Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Annahi
Riding with Justice on his bike is the best feeling in the world.
Other than having him ride me a different way. The thought brings a blush to my cheeks that has nothing to do with the crisp air hitting them.
The moment he said he was going for a ride, the idea of it sounded thrilling, and I wanted to go with him.
When he said he’d take me next time, I felt marginally rejected which I didn’t understand.
I guess it’s probably because I wanted to be with him constantly.
Plus, I’d never done anything so exciting, and I wanted to do this with him.
Then he took my hand and put me on the back of his bike. Oh, the feeling of riding is like a freedom I’ve never felt. Riding with him is beautiful and not in the least bit scary, as I thought it might be.
We take the curves of the road, my body relaxed against his, following his lead as he takes us around each windy curve.
The only thing that would make this experience that much better is if we were able to stop somewhere along the way to have a private moment together.
Images of sitting astride him fill my head, while he sat on his bike fill my head, and I hear his growls and feel the rumble of it as he squeezes the throttle a little more.
“You’re gonna get yourself into trouble, Peanut,” he says through our connection.
I can’t help but giggle at his words and squeeze his waist tighter, though I don’t say anything.
Time passes as we ride, and the sun starts to go down by the time Justice pulls off from the others, signaling to them.
The others peel away, engines roaring as they head back toward the clubhouse.
Justice takes us down a narrow side road that I never noticed before, winding through tall pines until we reach a clearing.
The view of the mountainside is breathtaking—the setting sun behind the tops of the mountains paints the sky with the most brilliant oranges and pinks.
“Wow,” I whisper as he cuts the engine. The sudden silence feels intimate, breaking the distant call of birds.
“Thought you might like this spot, Peanut,” Justice says, his voice a deep rumble that vibrates through me where my chest presses against his back.
Justice twists enough to wrap his arms around my waist and lift me off the bike behind him, spinning me until I’m now straddling him.
“This what you were imagining us doing, baby?”
I could feel his rock-hard shaft pressing against his jeans and mine. My body hums with the desire to feel him inside me.
“Yes,” I breathe out, my voice barely audible. “This is exactly what I was thinking about.”
I roll my hips against him, relishing the friction between us. Justice’s hands slide down to grip my ass, helping me move against him in a slow, torturous rhythm. If only there weren’t any barriers between us where I want him most.
Justice’s hands find my hips, gripping them firmly as he pulls me closer against him. The friction sends sparks of pleasure shooting through my core, and I can’t help the small moan that escapes.
“You’ve been driving me nuts with your thoughts, Annahi.” He growls against my mouth, and a shiver courses along my spine at him saying my name. “Thinking those thoughts while I’m trying to focus on the road. You were asking for trouble, Peanut.”
I roll my hips experimentally, savoring his sharp intake of breath. “I couldn’t help myself. Something about being on this bike with you . . .”
His eyes flash with something primal, man and beast looking at me as one, and I feel them through the connection . . . the lust and desire fueling my own with unfiltered want. My own desire stirs within me heavily, my breath quickens.
“You know what happens when you tease your man and beast together?”
“No?” I breathe, enjoying the way one hand comes from my ass to stroke up under my shirt, taking it upward as he exposes my breasts to the crisp autumn air.
“It means I can’t hold back. I won’t be gentle. Can’t control the need to fuck you,” he says. His voice drops to that deep, gravelly growl that causes between my legs to slicken with my need for him.
His fingers find my nipples, rolling them between calloused fingertips. The contrast between the cool air and his hot touch makes me gasp. I arch my back, offering myself to him more fully as his mouth replaces his fingers on one breast.
Oh yes. I love his fingers toying, pinching, and tugging, but it’s nothing like having his mouth on my breast, sucking, flicking his tongue, and biting my nipple with his teeth.
Yes. It’s amazing, but I need more.
“Justice,” I moan, threading my fingers through his hair. The vibration of his growl against my sensitive skin sends electricity straight to my core.
Justice draws back just enough to meet my gaze, eyes bright with the gold circles in them, telling just how much man and beast want me. “Tell me what you want, Annahi.”
I roll my hips against the hard ridge beneath his jeans. “You. Inside me. Now.”
A deep growl vibrates up his chest as he stands from the bike, lifting me with him. My legs wrap instinctively around his waist. My body pressed against his as he carried me toward a small patch of grass near the edge of the clearing.
I cling to him, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he lowers us to the ground. The grass is cool beneath my back, but I barely notice with Justice’s heat covering me. Which makes everything about this moment that much better, because he’s all I notice.
“Need you naked beneath me, Peanut. No way can I hold out from taking what we both need,” he growls, his hands already working at the button of my jeans.
“I want you inside me as well. I need it more than my next breath,” I tell him at the same time lifting my hips to help him slide my jeans down.
I let out a slight shiver at the coolness of the ground beneath me, but within seconds the feeling of a chill shifts to something more, and I couldn’t wait.
The look of primal hunger in Justice’s eyes causes my fingers to slightly tremble as I reach for him. “Please, Justice, I want you to fuck me.”
Justice’s eyes flash brighter, and he lets out a savage growl before releasing himself from the confines of his jeans and lowers them just enough to free himself.
“Say it again,” he commands, his voice rough as he positions himself between my thighs, cock jutting out in front of him, brushing against my entrance.
I reach up to touch his face, my fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw until I curl them around to sink them into his hair. “Fuck me, Justice. Please.”
With a powerful thrust, Justice buries himself inside me to the hilt, and I cry out at the exquisite fullness.
My body stretches to accommodate him, the slight burn only heightening my pleasure.
My back arches off the ground, fingers dropping from his hair to grip his biceps to hold on for dear life.
“Fuck, Annahi,” he groans against my neck, his breath hot on my skin. “So tight. So perfect. My perfect woman. Perfect mate. All fuckin’ mine.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. The position on the ground gives him perfect leverage to hit that spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. My fingers dig into his shoulders as he begins to move, each thrust more powerful than the last.
“Yes,” I gasp, arching my back to meet him. “Don’t stop.”
“Not gonna stop, Annahi, no way in hell I’d be able to stop now. Too far gone when it comes to you.”
Justice growls and groans, his sounds near animalistic as he takes me to the edge and over. Sheer bliss overrides everything else, and I come screaming his name.
When Justice’s teeth sink into my shoulder, his cock swelling inside me, I feel his cock pulsing his release inside, it’s then I know just how perfect he is for me. Just as I am for him.