Page 161 of Depraved

There simply wasn’t anything like it.

The feel of fresh air on your skin. The vibration of power between your legs. Nothing but the open road, and your woman holding on tight. For a man like me, this was perfection.

It was just before sunset when I turned off the road into a parking lot. It was days like these when spring teased us with the promises of summer nights, and the beaches were becoming increasingly crowded. But our usual spot didn’t attract many people. For most of the time, it was private, just the way I preferred it.

I switched off the ignition, and Alyx got off, her golden blonde hair blowing in the breeze as she took off her lid. No matter how many times I’d seen her get off my ride, taking off her lid and waving her hair around like on one of those shampoo commercials—it still gave me a fucking hard-on every goddamn time.

She stared out over the ocean, inhaling deeply as she smelled the fresh ocean breeze. “It’s always so beautiful here.”

“It sure is.” I leaned forward on my motorcycle, refusing to take my eyes off her. No sunset and no ocean view could be more gorgeous than she was.

It had been four weeks since everything changed. Four weeks since Alyx decided to stay with me rather than return to her own life. Four weeks of fucking paradise—pun intended. And it amazed me how quickly she adapted to life within in the club as my old lady. After everything that had happened with Slither, and Neon, and Tanit, Alyx managed to breathe new life into the club, and the crew adored her.

I glanced at my watch. “We’re early. He won’t be here for another half hour.”

“That’s okay. I love being out here with you.” She leaned in, pushing her body against my leg while I still straddled my bike, and placed her mouth against mine. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her closer, pressing that sweet pussy of hers against my hard thigh. She moaned, and my cock ached instantly.

I slipped back on the seat and pulled her over so she straddled both me and the Harley.

It was obvious she had put on some weight the last few weeks. There was still a long way to go for her, as she continued to struggle with the idea that she no longer had to curb her appetite and could eat whenever she was hungry. It was a psychological thing that only time would be able to heal completely. But she looked good, starting to fill out in all the right places.

I pushed my palms up her thighs, over her jeans. “You look good, beautiful.”

She smiled one of those gorgeous smiles that had a direct line to the tip of my dick. “It’s because my man really knows how to take care of me.”

“Well, he fucking better, or I’ll have to kick his ass.”

Her fingers weaved through my hair. “I have to warn you, he’s this big, tall, burly, bad guy with a real shitty attitude.”

I placed my palms on her hips and pulled her closer. “I’d still kick his ass.”

She chuckled, and I caught her lips with mine. The way she welcomed my tongue, kissing me back like she was starved for my taste, was my undoing. Kissing my woman was something I’d never get tired of.

I pulled back an inch, keeping my forehead against hers. “You know I love you, ballerina girl.”

“I love you too. I’ve loved you for years.”

I closed my eyes, biting my lip. “Is it okay that I get hard every time you say those words?”

She laughed.

“I swear to God, I think you have this magical power over my cock because he just keeps wanting to stand at attention around you.”

“Oh, my God.” She slapped me on the shoulder. “That is the cheesiest line I ever heard.”

“It’s the fucking truth.” I kissed her again, harder this time, my tongue lapping against hers as it swept through her mouth. Once I started, I couldn’t stop. It was fucking impossible for me to keep my hands off her.

I traced my tongue around her bottom lip. “Turn around.”

“What?”

“Turn around.”

She studied me, her eyes pulled into slits, yet they sparkled with unsaid desire and excitement. They always did.

The breeze blew some blonde strands around her face as she got off, only to climb back on, facing the ocean in front of us.

I wrapped an arm around her, pulled her closer, and her breath hitched. “What are you doing, Granite?”