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“Please tell me you’re not going to show me a garage. I’ve seen those. Many of those.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “Nah, I know you’re well-versed in that shit.” He led them through the garage and to the side door. Stopping there, he grabbed a helmet and handed it to her. “You still ride, right?”
A confident smile crossed her face. “Does a bear shit in the woods?” She quickly pulled on the helmet. “Now, where’s the bike? I’ve been itching to ride.”
“Well, you could always ride me to ease that urge.”
Kita propped her hands on her hips, the sass evident in her stature and face. “Still a smartass.”
He playfully swatted her ass. “Yeah, you do have a fine ass.” Before she could respond, he pointed to the motorcycle parked outside the door. “That one. Rubble and I just put her back together the other day. It’s one of the ‘Macha originals’ as he likes to call them. That guy can make anything mechanical.”
Standing back, he watched Kita carefully inspect the bike. Her tight leather pants tempted him to say “screw it” to the ride and simply strip her then and there and fuck her against the motorcycle. He let out a steadying breath. It wasn’t about him. Kita was tense and if memory served him, getting out on the road helped relax her.If not, there’s always sex.
“All right, Kita, you ready?”
She swung her long leg over the bike and patted the seat behind her. “Born ready, baby.”
He shook his head. “You really think I’m riding bitch?”
Nikita offered him a seductive grin. “Promise I’ll make it up to you.”
Eager to see exactly how she’d fulfill her promise, Kevlar hopped on the back and strapped on his helmet moments before the motorcycle lurched to life. In that moment, he didn’t care if he looked like a pussy.Damn, this girl has me whipped already.
She took it easy the first few blocks. Once they were safely out of town, Kita didn’t bother to abide by the posted speed limits.
They zipped along the open road, swerving around cars. Only once did he feel the need to grab her hips. Which, of course, led to Kita laughing and picking up the speed another notch. He didn’t give a damn if he died riding bitch with this woman. She could have his entire life if she wanted it. He’d gladly turn it over for another moment like this with her.
The motorcycle hugged the curves perfectly. Kevlar made a mental note to relay the test ride to Rubble later so they could work out some of the shifting kinks he felt whenever Kita’s foot switched gears.
After thirty minutes, she pulled over and hung her helmet on the handlebars. She easily slid off the bike, years of doing the act second nature to her. Kita around motorcycles mesmerized him. There was so much about this woman that he didn’t know. He dismounted and followed suit and walked over to where she stood at the edge of the road overlooking Snowshoe.
“This place is beautiful.” She turned slightly and met his gaze. “I see why you love it here.”
Kevlar swept his eyes over the valley and surrounding mountains. “It’s more my home than any place I’ve lived before.” He jutted his chin to the left. “Macha’s snow lodge is up there. Here soon, the place will be crawling with tourists and extreme sport enthusiasts. It’s kind of fun to be around, honestly. Club life is never boring.”
She pushed back her long hair, the wind catching it behind her shoulders. It looked like a perfect modeling shot. A sexy woman in leather and a rocking body that he’d beg to touch. He could come on this image of Kita alone.
“Don’t ogle unless you’re planning on doing something, Macha man.”
The slight smile on her face made him take a step closer. He carefully slid his arm around her waist, his hand dipping between the fabric of her leather pants. Goose bumps lined her skin on his contact, and she leaned closer into his chest.
“Don’t tempt me, woman. I’ll take you here and now.”
Kita turned toward him, gorgeous eyes pinning his boots to the dirt. “Prove it.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. In one swift move, he swept her off her feet and marched her to the haven of trees nearby. Pushing her against the tall trunk, his lips teased the side of her neck. Kita arched into him, his cock already swelling at the thought of what would come next.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, Kita grazed his head with her nails, the sensation sending shivers up his spine.
Easing back just enough to catch her lips beneath his, Kevlar’s pulse quickened at the tantalizing moan that escaped Kita. Foreplay wasn’t happening this time. He needed her fast and hard. The gleam in her eyes told her she wanted it equally as rough.
He unzipped his pants, and Kita barely slid her green underwear out of the way before he sheathed up and his cock plunged into her wet pussy. Their breaths hitched simultaneously, and he swore at how ready she was for him. It’d never get old. He’d never get sick of fucking this woman.
Kita’s pussy gripped him hard, but he pushed through the temptation for release and pivoted his hips. Her tongue tangled with his, possessing him more with each thrust he completed.
From the edge of reality, he heard a car whiz by. As much as he didn’t care where he fucked Kita, he did care who watched. She was his and no one else would get the pleasure of watching her come. Picking up his pace, he didn’t relent until she cried out his name, the sound echoing among the trees. She felt too good, milking him with her orgasm that he gave in to his own.
Breathing hard, he searched Kita’s eyes and mirrored her lusty smile.
