Chapter Twenty-Six
Miranda took her time changing. She stood in front of the mirror debating whether or not to skip the underwear for almost five minutes.
In the end, she decided to skip it but she didn’t want it to be obvious, so she pulled a long sweater Winter had insisted she would want as it got cooler and wrapped herself in that.
It didn’t totally cover her and it came down past the hem of her dress, but she could arrange it so it covered her already taut nipples, so at least everyone she passed wouldn’t be able to tell she had nothing on beneath the dress.
Then once they were away from the clubhouse and everyone else, she could take it off.
She wished she had some heels, that would round the outfit out nicely, but she hadn’t thought she’d need them, and couldn’t justify the expense.
The boots Ashes had given her that morning caught her eye.
She hadn’t been able to justify the expense for something like that either, but they had heels.
Granted, they were chunky and came a few inches up her calves, but hell, if they were going to do this, and on his bike, was there anything better she could wear than the riding boots he’d gotten her?
She would be riding, after all. But him instead of his bike. It fit.
She checked her reflection one more time after zipping her feet into the boots, and not seeing anything else she could do, she headed back downstairs. When Miranda reached the ground floor she looked around for Ashes, but he wasn’t in the recliner where she’d left him.
“There you are,” Frank said as he approached her. He held a full shot glass in one hand. “You look great. Ashes said to offer you this and tell you he’s waiting outside.”
She eyed the glass, not sure if she should trust it. She hadn’t ordered it. She hadn’t seen it poured. Who knew how long it had been waiting for her or if someone had come by and added something extra to it.
“What is it?” she asked, not wanting to be rude.
“Fireball. It’s a sweet, cinnamon whiskey.” He looked at her then at the glass in his hand and back again. “Oh, shit. I didn’t even think about it. How about I drink this one and pour you a fresh one? One you know hasn’t been drugged.”
Miranda narrowed her eyes as she watched him. “Why did he tell you to give it to me?”
“He didn’t say you had to drink it. Just for me to offer it.”
“Did he say why?”
“He said, ‘Tell her I said it will help her relax, but not enough that she won’t be fully in control.’ If you want, I’ll pour you another one.”
She stared at him for several seconds, her mind spinning.
Could it be spiked with something? Sure.
But had anyone here with the Sons of Sin done anything to hurt her?
No. In fact, they’d gone out of their way to help her.
She had been here long enough to know Frank, along with Bill and George, were prospects.
They wouldn’t do anything against one of the brothers for fear it would mean they wouldn’t get patched in.
Without another word she took the shot glass from the prospect, tipped it back, and downed the contents. Then she coughed. She knew whiskey burned but she hadn’t been expecting the hot cinnamon burn too. She really should have known better, he’d said it was a cinnamon whiskey.
“Thanks,” she said between coughs as she handed the glass back. “He’s outside?” She motioned to the door with one thumb.
Frank stared at her wide-eyed, as if she’d surprised him, but nodded when she asked about Ashes. She didn’t wait for anything else but went outside. There, she found Ashes already sitting astride his bike, scrolling through something on his phone.
“Ready?” she asked as she stepped up beside the bike.
Miranda watched his face as his gaze skimmed down her body. He used one hand to lift one side of her sweater, then he smiled as he let it fall back into place.
“Can you get on like this or do I need to move first?”
“I can do it. Are we going to need the helmets?” She carefully placed one foot on the peg, then swung her leg over the back of the bike, careful not to lift her leg too high, then she tucked the hem of her dress and sweater beneath her before sitting.
She didn’t need to put her bare cookies against the seat.
“Nope. We’re not leaving the compound and we won’t be going more than about ten miles an hour, if that.
Hold on.” He started the motorcycle, sending vibrations through her entire body.
Her body was already on edge, her core slick and hot, but the vibrations did something to her.
She couldn’t help it when her breath caught in her throat.
As he kicked up the bike rest, she wondered if the vibrations would make her come before they even got where they were going.
