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Keeping Jade entertained for the day sounded like an easy enough task, and with the ATVs, it was something I thought would handle itself.
She loved to ride my bike; the four-wheelers have four wheels. They should be safer.
Of course, Jade found a way to try to give me a heart attack in just the first ten minutes.
I’d almost asked Zander if he wanted to take her, feeling like I’d have been more useful working on the room, but Spencer was quick to paint me a pretty mental picture of what they might get up to unsupervised. Not to mention he’s so fucking terrible with secrets.
“This is amazing!” Jade shouts back over the roar of the engines, glancing back at me long enough for me to see the smile that splits her face and the happiness that shines in her eyes.
Fuck, heart attack or not, it’s worth it to see her look at me like that.
When did I get so goddamn soft?
“Slow down, the clearing is coming up!” I shout, and I’m surprised when she listens.
The trail isn’t huge, but thankfully, it’s enough that I can pull up and drive beside her.
“This is so cool! I’m kind of a little annoyed it took you this long to clue me in about these things.” She attempts to glare at me, but she can’t seem to wipe the smile from her lips, so it’s not very scary, not that I think she is most times, anyway.
Don’t get me wrong, Jade is dangerous, but looks-wise, she’s not out here putting the fear of God into anyone.
And I think that might be half of her appeal and how she keeps getting the jump on these guys.
I’m sure none of them expected to buy a fuck toy and have it be able to fight back.
My fingers tighten around the handles, and I grit my teeth together, forcing myself to take a deep breath in through my nose before I slowly blow it out again.
We’ll get them. Every single last person to put their hands on here will face the consequences, and for now, that has to be okay.
I won’t let them ruin this for her, too.
“Right here,” I call, nodding to the right before I turn off onto a path that’s much narrower. Jade follows behind me, and when I glance back, I see her looking around, eyes wide as she tries to take everything in, and I look at the forest with fresh eyes.
She reminds me not to take anything for granted, especially not her.
The trees give way, opening up to a clearing that looks like it was man-made, and it might be, but not by us. These trees have been here a long time, far before the original house was even built, I’m sure.
“Holy shit!” Jade cries out behind me, and it’s impossible to contain my smile when I can hear hers so clearly.
She doesn’t even know yet.
I hop off my four-wheeler and jog back to hers.
“Follow me around the edge. It’s tight, though, so don’t go too fast to start.”
I see the curiosity shine in her eyes, but instead of demanding to know what we're about to do, she smiles before she presses up, sealing her lips with mine.
It only lasts a moment, but still my heart gallops like it’s a fucking stampede when she drops back down on her seat.
It takes everything I have to walk back to my four-wheeler instead of bending her over hers.
Later.
Back on mine, I rev the engine, and she does the same, with one more quick glance over my shoulder to see her thumbs up. I floor it as I turn into the clearing and hug the well-dug-out ‘road’ of sorts.
I’ve been tearing this dirt up for a few years now, ever since Spencer stumbled upon it.
The circle is perfect and gives you a wicked adrenaline rush as you fly by trees.
It takes Jade a second to get used to the speed and the trees, but before long, she’s right back on my ass, and I hear her whooping and yelling her excitement.
I’m not sure how many times we go around, enough that I’m sure I’ll be dizzy when we stop, before I hold my hand up to let her know I’m going to slow down.
We’d had to go over a few hand signals earlier when, after only two minutes on it, she slammed me hard enough I felt like she was trying to get on top of my four-wheeler.
“Watch this,” I shout when we're hardly going faster than a crawl before I floor it and head into the center of the clearing.
There’s grass here, but I don't give a shit. It’ll grow back, or it won’t; either works for me.
I do donut after donut until I feel the tires start to come up, and I ease off the gas.
The second I look at Jade, I know what she’s going to ask.
“Can I try?” she all but shouts, bouncing in her seat in anticipation.
