Chapter 47
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
SIMONE
My heart raced in my chest so loud, it was hard to hear myself think.
A love confession was the last thing I expected from the chaotic biker who’d swept me off my feet.
And while I felt the same way, I couldn’t help but proceed with caution.
We were still new, and he’d been through a lot recently.
I didn’t want this to just be a whim he was following because he was excited about everything going back to normal.
“Are you… sure? It’s been a long week, Elias, a long month honestly, and I understand if feelings get jumbled–”
He stopped me by cupping my face, leaning to press his lips against mine.
Firmly, without hesitation or his usual teasing.
This wasn’t a kiss to initiate something.
It was warm and soft, no urgency or demand, and when he pulled away, he pressed his forehead against mine, his eyes full of sincerity and that emotion I was almost too afraid to acknowledge.
“I’m sure. I get it if you aren’t there yet, I can wait. But I’m not taking it back. I love you, Simone. You’re it for me.”
You’re it for me. That sentence, more than anything, blew me away.
It sounded permanent, not to see where things would go, but like he intended to stick around forever if I’d let him.
The thought both thrilled me and terrified me at the same time.
And thankfully, he didn’t expect me to answer him.
I wasn’t sure I was ready. I’d felt like I was falling for him for a while, but I was too overwhelmed at the moment to put it into words.
Capturing my lips again, he sipped them gently, waiting until I opened up for him before deepening it.
The familiar swell of heat and lust expanded in my belly and I let him distract me for a little while with the feel of his mouth on mine.
When he pulled me to my feet, I went willingly, setting aside the laundry to wrap my arms around his neck.
His hands had just moved to my behind when I heard Jasper’s door open upstairs.
We jerked apart, both breathing heavily, but Jasper didn’t come downstairs.
He went into the bathroom, and I heard the sound of his electric toothbrush a minute later.
Elias looked chagrined, rubbing the back of his neck.
“So the bedroom is still out, I guess. I feel like I should ask around to see how to soundproof it. This is getting ridiculous.”
Snorting, I took his hand, pulling him out the back door. He made a face when we got close to the cars parked in the driveway, but I ignored him, walking past them to the garage that was far enough away from the house for privacy and with the door shut, plenty warm enough for something quick.
Elias didn’t need an invitation to pick things back up again, yanking me back into his arms and fusing his lips to mine.
Gone were the sweet and tender kisses and in their place was the urgency he usually had when we got our hands on each other.
He plastered me against him, hands kneading my butt while he walked me backward further into the garage.
My lower back bumped against a work bench that was mostly empty, and I smiled against his lips when he lifted me onto it.
It was a little too high for any carnal activities, but put me up high enough that he could easily bury his face in my cleavage.
“You’re ridiculous,” I laughed.
“And you’re perfect,” he murmured, voice muffled because of his position. “God, I want to fuck these so bad.”
I rolled my eyes. That wasn’t going to happen, especially not out here. Fisting his hair, I dragged his face back up, tangling my tongue with his to get him back on track.
Once again, we were in a position where it was too chilly to take off all our clothes. For the first time in my life, I found myself looking forward to a New Mexico summer so if we were forced to continue sneaking around like this, I’d at least get to see more of his skin.
He stripped out of his t-shirt, then shivered, moving closer to me to seek warmth. “How is it colder than the car in here? There’s four walls and we only opened the door for a second.”
“No insulation,” I told him, running my hands over the tattoos decorating his skin. He leaned into it, my hands were always warm, and tipped his head to give his attention to my neck while I got my fill of touching him.
“I don’t want you to get cold, but I want to see you too,” he complained.
Chuckling, I nipped his bottom lip playfully. “Next time. Maybe it’ll give you incentive to figure out how to get us to a bed.”
I slid off the bench, figuring his complaints meant he was too cold and we’d head inside, but he didn’t move away from me.
“I’ve had this fantasy for years now. What would it take to convince you to indulge me a little?”
I raised an eyebrow, but when he gave a significant look to his bike sitting a few feet away, I barked out a laugh. “You’re not serious.”
“I guarantee every single one of my crew members has thought about the same thing,” he grinned. “It’s a biker thing. Come on, Simone. Help a man fulfill his fantasies.”
“Your fantasy of having sex on your bike?” I drawled, unconvinced. “How would that even work? I’m not doing anything while you’re driving around.”
He laughed, carefree and easy, little creases around his eyes that made my heart flutter in my chest. “Nah, I’m not that reckless.