Miranda held onto his torso while pressing the top of her head against his back.
She bit her lip as she tried to stay silent despite the pleasure building in her.
Thankfully, he’d been telling the truth when he said they wouldn’t be riding long.
She hadn’t paid any attention to where they were or where they were going but had trusted him.
When he pulled the motorcycle into a shadowed area only a few feet wide, little more than a path between giant metal boxes like you saw on trains, and killed the engine, she took a deep breath and tried to calm her heart.
It felt like it was stampeding through her chest. Still, she was determined to go through with this.
She needed to prove, if only to herself, that she wasn’t just surviving but living.
She didn’t wait for Ashes to say anything but carefully dismounted, removed the small foil square she’d stored in the pocket, palmed it, then shrugged out of her sweater.
“Here, let me have that.” Ashes took it, folded it in half then laid it over the gas tank. “Now, are you ready?” He held out one hand toward her. It wasn’t much but it would make it a little more comfortable, she thought.
Miranda took his hand and let him steady her as she put one foot on the peg he normally used then swung her leg up and over the gas tank, not bothering to worry about anyone seeing her.
They were isolated and she didn’t know if the whiskey was hitting her or what, but she didn’t care about being seen.
What she cared about was the man who chose her.
The one in front of her. The one she had no doubt was about to rock her world.
She sat on the fuel tank, facing him and had to fight to keep her face straight when her lady bits came into contact with the cold steel. She must not have managed it, because Ashes frowned.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, the tank’s colder than I expected.”
His gaze roamed her torso, heat filling his expression.
“You sure you’re up for this, Tiny Warrior? I’m good taking you back to our room.”
Miranda shook her head slowly. “I want this.” She offered him the condom in her hand.
“Hold onto this for a sec. I don’t think we’re quite ready for it.
” She smoothed her hands down his chest, pushing the sides of his cut out of the way so she could tease his nipples as she passed them on her path down to his belt.
“Hmmm. Maybe we’re closer than I thought.” She couldn’t help but feel the thick heat of his erection as she fumbled with his belt.
“Eager?”
“More than. I don’t know what it is, but I can’t wait. I’m hot and slick already.”
“What if I want to enjoy you a little more?” He eased the straps of her sundress off her shoulders, having done something with the condom she didn’t see.
“I mean, you were so nice to leave your bra somewhere else, the least I can do is show you how much I appreciate it.” He eased the cloth down below her small breasts, and stared at them for a moment, as if he couldn’t get enough of just looking at them.
By the time she managed to free his belt and pop the top button of his jeans, he’d moved onto rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, tugging just enough to make her groan.
Heat flooded her core. She felt empty. She needed him.
Inside her. Her mind was a little fuzzy, but she was sure it was because of what he was doing to her.
It was much the same as every night when he touched her.
Somehow, he could make her stop caring about anything but how he was making her feel. And that she needed more.
She tugged at his jeans, trying to move them down his hips enough to get his cock out but they wouldn’t budge.
Her breathing had become ragged and she wanted to find a knife and get rid of the jeans permanently.
She didn’t care if they’d have to walk back in with no pants.
All that mattered was getting him inside her, now.
After what seemed like an eon, Ashes stood enough to finish opening his jeans and shove them down far enough that his thick, hard cock popped free.
Miranda’s mouth watered as she remembered how it felt sliding into her mouth and down her throat.
She loved the way he groaned when she swallowed him all the way down.
Unable to resist the temptation, she cupped his balls in one hand and caressed up his length with the other, tilting it toward her opening.
She was ready to sink down over him now, knowing she was wet enough all it would take was one thrust before he filled her. And she couldn’t wait.
“Hold on, Tiny Warrior. I know you’re in a hurry, but we don’t want to skip this.
” He pulled the condom from wherever he’d stashed it, tore it open, and unrolled it down his length.
“All right.” He leaned forward and covered her mouth in a searing kiss that almost made her forget what she’d been trying to do.
