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“Syn, Knight, and Kian can handle that. Come on, mister big dude. Take me on a date!”
Ripley lets loose a breathy laugh as she grips my much larger hand in hers and tugs me along behind her, leading me through the trees up to the front of the property where everyone is parked. My bike sits perfectly right by Knight’s SUV, and there’s no sign of River out here yet. We’ve got to be quick. I’m sure someone is distracting him for the moment, but he’ll realize eventually and be out here fast as hell.
We run over to the bike, a black Harley Davidson Dyna Super Glide Sport, and Ripley stops as I grab a helmet for her out of my saddlebag. When I turn around, I find her bouncing on her toes, looking adorable as shit.
“You’ve got a motorcycle,” she squeals, doing some kind of happy dance, making me laugh.
“Yeah, Kitten. You wanna ride?”
“Fuck, yes! Let’s go!”
She doesn’t hesitate to snatch the helmet from my hand. I help her pull her hair tie free, brushing out the tangles in her hair quickly with my fingers, before helping her situate the helmet on her head and clasping it for her. When my helmet is clasped on my head, I throw my leg over and straddle the bike. I scoot back and sit, making room. I pat the seat in front of me, smirking at her naughty grin.
“Come on, Kitten. I won’t bite. Not unless you beg me nicely.”
She frowns at me. “Aren’t I supposed to ride behind you?”
“Technically, but we’re not going far, and it’s dark. I’ll keep you safe, promise, but if you’d prefer to sit behind me, you can,” I tell her sincerely.
She nibbles on her lip as she tries to decide what to do. I just want to feel her pressed against my chest while we ride, but I understand her reservations. I know I can keep her safe, but she doesn’t. She’ll have to trust me. Finally, she seems to make her mind up.
Scampering over to me, she climbs on between my thighs, pushing her dress under her legs to keep it from flying up. As she settles, I move closer, pushing my chest flush against her back and feel her shiver at the contact.
“We’ll see who will be begging for a bite.” She mutters belatedly under her breath, so faintly I almost don’t hear it. A pleased purr rumbles up and vibrates against her back as I crank the bike and it growls to life. Maybe I will be the one demanding her bite.
I feel it when River hears my engine. A sense of outrage flows down the bond as he tugs at it, trying to stop me. Ripley leans more into my chest as I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her hips closer to mine before grabbing the handlebars.
“Be careful where you put your legs and hold on.” I warn before turning us around and hitting the gas, pulling out down her parent’s driveway as River runs out the front door, his fist raised and I’m sure cursing me quite colorfully.
He’s drowned out over the roar of my engine as I speed down the driveway, kicking up dust behind us. Ripley laughs, throwing her head back and holding her arms out to the sides underneath my arms. The wind rushes by us, the trees on either side a blur. The sound of her laughter carries on the wind as we turn off, getting onto the main highway, and I drive us into town. It’s dark, the moon and stars lighting the sky above, and we’re alone for the moment.
Halfway to our destination, Ripley squirms, her ass pressing into my rapidly hardening cock. I bring my left hand down, resting it on her stomach and holding her still. Even driving down the empty open road, I can smell her perfume. It’s like a thick cloud fogging out, and I growl as my hand clenches the soft flesh of her belly through her dress. I bet if I were to slip my fingers under her dress, I’d find her panties soaked with her slick.
The temptation is too great. I’ve got to know.
Keeping my eyes on the road, my hand slides down her stomach to where she’s spread over the seat. I glance down long enough to see her breasts rising and falling as her breaths pant out of her.
“Do you trust me?” I ask by her ear so she can hear me.
She nods quickly and tilts her hips up slightly and carefully. With my eyes back on the road ahead, I slip my fingers under her dress, right in front of her pussy. The lace of her panties is soaked through, just as I’d suspected, and I growl in satisfaction. Her dress covers up what I’m doing well enough, but if a car comes by and they look closely, they’ll know. Doesn’t stop me from slipping my fingers under the edge of her panties and sliding them against her sopping, swollen pussy lips. I groan. So fucking wet and warm.
She wiggles against me as I part her lips and circle the swollen bundle of nerves hidden there. The pieces of her hair that are free whip around her and I catch her mouth parted on a moan out of the corner of my eye when I slide my finger down and push it into her warm hole slowly. Her walls suck me in greedily, clenching on the digit as I thrust it into her several times before adding another.
“Still,” I growl in her ear when she tries moving her hips.
I keep control of the handlebar with my right hand while I fuck her with my left, grinding the heel of my palm into her clit as best as I can from my position. She cries out when I rub the textured pad of flesh inside of her repeatedly, her slick flowing freely and coating my hand. My cock is hard in my jeans, pressing against my zipper painfully, and the urge to pound into her from behind while I have her bent over my bike is strong. Next time, I will. The next time she’s near my bike, I’m turning her around, slipping inside of her tight heat, and fucking her until she can’t stand while she grips the seat for leverage.
I’ve been dying to get inside of her since the moment River fucked her in my arms that day on the lake. To feel her warmth locked around my knot as I fill her up. If it’d been me that had gone up to the nest all those weeks ago instead of Syn, I would have fucked her into the foam floor and not let her back up until she couldn’t come anymore. Syn beat me to the punch though, and honestly, she needed that.
She needed to see that Ripley is nothing like Chelsea. That one was a nightmare of an omega. I don’t know what the hell we were thinking when we courted her.
Another thrust of my fingers has her gushing, screaming out into the empty night air right as headlights crest over the hill in front of us. Her cunt flutters around my fingers, clenching and unclenching as aftershocks wrack her. The car passes us quickly, and I keep my hand buried in her dress and my fingers in her pussy, slowing my thrusts until I’m sure she’s spent. She leans back against me limply, a sated smile across her lips.
Pulling my fingers free and straightening her dress, I feel her eyes on me as I lick my fingers clean, groaning as her flavor bursts across my tastebuds. So fucking good. She likes it when we do that, lick her clean off our fingers when we touch her, I’ve noticed. I bet she’d love watching River lick her slick off my hard cock. As much as he’d love doing it.
I kiss her on the cheek when I’ve licked my fingers clean, placing my hand back on the handlebar and finishing the drive to our destination. The rest of the way there is relaxed as Ripley stares up at the stars while I work to get us where we’re going.
It’s not long until we’re pulling up in the alley behind my shop, Ink Envy. I climb off and hang my helmet on the handlebar before taking Ripley’s hand and helping her down. Her legs wobble a little and I chuckle as I wait for her to get her wits about her.
