19. #2
For instance, she’d been carrying her phone all day in case Blythe called with a problem, but she hadn’t made her usual hourly calls to check in. I considered that a step in the right direction but knew it probably had more to do with her trust in Lark’s daughter than anything.
I was proud to say that, while her life had been changing because of the kids, she’d also come to trust me more than I ever thought possible.
When we first got together, I could tell that she was holding back.
That made me want to find her ex-husband and choke the life out of his bitch-ass, but lucky for him, he lived too far away for me to do that very easily.
However, I’d been giving it some thought and might have an idea of how to get that done.
I smiled to myself at the thought as I opened our water bottles and set them on the table in front of Courtney and then took the chair next to her before I rested my hand on her thigh.
Without stopping her conversation with Poppy, Courtney dropped her hand down to cover mine.
She unconsciously rubbed her thumb back and forth over my knuckles, and for some reason, that filled my chest with pride.
When someone called Poppy’s name, she looked away, and Courtney turned toward me with a smile and said, “Thank you for bringing me today. I’ve had so much fun!”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it, but the day’s not nearly over. We have to go get the kids and take them out to the party.”
“I’ve got it covered. Bax is bringing the kids to the cookout, and Dawson is going to swing by and pick up Dayton when he gets off work. So, they should all be there about an hour after us.”
“I like that plan,” I told her as I leaned closer so I didn’t have to yell to be heard over the music. Once I was close enough to her ear, I said, “That means we have almost an hour to find a secluded place to work out some of the soreness in our legs from riding so long today.”
Courtney bit her lip before she asked, “Can we do that thing I’ve been wanting to do?”
“Which one?” One thing I loved about my girl was her naughty mind.
She’d come up with several scenarios I was more than willing to try out and even more that I had never even considered.
I had a feeling I knew which one she was talking about, but I wanted to hear her tell me again. “You’ll have to be more specific.”
“I have a better idea. Why don’t you find a quiet place out in the country, and I’ll show you?”
“Have I told you lately that you couldn’t be more perfect if you tried?”
Courtney acted like she was thinking about it before she said, “Not since that night I let you tie me up and begged you to fuck my ass.”
I had to take a deep breath and shake my head to stop myself from passing out. Apparently, all the blood rushing to my dick at once wasn’t good for the equilibrium. I should know, considering that almost every time Courtney talked dirty, I felt like I might faint.
I couldn’t have created a more perfect partner, both in and out of the bedroom.
It was getting harder and harder not to profess my undying love for her, even though it was probably too soon.
Telling her now would probably just make her run for the hills - another reason I really wanted to hunt down her ex-husband.
“This is the last stop before the clubhouse, so we can leave whenever you’re ready.”
“Now!” Courtney announced as she stood up. She grabbed her purse before she asked. “What are you waiting for? I’ve got new things to try!”
I knew just where to go so that we wouldn’t be seen, and even though it was a short ride to get there, it was torturous.
While I had to use my hands to operate my motorcycle, both of Courtney’s hands were free.
We hadn’t even gone three blocks before she had my zipper down and was cupping my cock.
By the time I stopped beneath a shade tree deep on my parents’ property, she had pulled it out and was stroking me so perfectly that it was all I could do not to come all over the gas tank.
I shut the bike off, and Courtney ordered, “Don’t move! Stay right where you are.”
I put the kickstand down and set my feet on the ground to steady myself because I knew I was about to be in for the ride of my life.
She was taking longer than I thought she should, so I turned to find her digging through her purse that was still in my saddlebag.
Before I could ask her what she was looking for, I watched as she took out a hand towel I recognized from the set in my guest bathroom before she grinned at me and wiggled her eyebrows.
“And you wonder why I carry my purse around,” she chided before she laid it over the gas tank in front of my open zipper.
I didn’t have time to say anything before she threw her leg over the tank and stood on the highway pegs. In the next second, she pushed her pants down over her delectable ass and then reached behind her to stroke my cock one more time before she lowered herself onto it.
I watched my cock slowly disappear inside her and had to grit my teeth to stop myself from coming too soon. With her hands on the grips and her feet planted on the pegs, she rocked herself up and down, and within just a few strokes, she was moaning just as loud as I was.
“This . . . is . . . perfect.” She gasped a word out with each downstroke, her ass slapping into my lap every time she bottomed out.
I knew one way to make it more perfect, and I hoped that it pushed her closer to the edge more quickly than she could get there herself. I reached around with one hand so I could strum her clit and lifted the other hand to grab the hair she had tied up in a ponytail.
The second I pulled her hair, she moaned loudly, and once my fingers were on her clit, she started moving even faster.
I gritted my teeth and tried my hardest not to come when she did, but her pussy clutched at my cock so hard that I didn’t have a choice.
When she was in the throes of her orgasm, I grabbed her hips and started lifting her up and then forcing her down to take me deep before I came deep inside her.
As we caught our breath, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her back against my chest, and chuckled when her head fell back onto my shoulder.
She sighed loudly before she said, “I’m gonna rank that in the top ten .
. . No, the top five naughty-thoughts-turned-fantastic-sex-adventure we’ve had so far. ”
“I can’t rank it, but I can honestly say that every time I sit on this bike, I’m going to think of your ass bouncing on my lap. I’m going to be riding around with a hard-on forever more.”
When Courtney laughed, her muscles squeezed my softening cock, and I felt myself starting to get hard again.
I guess Courtney felt it, too, because she shifted on my lap for a second before she leaned forward and grabbed the handlebars again.
In a raspy voice, she said, “Thank God I brought a towel because round two is gonna be messy!”