Chapter 13 #3
Within the first week of their relationship, Ranger had insisted on taking her to the club’s motorcycle dealership and getting her fitted with proper gear.
He would not have her driving around in shorts, a tank top, and flip flops.
Not that Toni argued. She’d seen far too many cases, most involving reckless driving, where injury and death occurred.
And while she understood that a leather jacket wasn’t going to prevent major injury, her gut reaction to many of those cases was wondering why anyone would get onto a motorcycle with no protection.
Even the safe drivers, like Ranger, were not impervious to harm.
Accidents, unfortunately, happened. But Toni was also going to do everything in her power to keep herself, and Ranger, safe.
Including learning how to properly fall off a motorcycle, which was something the club taught their kids, too.
She knew that he’d have to put the bike away for the winter soon, but she desperately hoped he kept it out as long as possible for them.
Sometimes they talked, sometimes they listened to music, and sometimes there was nothing but the wind and the roar of the engine—but always Ranger’s hand was on her thigh.
Just like that first ride when he’d taken her away from her house.
Even through her new aramid fiber lined jeans and his riding gloves, she could feel the heat and pressure of his hand.
Like a possession, a claim.
Between that knowledge, the feel of his strong back against her sensitive breasts, and the rumble of the bike between her legs, Toni was a useless pile of heat by the time they arrived anywhere.
Not that Ranger minded in the slightest. He had his limits, which they both respected, but he was just as greedy for her as she was for him.
Toni never thought gas station bathrooms would be a place she would ever have sex, let alone frequently.
They’d gotten quite inventive on private places while out on the road.
But here, in the middle of nowhere, on a dirt road surrounded by trees?
Their options were quite limited. Not to mention that they were still miles from Stuart Cross’ house.
She was already feeling unsure about her attendance, and did not want to add tardiness because they stopped to fuck to what she feared was going to be an awkward dinner.
Toni liked Ranger’s sponsor. He seemed extremely attentive to his sponsees, especially when one was really struggling.
Maybe if Charles or Edema had been more like Cross, her parents wouldn’t have slipped through the cracks.
Not that she blamed them any more than she blamed herself, but if her suspicions behind her mom’s relapse were accurate, then her mom’s decision to use wasn’t sudden.
It was preventable, and they’d all missed the signs.
Yet Cross had practically moved in with one of his sponsees to help him cope with his struggle.
Toni still felt odd calling him ‘Cross’. ‘Mr. Cross’ or ‘Stuart’ felt more natural, but she also respected his wish on how he wanted to be addressed.
But there was absolutely no further protest in her as Ranger pulled off into the trees. Leaves and branches replaced dirt under their tires, and while anticipation ran hot through her veins, Toni’s logistical brain couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if one of the bike’s tires hit a rock.
Thankfully, she never had to find out as Ranger slowed the bike once they were sufficiently hidden from the roadway.
They might end up having a lot of sex outside the bedroom, but other than that first time when they’d been caught by Susie, Ranger was always extremely careful to ensure that no one else saw her naked.
Toni noticed him doing something with his foot before throwing the kickstand and settling the bike.
“Get off,” he ordered, doing that low husky thing with his voice that he knew Toni couldn’t resist.
A full-body shiver coursed through her before Toni was able to get her arms to dislodge themselves from around his waist. Even with the tightness of his body and the heavy puffs of his hard breathing in her helmet speaker, Ranger still placed his arm out to steady her as she dismounted.
Toni wasn’t entirely sure what was happening or why he’d ordered her off the bike the way he had, but there was never a doubt in her mind that she was safe with him. That little gesture proved it.
Ranger stood. Toni stepped back to give him room, feeling the hard brush of bark against her jacket.
He moved like a panther, his black attire accentuating his grace in the dusky light.
For a moment, she thought he was going for his saddlebag, but then he deviated and walked a few paces away where he picked up a flat rock.