“Yeah, just…” I snap my mouth shut, my warning about the wheels lifting going unsaid because she’s already going, and there’s no way she’ll hear me now.
She does three donuts, each tighter than the last, before I see the wheels rock up.
“Jade!”
She lets go of the throttle, but even still, it’s already in motion. Thankfully, she’s quick and smart; she throws herself to the side that’s lifting, and it slams back down with a thud.
The smile on her face dissolves most of my worry, but the need to touch her only burns hotter.
One second I’m on my four-wheeler watching her, and the next I’m stalking toward her, needing her more than I need my next breath.
What is it about her that drives me so fucking wild, that makes me so comfortable being out of control…
Never one to sit around, Jade is up and running toward me in a flash, and when she jumps up into my arms, her lips finding mine as if they are drawn together, I know the answer.
Everything.
Everything about her.
Her legs are around my waist, straddling me like a fucking spider monkey as we get lost in each other's mouths as if we haven’t done this dozens of times now.
I’ll never get enough of her.
Gripping her ass, I grind her against me and hum in pleasure when her breath catches as she rubs against my already painfully hard cock.
“You going to fuck me out here in the dirt,” she says, lips still pressed to mine as if unwilling to break contact. Not that I can blame her; I don’t want her to go anywhere either.
Besides, I know she’s just trying to poke the bear; we both know she’s getting fucked out here.
There aren’t many places I can think of that I wouldn’t fuck her… scratch that, not one.
She pulls back, but I follow, biting down on her lower lip to let her know what I think of that. She huffs out a breathy little laugh that makes my cock throb and her hips roll, looking for more.
I can give her that.
I let her slide down my body until her feet hit the ground before I turn her back toward her four-wheeler.
It’s late, and I fully intend to fuck her over the back of it.
“You could always chase me again. That was fun,” she sings as she moves to head toward the woods.
I don’t let her get far, can’t stand the thought of it, and without thinking it through, I lash out, my fingers tangling in her messy, lopsided bun and pulling her back toward me.
I lean down so that we're face-to-face, our heads pressed together.
“I’ll chase you some other time. I enjoy catching you.” Her smile takes on a little of that psycho energy, and my cock aches just thinking about it and how much she also enjoys the chase.
“But for now, I want to bend that pretty little ass of yours over the back of your four-wheeler and fuck you until your screams haunt the forest.”
She sucks her teeth between her lips as her pupils blow wide, and I see her run through her options.
Is she going to fight me and make me give chase, or does she want to get fucked now?
She relaxes into my hold, and getting fucked now wins.
”So needy for my cock…” I lean in, pulling her head back with my hold on her hair, and drag my lips up her neck, watching as goosebumps break out over the soft skin.
I pull back and let go of her hair before scooping her up and tossing her over my shoulder.
She usually fights me on it, but I know she loves it, being thrown around like this, not in control.
Not that she would ever admit it.
The second her feet are back on the ground, I spin her around, grasping her hands and pressing them to the back of the ATV, my own holding her there.
“Stay,” I growl low right in her ear and feel the way she shifts in an attempt to get some relief.
Always pushing her luck and my buttons.
I reach up, gripping her face hard enough to make her lips pouty, and turn her to make her meet my gaze.
“I said stay.”
She gives the tiniest nod, and I let my hold on her cheeks drop, but she doesn’t move. Instead, holding my gaze.
“Good girl.”
Her nostrils flare, and her pupils are so fucking wide they nearly eat up that beautiful green.
I yank her leggings down and growl when I realize she isn’t wearing any underwear.
“Now you can’t ruin anymore,” she sasses, and I guess that’s true, but I can’t deny I’ve come to enjoy literally tearing her underwear off of her.
I make a mental note to buy her a few hundred pairs so I can continue to do so.
Thankfully, I know the best way to deal with a brat. I dip my fingers into her dripping pussy, rubbing over her clit without giving any kind of relief.
