57
Liv
When we step outside just after 7:00 P.
M.
.
, the sky looks soft and gold, like it’s trying to be romantic.
My eyes immediately lock onto the vintage Triumph Bonneville parked near the curb, and I freeze.
My excitement is bubbling over, and I turn to Alessio, my heart already hammering in my chest.
“Are you serious?”
He smirks.
“Ready for our date?”
I let out a squeal.
An actual, undignified squeal and skip toward the bike, nearly tripping over my heels in my rush to get to it.
“Alessio!” I spin around, throwing my arms around his neck, reaching up on my toes to kiss him.
I don’t care that people are watching, that the Commission is still lurking behind us.
This.
.
.
is everything.
This dress is not made for riding, but do I care?
Not even a little.
I hike it up, trying to figure out how the hell I’m going to climb onto this thing without flashing half the world.
Alessio mutters something under his breath, a low growl in his throat.
“Damn, Sirena . You’re killing me.”
He shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over my shoulders, probably to ensure the entire Commission doesn’t get a free show.
I slip my arms through the sleeves, the scent of him wrapping around me, the fabric hanging loose on my frame.
He puts on his helmet, hands me mine, then swings a leg over the bike with me settling in behind him.
“Ready?” Alessio’s husky voice comes through the helmet speaker.
“Ready.” I slide my arms around his waist, holding on tight.
The engine rumbles beneath me, the vibrations shooting straight through my body, and suddenly, I’m very aware of how short this dress is.
My thighs are bare against the seat, and the wind whipping around us doesn’t help.
My cheeks heat, but I push the thought away as we take off, the road stretching endlessly ahead.
My arms stay wrapped around him, but a wicked thought creeps in after a few minutes .
I might be pushing my luck but screw it.
Biting my lip, I let my hands wander lower, my fingers trailing down his stomach.
Whoops, I brush against something already hard.
“Oops! Sorry, my hand slipped.” I fight back a smirk, playing the innocent card like I don’t know exactly what I’m doing.
My hands slide back to his stomach, resting there like I’ve learned my lesson.
For all of two seconds.
Then, just because I can, my fingers trail lower again, barely brushing over him.
Alessio tenses instantly.
“Seriously, Liv?” His voice is rough, but there’s no missing the thrill in it.
I smirk against his back.
“What? It’s not my fault you’re—” I pause, squeezing my thighs against him.
“—so distracting.”
His hands tighten on the handlebars, and I can feel the frustration rolling off him.
“You’re going to get us killed.”
I let out a soft hum, resting my head against his shoulder.
“Not if you focus.”
The wind rushes around us, the bike humming beneath me, and God, this is fucking exhilarating.
There is nothing but an open road, a stretch of trees to our left, and a massive lake to the right.
No city noise, no cars or people—just us .
And I don’t think I’ve ever felt more alive.
“Pull over,” I demand.
Alessio glances back at me, over his shoulder, already knowing I’m up to something.
He doesn’t argue and takes the next turn onto a quiet stretch of road, slowing as he pulls onto the shoulder.
The second we come to a stop, I slide off the bike, smoothing my dress, my heels clicking against the pavement as I move in front of him.
His eyes narrow.
“What the hell are you doing?”
I smirk, gripping his shoulders and swinging my leg over the seat, but I’m facing him this time.
His brows shoot up.
“Seriously?”
I shrug, playing it innocent.
“Drive.”
He exhales, muttering something under his breath that I don’t quite catch before shifting the bike into gear and rolling us forward at a slow ass crawl.
He’s about two seconds from losing the battle with himself.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Sirena . ”
I wrap my arms around his neck, playing with the short hairs at the nape of his neck that peek from under his helmet.
“See? Perfectly safe.”
He doesn’t answer, but I feel the way his arm tightens on my waist, the other has a death grip on the handlebars.
He already knows I’m about to push every damn button he has…
so I do.
My fingers teasingly trail down his chest before dipping lower.
“Liv.” He warns, but I ignore it.
“Eyes on the road, Warden.”
Before he can stop me, I unzip his pants and wrap my fingers around him.
His groan is pure sin, and his grip on my thigh is almost punishing.
“You are fucking insane.”
I smirk, running my thumb over his piercing.
“And yet, you’re not stopping me.”
He shakes his head but doesn’t say anything, so I keep pushing and shift up, positioning myself just right before sinking down onto him, every inch stretching me until I feel him hit exactly where I need him.
“Fuck, we’re going to—”
I cut him off, a mischievous grin playing on my lips even though my helmet covers it.
“Just keep your eyes on the road, Warden.”
I start to move, rolling my hips slow at first, feeling him pulse inside me, the vibration of the bike adding to every sensation.
Each movement sends a jolt through my body, a wicked combination of power and pleasure.
“And let me focus on you.”
Alessio curses under his breath while the bike creeps forward.
We’re barely moving now, maybe five miles an hour.
But fuck, this is intoxicating.
“You’re really making it hard for me to focus,” he groans.
I grin.
“That’s the point.”
His patience is cracking, but I don’t let up.
I move faster, my nails dragging against his back, my head tilting back as pleasure coils tight in my belly.
The world blurs, nothing but the open road and the heat radiating off him, off us.
“God, I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I pant, breathless against his shoulder.
His breath shudders, his grip punishing.
“Believe it, Sirena . And be ready for what happens when I pull over. ”
I smirk, rolling my hips a little slower.
“Guess you better drive slow, then.” Not that he can go any slower.
The moment shatters, pleasure slamming through me as my body locks around him.
His name spills from my lips, and a breathless, wrecked moan slips out just as he fills me.
Alessio holds me against him, owning me, grounding me as we roll to a stop.
I lift my head, blinking past the high, and see the sign that reads Emiliano’s.
The restaurant we were heading to is already right in front of us.
It’s out in the middle of nowhere, probably why Alessio chose it.
Alessio’s jacket drapes over me, covering just enough, so to anyone passing, we probably just look like a couple caught in a moment, not actually fucking on a bike.
He pulls off his helmet, revealing those icy, intense eyes, and before I can catch my breath, he rips my helmet off and crashes his lips against mine.
The kiss is rough and claiming, a punishment wrapped in pleasure.
A taste of everything that is Alessio.
I pull back to catch my breath.
“You know how to make a girl work up an appetite,” I tease, my voice sounding more breathless than I’d like .
“Then let’s get my wife fed,” he smirks, his lips brushing against mine, sending a shiver down my spine.