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Chapter Fifty Three
Blair
Iaccidently let it slip over breakfast that I saw the bike. It gave Cyrus and Bray a free shot at Asher, and although they were mad, they loved how happy I was about it, so they let it slide. But I’m going stir crazy being stuck in the house. That’s not the type of person I am. I like to be busy, out, and having fun, so when Cyrus tells me I’m being a pain in the ass and to go get ready, I don’t question it. I don’t know what we are doing or where we’re going, but I don’t care so long as it gets me even a little bit of freedom.
I debate what to wear. Are we going someplace on the new bike? Hoping that’s true, I put on some black skinny jeans and a black crop top and grab my leather jacket. When I reach the living room and see Cyrus dressed in riding gear, I know I’m right. Laughing, he tosses me over his shoulder as I call bye to the others and carries me to the garage where he deposits me near the bike.
“Okay, here, wear your helmet.” He grabs me one that has a skull painted on the side, and I pull it on, almost hopping on my toes as I stare at my shiny new toy. “Be careful. Stay with me, or I’ll haul your ass home, okay?”
“Got it, big guy.” I nod, willing to promise anything in my excitement.
He leans down and kisses me before grabbing his keys and helmet, and then he gets on his bike. I quickly mount mine and turn on the engine.
I don’t know where we are going, but as we pull out of the drive, I realise I don’t care. The wind blows through my clothes and mask, which nearly makes me scream with happiness, and my soul soaks in the open roads as the sun shines down on us, so when Cyrus waves me right, I flip off the cop and gun it.
We are being watched like a hawk by the cop that may be working with Mr. Andrews, so instead of hunting or making a stand just yet, we’re regrouping. We pretend to lay low and not care, just not today though, because today, I’m free, even for a moment.
I stay behind Cyrus like he told me, going the same speed as we wind through the streets and city. At stoplights, I dance for him, but he just rolls his eyes until he eventually joins in, shaking his ass on his bike and making me laugh. The sound is free and happy, and I see his lips twist up at that.
We ride and ride, uncaring about the speed limit. There’s something about the purr of the engine between my legs that has all the days of worry, anger, and stress melting away. It’s like the clouds are finally parting to let the sunshine through, and I can finally take a deep breath and look around at the beauty, hope, and life still thriving in this city, making my problems feel very small.
About two hours later, we head out of the city and up another winding road until we reach the top of a mountain where Cyrus pulls over at a looking site. We park near the fence and I get off, instantly heading to the edge to lean into the rail, awed by the view. The city sprawls before us, seeming so far away and small, and to the left, piercing the clouds and blue skies, are mountains. It’s beautiful and so peaceful.
No crowds, no police, just us and nature.
“I come up here when things are bad and I need to think,” he explains from behind me as his arms go to the fence on either side of me, caging me in. “I’ve never brought anyone here before. It just has a way of making everything else feel unimportant and small. A way of making you rethink your worries and change your perspective.”
“It does,” I reply, leaning back into him.
“It reminds me that there is more to life,” he carries on, almost crooning in my ear. His deep timbre sends a shiver through my aching body. “More to fight for.” He drops a kiss on my pulse before running his nose up my throat to my ear. “More to stay for, even when it’s hard. This is my safe space, the one place I go to get away from everything, and now it’s yours too, like everything I have and own. I just hope it brings you the same peace it brings me, especially with you here in my arms, knowing you’re safe and okay.” He steps back and I turn, leaning into the fence as he looks me over with a wide, carefree, un-Cyrus-like smile. “There’s never been a better view.”
Bending my knee, I pose for him with a goofy smile. “Oh yeah?”
He pulls his phone out and takes a picture, making me laugh.
“Okay, stop.” I wave him away, but he steps closer, still taking a picture, and then leans in and kisses me, distracting me, and when he pulls away, he puts his phone back.
“Made you laugh,” he murmurs, stroking my cheek, still pressed against me.
“How about you make me scream instead?” I retort, and he groans as he lowers his head and licks my lips.
“Filthy fucking bitch,” he praises before hoisting me up, turning us, and depositing me on his bike as he strips off his jacket. The sun is basically a paid actress at this point as it flows over every hard line and dip of his muscles through his almost see-through white shirt and low hanging jeans.
No man should be this beautiful, but he is and he’s all mine, from the tip of his usually scowling, dangerously handsome face, to his huge pussy destroying cock.
Effortlessly lifting me with one hand, he strips off my jeans and drapes them over my bike. My panties are next, going into his trouser pocket, and I’m left bare from the waist down. He cups my breasts and squeezes them hard as he kisses my neck.
“You are so fucking sexy, baby girl. These mouthwatering breasts, your big fucking ass, and tight little cunt—fuck, you’re enough to make a man want to be good.”
“I don’t want good.” I smirk, grabbing his hair and shaking his head back. “I want you balls deep inside me, here, where anyone could see.”
“Baby girl,” he groans, closing his eyes and clenching his hands as he tries to rein in his control.
Fuck that.
Reaching down, I stroke his cock through his jeans. “Fuck me, Cy, make me come.”
“You’re mine,” he snaps, his eyes fluttering open and locking on me as he pushes me back.