Pressing my hand to the center of her upper back, I press her chest down before I kick her legs apart and drop to my knees. I lick her from clit to opening, savoring the sound of her choked groan as my cock pulses and leaks, impatient to be buried inside of her.
I take my time devouring her sweet pussy as she moans and writhes, trying to stay still and failing so beautifully.
She’s close, and so fucking wet, her juices leaking down my face, making a mess, and my only concern is wasting it.
“Rick!” she shouts, and I don’t need to say more to know what she wants. Lucky for her, I might very well embarrass myself if I don’t fuck her right now, though that’s not out of the question when her pussy hugs me like a glove.
Fuck, just the thought makes my balls tight, and I have to give myself a moment to relax, which means pushing her closer.
I feel her walls flutter around the tip of my tongue as I tease her entrance, and I pull back, making her whimper in protest.
“Shh, I’ve got you, baby.” I stand behind her, fishing my throbbing erection from my jeans to press against her ass and watch her squirm before I coat it in her wetness and slam into her.
Our groans fill the air, the only sound around, and I contemplate giving her a moment to adjust before I think better of it.
If I come too fast, I’ll just have to find another way to make her come, but I can’t wait another second to fuck her. Teasing her wasn't as one-sided as I'd hoped, but then it never really is.
“Fuck Rick!” She groans as I fuck into her over and over, faster and faster until we’re rocking the four-wheeler, and I worry she’s going to slam her head off of it.
I can help with that, though.
Wrapping my hand around her throat, I pull her up, not all the way but enough to keep her out of danger of a concussion while also getting the joy of feeling her erratic pulse beneath my fingers.
She screams, and it’s wild and hoarse, and as her orgasm rips through her, she pulls me over the edge with her as I pump her full of cum as she milks me for every drop I’ve got.
“I fucking love ATVs,” she pants after a moment, and I bark a laugh, caught off guard.
“Ew, don’t laugh inside of me, I can feel it!” She shrieks, pulling away enough for me to fall out, and I can’t stop myself from taking a step back to look down at where my cum drips down her leg.
“I fucking love your pussy,” I tell her in response to her declaration of love for the four-wheelers, and she rolls her eyes, moving to pull her leggings back up.
I move forward, crowding her back against the four-wheeler, before I run my fingers through the mess we’ve made and bring my fingers up to her mouth.
“Open.”
She holds my gaze as she does as I tell her, sticking her tongue out before licking my fingers clean, going so far as to suck them into my mouth. She releases them a moment later with a pop.
It shouldn’t be possible, but my cock twitches as if I didn’t just fuck her, and if the sun wasn’t going to set soon, I would fuck her again.
But it is, and Jade on a four-wheeler in broad daylight is scary enough; I can’t imagine her on one at night.
With a growl of frustration, I pull away, tucking my now semi-hard cock away as she makes a show of pulling up her leggings, a seductive smile curling her lips when she sees me watching.
I turn away, fishing my phone from my pocket and quickly shooting off a text to give the guys a heads up before I tuck it away.
Of course, she doesn’t miss it, her brows raised in question.
“Zan misses you,” I tell her, and it’s not a lie exactly. I can proudly say that and know without a shadow of a doubt that it’s true; he always misses her when she’s not directly in his line of sight.
Her eyes go soft, and a smile pulls at my lips; seeing the way she melts for him, knowing she’d look like that for any one of us is enough to give a guy a nice ego stroke.
She moves in close, pushing up on her tiptoes, and I lean down to meet her lips without thought, groaning when I taste our mixed flavors on her tongue.
No doubt that was her intent; her eyes shine when she pulls back, smiling up at me.
“I’ll race ya,” she says before she turns and bolts, climbing up and starting her four-wheeler before I even fully comprehend what she said.
It’s not until the engine roars, and she’s hit the throttle that my brain kicks into gear.
“Fuck,” I shout as I take off after her.
I’d chase her anywhere, but back home sounds good.