Chapter 22 #2
“The one you owe me.” She pushes off my bike with slow, deliberate confidence, closing the gap between us until there’s nowhere for me to go that isn’t into her.
“You should be careful what you ask for, sugar,” I murmur, my gaze dropping to her mouth.
For a second, the world stops. Rain and thunder fade. All I hear is my heartbeat hammering in my ears. She knows exactly what she’s doing, daring me to prove I’m not a coward.
“I dare you,” she says, voice low and taunting, “to do exactly what you’re thinking about right now.”
I’m a goner. I knew it before she even finished that sentence. I don’t waste a second—I grab her by the waist, haul her onto my bike and claim her like she’s always belonged to me. Her knees fall open instinctively, and I step in close.
I take her mouth like I’ve been starving for it, rain mixing with the taste of her, my tongue slippin’ against hers.
Her ass presses into the wet leather seat, and I palm it greedily, squeezing every inch I can get my hands on.
The rain pours down around us, slicking her skin, and fucking hell, it only makes her taste better.
The kiss is electric—pure fucking fire. Her lips are soft, but there’s a hunger in the way she kisses me back, like she’s been waiting for this just as long as I have.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders, nails biting through the soaked fabric of my shirt, and goddamn, it lands right where I don’t need encouragement.
I’m rock hard, straining against my jeans, and she knows it—her hips roll against me, grinding into the bulge I can’t fucking hide.
I pull back just enough to yank her tank top up, exposing her tanned, smooth stomach.
I lean down, my mouth hot and hungry, kissing a trail on her flesh, tasting the rainwater.
Her hips jerk forward, begging for more.
My lips drift lower, down to the waistband of her shorts, her breath hitches. Fuck, I can’t get enough of her.
“I knew that dare would come in handy,” she taunts, layin’ on my bike like some kinda wet dream. Those tight-as-fuck jean shorts are clinging to her curves like they’re begging to be ripped off.
“That’s not all I’m thinking about doin’ to you Sawyer… and fuck me, you’re soaked," I growl, when my hands slide up her thighs, thumbs brushing the edge of her wet shorts, feeling the heat from her pussy.
"It’s just from the rain," she says, her voice trembling, but that grin on her face tells me she’s full of shit. Those dilated fucking pupils of hers scream that she’s dripping wet for me.
"Nah. You’re not just wet, baby. You’re throbbing, aren’t you? Desperate for it."
"I’ll admit it," she whispers, all breathy like she’s already halfway to coming. "If you do something about it."
I want to. Fuck, I want to tear those shorts off, bury my face between her legs, and make her scream until her throat’s raw. But there’s Mama’s porch punch swirling in her veins, making her reckless, and her brother lurking somewhere in my damn thoughts.
"You’re killing me," I say, my voice rough, my cock straining against my jeans like it’s trying to bust free.
But Sawyer doesn’t give a fuck about that. She undoes my cowboy hat tied on my handlebars and sets it on her head, tilting it just enough to look like straight goddamn sin. “You can break those rules of yours one time, and show me what it’s like to be with a cowboy.”
“You don’t want this,” I force out, just as her mouth finds my neck—hot lips, sharp teeth—sucking a bruise into my skin like she’s marking me as hers. “It’s not just rules I break. It's hearts too, sweetheart.”
She laughs against my throat. “Perfect. Because I'm just passing through town… and I wouldn’t mind getting into a little trouble while I’m here.”
Fuck. Fuck.
“You’re makin’ me think you’re more trouble than I am,” I murmur, breath dragging over her ear.
My hand slides back between her thighs, finding the soaked fabric clinging to her again. I barely move—just the slow press of my thumb over her cunt through her shorts. Teasing. Testing. Knowing exactly what I’m doing.
She gasps—a sharp, desperate little sound—and her hips jerk like her body’s chasing more without her permission. That noise punches straight through me, heat ripping down my spine straight to my cock.
Her head falls back, lips parted, eyes gone, and fuck—she looks wrecked already. Like one more touch would ruin her in my hands.
And I want to ruin her.
“I might be,” she says. “Truth is, I’ve thought about this… you and me, together on this bike.”
I toss my head back, a groan tearing from my throat. Damn, I want her. I want to bury myself deep inside her, feel her tight little pussy clenching around me. But I know I can’t go that far. I gotta pull my shit together.
"Show me," I command, my voice dark and heavy. “Show me how you touch yourself when it’s me you’re thinkin’ about.”
She looks around, and knows I’m covering her from the road. We’re mostly hidden by the line of trees anyway. Then her fingers fumble with the button of her tight jean shorts, and she’s sliding her delicate hand inside, her eyes go dark—locked on mine.
“Like this?” she whimpers, arching against her hand.
"Just like that,” I whisper into her ear. “Now circle your clit. Pretend my mouth is on your sweet cunt, tongue draggin’ along every inch."
She slips her hand deeper inside her panties, her fingers dipping into that hot, wet mess she’s made for me as she circles her clit.
“Good girl,” I say, and she moans. Her bottom lip slips through her teeth, her fingers moving faster.
I glance down to see her panties clinging to her, soaked through, and the sight of it makes my cock throb so hard it fucking hurts.
I make a mental note that she likes the praise.
“Now show me with your fingers how you’d take my cock. ”
“Mm,” she whimpers, sliding two fingers inside herself, her hips bucking as she fucks herself slowly, pushing them in and out of her dripping cunt.
The sound is obscene—wet slaps of skin, her moans mixing with the storm around us.
I’m close to losing it, my pre-cum is soaking through my boxers, my dick aching to be inside her.
"Faster," I rasp, my voice taut with need. "Show me how you’d want me to fuck you."
“Oh, god yes,” she moans. Her eyes darken, and she starts to move her hand faster, her fingers working between her legs.
The wet sounds over the rain is driving me fucking insane.
I kiss her again, swallowing her moans as she touches herself.
Her hips push back against her hand, and her legs shake as she continues.
“You’re so damn beautiful. You’re about to make me come in my pants just watching you like this.”
But I don’t. I hold back, letting her unravel, every shiver and gasp pulls me deeper under her spell. I thought she was gorgeous before, but seeing her like this is something else entirely.
“Fuck,” she whimpers, her body trembling. “I’m so close.”
“Show me how you come, Sawyer. I wanna hear my name on those pretty lips when you do it.”
And she does.
“Tristan. Oh, god.” Her back arches, her mouth falling open as she comes undone. Her pussy clenches around her fingers, and I can see the wetness soaking through her shorts—her whole body trembles as she works herself through it.
It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
And I am so fucked. I’m drawn to a woman as relentless as the storm we're wrapped in.
She flips around and leans back on me, and I hold her. The rain is gone now, and hell if I don’t want to keep her here all night.
“I’ll take you home when you’re ready,” I tell her. “I’ll grab your car and bring it back to you.”
She nods beneath the brim of my hat she’s still wearing like it belongs to her now. I tip her head up. “You okay ridin’ on the back?”
“Yes,” she breathes, then adds with a little smirk, “just don’t wreck.”
That pulls a grin outta me, the kind that only shows up around her. “When you’re with me, I won't ever let anything happen to you.”
She brushes rain off the brim of my hat and lifts her chin. “I’ll remember that. And I’m keepin’ this hat, by the way.”
“It’s all yours, but you’re wearin’ the helmet till I get you back.”
I slip the hat off her head, tie it back around my handlebars, then ease the helmet onto her and fasten the strap snug beneath her chin. My fingers linger just a second longer than necessary. “There. Safe and sound.”
When I climb on. Her arms lock around me the moment I look back. And just like that, it feels less like a ride and more like carrying the most important damn thing on the planet home.