Almost. Her body ached. His hands on her only enflamed her every sense.
His hands skimmed up her thighs, until they met in the middle. Then he pulled back and stared at her, eyes wide.
“No panties?”
She couldn’t help but smile. “No panties. What do you plan to do about it?”
“I’m going to enjoy it.” He rubbed one thumb over that sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of her opening. “Come here.” He used one hand to angle his cock toward her opening and the other to lift her and move her closer.
He notched himself in her channel, then with both hands on her hips, pulled her into him so he sank deep.
Miranda let her head fall back as every nerve in her body seemed to fire at once.
She let the waves of pleasure wash over her for a few seconds, then when her body calmed, she wrapped her legs around Ashes’ hips and did her best to ride him.
When she couldn’t move enough to suit her, she dropped her legs, propping her feet once more on his pegs and used them for leverage as she lifted herself over him and let herself fall once more.
Ashes lifted himself to meet her every stroke.
“Almost there,” she gasped, “almost.” She tried to slam herself down on his dick a little harder, but it didn’t work. She needed something.
Something more.
But she didn’t know what.
When Ashes leaned in and tongued her nipple it sent sparks of heat through her. That was it. Almost.
“More.”
“More what, baby?”
“More, I don’t know. Just more.”
“Hmm...” He leaned in and took her nipple in his mouth once more. She buried her hands in his hair and tugged him closer. Whatever he was doing it was working, not fast enough to suit her, but eventually.
Ashes bit down hard enough that Miranda jerked. She started to stop him but before she could, her body stopped listening to her.
It tensed, then jerked as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed through her.
She heard someone scream, but didn’t care who, not as long as she kept feeling like this.
Ashes kept lifting her off his dick and bringing her back down hard.
The harder he fucked her, the more her body clamped down, her muscles twitched, and her mind floated.
When she was aware of what was going on around her again, she leaned almost limp against Ashes’ chest as both of them fought to regain their breath.
“That was amazing,” she said. The roughness in her throat told her the scream she’d heard before had been her. Not that she cared. It felt amazing. “Can we do it again?”
Ashes chuckled. “Sure. But maybe not right this minute, okay?” He still fought for breath as he held her. “You know what your cut means to me, right?”
Miranda nodded. Winter had filled her in a couple days before.
“I was thinking maybe it’s not enough for you.”
“What do you mean?” She lifted her head to frown at him.
“I mean, the cut is permanent to me. But if you need something more to make it feel permanent to you, I’ll do it. Ring, papers, make it legal and all. I want you to know what you mean to me.”
“Are you proposing?”
He tilted his head to one side. “I guess, but it wasn’t my intent. Not the way it sounds. To me, you’re already mine and I’m yours. But if you need to make it legal, if you want a diamond, I’ll give them to you. Just say the word.”
She leaned back down against him. Did she need those? Probably, but she wasn’t ready to ask for them. He was right, this felt good and if it was permanent, she was good with that. She could always ask for more later.
“Can I think on it some?”
“Of course. Just know that I suck at hints. You tell me what you want, I’ll move mountains to make sure you’re happy. But I may not know you want it if you don’t tell me, got me, babe?”
She couldn’t help but smile against his chest.
“Got you. Now why don’t you take me back to the clubhouse? I either need to put on some panties or we can head up to our room and get rid of all our clothes.”
“Hmmm. I’m not sure which I want.”
“I’m sure you’ll get both, eventually, since I’m here to stay.”
“I’m not sure I can wait for more of you. Besides, you look so sweet and I didn’t get a chance to taste you yet. Can you spin around where you are and I’ll take us back?”
“With me in front? Can you do that?”
“I can do anything I set my mind to. Trust me, Tiny Warrior?”
“I trust you.” And she did. Not just with her body, but with her heart and soul too. She had no doubt he’d take good care of her. She just had to figure out what she wanted.
The End
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