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We reached the lake around three o’clock, meaning we have a couple of hours before it gets dark. The campground is virtually deserted at this time of year, giving us all the privacy and safety we need.
She gasps when I pull to a stop on the shore. “Wow. It’s gorgeous out here.” And it is. Peaceful, the water still as glass. The sky is the kind of deep blue it can only be at this time of year. I never much thought about it before now.
And when she turns to me with a smile, I’m fairly sure my heart stops. It takes so little to make her happy, unlike the bratty façade she put up to protect herself when she first came to live with her father. “It’s incredible. What made you think to come here?”
“That’s easy.” I put the kickstand in place before swinging a leg over the seat. “I’m teaching you the basics of riding a motorcycle.”
“What?” She’s loud enough to drive a few birds out of the trees, but she doesn’t notice them since she’s busy gaping at me. “You’re going to let me ride your bike?”
“Slow down,” I murmur, chuckling. “I’m going to be behind you the entire time. I would never step back and let you careen off into the water.”
“Thanks for all the faith you have in me.” But she can’t pretend she’s not thrilled.
“I just want you to pay attention. There may come a time when you have to make a quick getaway, and I want to make sure you at least know the basics if the Harley’s all you have at your disposal. Know what I mean?”
I can tell she’s troubled at the way I put that, but I can’t coddle her forever. “Got it. Teach me.”
I do, giving her the rundown of the basics. The intensity of her attention is almost cute. She wants so much to do well. By the time I tell her to get in position, she’s chewing her lip, caught between excitement and apprehension. “I’m not so sure.”
“You’re going to be fine. Remember, I’m right behind you. If you freak out, I’ll help you.” I mount behind her and repeat the instructions on how to use the throttle and brake. “The Harley comes with anti-lock brakes,” I assure her. “Still, take it easy. Don’t twist too hard. You’ll figure out the pressure. And don’t panic and hit the brake too hard.”
“Okay, okay.” I can tell she’s overwhelmed, but I couldn’t be more proud that she still wants to try. We shoot forward, and she squeals.
“Relax,” I remind her. “You’re doing fine.” Still, I’m ready to reach out and take control at any second. “I’m right here. You can do anything. I have faith in you.”
“Really?” Her voice is soft, sweet. We pick up speed.
“Focus,” I remind her. This isn’t the time to swoon.
And she does focus, and after an hour, she’s more confident. We ride around the perimeter of the lake, taking our time, and it’s amazing to witness her attitude shift. She’s not so stiff anymore. She actually laughs a few times.
I’m so proud of her. Dammit, what the hell am I doing?
“That was amazing!” We stop at the place where we started, and she’s very careful to cut the engine before lowering the kickstand. “I feel incredible. Like I can do anything.”
She leans back against me with a sigh. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” I slide my hands up her thighs before wrapping my arms around her, holding her close to me. We’re looking out over the lake, the sun setting, and I take a deep breath. Soaking it in. Part of me wishes we could stay this way forever. What’s happening to me? I don’t think things like that. I usually laugh at people who do.
Right now, though, the last thing I want to do is laugh.
When she turns her head, her lips grazing my jaw, I get the feeling she feels the same.
I wedge a hand between her thighs, glad she chose leggings today. “What are you doing?” she whispers, shocked.
“Nobody can see us. Nobody is here.” I apply pressure with my fingers, and she gasps softly. “Don’t tell me your blood’s not pumping. Don’t tell me it doesn’t feel good.”
“But we shouldn’t…” Her body’s reaction tells a different story, though. She doesn’t stop me from slipping my hand between her pants and her skin. She’s soaking wet, buzzing from the high of her first ride.
“You know you want to,” I whisper, nibbling her earlobe as I begin to finger her. She angles her hips to give me better access, and I chuckle. “I thought so.”
“What are you doing to me?” I could ask her the same question. Instead, I take my time licking her throat, sucking, scraping my teeth over the place where her pulse flutters. No matter how tight she presses her lips together, she can’t hold back a moan.
“So sweet.” My cock is hard as a rock, and I grind it against her ass, groaning when she pushes back against me. Urging me on. She can pretend all she wants to be a good girl, but deep down inside, she loves this. Loves the side of her only I can bring out. Loves being bad with me.
“Lean forward.” She places her hands on the grips so I can ease her leggings over her ass. She gasps when the cool air hits her warm cheeks, which I massage with both hands. One day I’ll take her ass—but for now, I’m satisfied with the idea of sinking in where it’s wet and warm and so, so tight.
I glance around once before freeing my cock, lining up with her waiting cunt. I drag my head through her wetness before impaling her.