” Spinning me around, he gripped my hips, walking us to his bike and putting my hands onto the smooth leather seat, bending me forward just like he had when we were in the laundry room together.
“Just like this. Hot, sexy teacher bent over my bike? I’ll be jerking off to that image for the rest of my life. ”
Chuckling, I pressed into him when he leaned against my back, blanketing me with his body.
“And what do I get out of this?” I teased.
I was on board, it was the tamest request he could make regarding his bike, but I liked teasing him.
Feeling his grin against my shoulder, I could tell he enjoyed it too.
“Anything. Anything you want, it’s yours,” he promised, words a whisper against my neck as he returned to kissing along the exposed skin.
My body language said what I wanted, but the fact that he waited for me to say it outright made me trust him just a little more.
“Okay. But if it tips over, you can’t blame me.”
“Don’t worry,” he murmured, hands moving over my body and under my shirt to touch my skin. “They’re more sturdy than they look.”
I chose to believe him, leaning into his touch as he unhooked my bra so he could more easily slide his hands underneath the cups to touch me.
His mouth kept moving, tongue sliding up my neck before his teeth repeated the movement.
With the positioning, I couldn’t do anything but bask in the touch, pressing my hips back against the swell of his erection against my ass.
One hand slid lower, cupping me through the worn jeans I’d chosen to help with the clean up process.
It wasn’t what I’d call a sexy outfit, but Elias didn’t seem bothered, unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down my hips just low enough that he could touch me without fully exposing me to the cold air in the garage.
Not that I felt cold. With him pressed up against me and his touch spreading heat along my skin, I was plenty warm.
The sound of his zipper was loud in the quiet garage, only our panting breaths breaking the silence.
He leaned away from me for a moment, and I heard the sound of foil as he tore open a condom and rolled it on.
When he came back, pressing himself against me, the warmth made me sigh.
This was easily the dirtiest thing I’d ever done, and somehow he was making it soft and sweet at the same time, keeping himself wrapped around me and comfortable.
When his erection slipped between my thighs, I squeezed them together, grinning to myself when he groaned and rocked his hips.
He reached around my hip, pressing gently against my clit before making small circles around it.
I gasped at the bolt of pleasure, clenching again, and I heard Elias curse quietly under his breath.
He stayed that way, teasing us both, until our movements grew more frantic and my arousal coated his length so much, when the head of it caught against my entrance, he slid inside without warning.
“Oh, fuck!” he shouted, bucking against me, his fingers pressing a little harder on my clit. It made me moan and push my hips back to meet his next thrust, and when he started a rhythm that made my toes curl, he wasn’t the only one cursing.
He shifted positions, both hands holding my hips as he straightened to pound into me more aggressively.
When I lowered myself to rest my elbows on the seat of his bike, it changed the angle for us both, and I was suddenly glad we were so far from the house because Elias’s shouts were so loud, I wasn’t sure even being in the car would have muffled him enough.
The way we were moving made it hard for him to take up touching me again, so I moved my hand between my legs, resuming the circles he’d started that made me so hot, I was breathless.
“Are you… Are you touching yourself?” he panted, slowing long enough to get a better look. When he confirmed his suspicions, I felt his cock kick inside me and he let out a litany of curses and praise, picking up the pace again and pounding into me harder.
“You’re so fucking perfect. So hot. Jesus, how did I get so damn lucky? Fuck, just like that. Let me hear you, baby. Fuck, yes.”
My body tightened with each filthy praise, and I felt my release barreling down on me faster and faster, his thrusts hitting just the right angle to get me off.
“Right there, Elias. Keep going,” I panted.
“Fuuuuuuccckkk,” he groaned, fingers digging into my hips as he fought desperately to keep up the pace I needed.
When my climax hit me, it felt like a tidal wave of pleasure slammed into me, making my knees so weak, I nearly collapsed.
Only Elias’s quick movements, an arm sliding under my chest to hold me steady, kept me from sinking to the ground.
His free hand rested on the bike, his groan long and loud in my ear as my body tightened rhythmically around him, milking his release from him.
My weight was almost entirely held by Elias and the bike, which to his credit, had barely rocked during the whole ordeal.
Elias’s breath puffed along my neck, little trembles telling me he was just as affected as I was, but holding himself together for my sake.
A smile pulled at my lips and I reached back, wrapping one arm around his neck to keep him close.
“I love you too.”