Walking back, he tipped his motorcycle up just enough where he was able to slide the rock under the bottom of the kickstand.
The ground felt pretty solid under Toni’s feet, but being the experienced biker that Ranger was, he must know or sense something she didn’t to want to add extra support to the bike.
He turned so abruptly that Toni jumped. Rather than reaching for her arm or her hand, Ranger hooked his fingers under her chin bar and pulled her towards him by her helmet.
Toni felt like she was floating, barely feeling her feet, as he moved her until their faceplates touched.
He must have disconnected the Bluetooth between their helmets, because when he spoke next, his voice was dark and slightly muffled.
“Who do you think you are, teasing me with that sexy ass of yours? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you wanted to be fucked in the middle of the woods by a stranger?”
It took Toni a solid second to realize what was happening.
It was a good thing he couldn’t see her expression of pure glee through her face shield.
Ranger was roleplaying the sex scene between the Biker Shadow Daddy and the virgin heroine of the book she was currently reading.
He must have picked up her book at some point and read some or most of it—which was so fucking hot!
Toni tried to keep the joy from her voice as she fought to remember the words from the book. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just wanted a ride home.”
“Too late,” he growled, low and gravelly. Toni’s knees about buckled under her as her nipples tried to poke their way through the padding of her bra. “The only question that remains is if you’re going to be a good girl or a bad girl while you’re getting fucked.”
It wasn’t the exact line from the book, and yet somehow sooo much better. Toni had never rolerole playedplayed a scene from any of her romance books before, but holy hell, if this was the result of Ranger reading one book, she was going to force him to read all of them.
“Good girl.” Toni was very certain he could hear the smile on her voice, because she was entirely incapable of wiping it off her face. If he removed her helmet right now, all he would see would be her smiling like a loon up at him.
Ranger took a step back, creating some space between them without dropping his hold on her helmet. “Then be a good girl and lower your pants.”
She knew from the book that the main male character had the main female character undo his pants, get down on her knees, and “get him wet for her, because that was the only extra lubrication she was getting”.
But Toni also recognized that that wasn’t an option for them, and she was very curious about his improvised version of the scene.
Fingers still looped under her chin bar, it was like she could feel his eyes burrowing into hers through their face plates.
Lifting her hands to her jeans, she undid the button and lowered the zipper.
Wiggling slightly to try to relieve the pressure pulsing between her legs, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans and panties at her hips and pushed them down.
Her efforts took them as far as her knees, but he didn’t seem to be allowing her to bend and push them further with his hold on her helmet.
Ranger tsked his tongue. “You truly are an eager little thing, aren’t you?
I tell you to take down your pants, and you drop your panties, too?
” He pulled her face closer to his roughly.
“All that tells me is how much you want my cock. Say it,” he barked, jerking her helmet slightly. “Tell me how much you want my cock.”
“I want it,” Toni admitted hastily, no longer acting.
Holy fuck, how was she still standing? Her legs felt like jelly.
Here she stood with her ass in the breeze, her pants down at her knees, and a motorcycle helmet still over her face, and she didn’t think she’d ever been so turned on in her life.
But it wasn’t the scene. It wasn’t the lines they were, albeit poorly, repeating from her book.
It was him. Ranger. Liam. It was the hold he had over her and his willingness to explore a fantasy with her.
“Then prove it.” He stepped back, lowering his hand from her helmet. “Be a good girl and bend over my bike. Spread your legs and beg me for my cock.”
Walk? He expected her to walk on her jelly legs?
Not to mention her pants were still around her knees.
But like she was possessed or something, Toni’s feet started to move.
She kept her gait small, having absolutely no desire to trip and make a fool of herself in front of Ranger.
It took her maybe a dozen shuffled steps to walk around him and over to the left side of his bike.
The only good thing about her walk was that her pants slid the rest of the way down her legs, until they were caught by her boots.
He hadn’t said to remove them, and after the panty curveball he’d thrown her, she knew better than to try to take them off the rest of the way.