Chapter 31
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
OLIVIA
J esus, this man knows how to get me worked up.
He brings out the side of me that I had tucked away and forgotten, bringing fire to the ashes that were lying dormant in my body.
His muscles are coiled tight against my chest as I hug him from behind.
I can tell he’s holding back from the throttle, taking it at a safe pace for me.
The leather and vibration between my legs is almost more than I can bear after he nearly brought me to the brink earlier with his fingers buried deep inside me. Not to mention the fact that his body pressed up against me is a constant reminder of everything I want, but can’t have right now.
My hands fist his shirt, and I decide to play with the devil a bit as they slide lower.
I feel his back stiffen as I move over his buckle and settle on the steel rod I feel between his legs.
A smile creeps onto my lips as my hands settle there to hold him tight.
His head turns to look over his shoulder, and even though I can’t see his eyes through the dark black visor, I feel those greys penetrate every inch of my skin.
Focusing back on the road, he takes the next turn, leading us away from town.
I glance back and watch the road we should have taken disappear in the night.
I have no clue where he is taking me, but with him, I’m realizing I would follow him anywhere.
My heart is becoming chained to him, and it’s both exciting and scary at the same time.
He veers off onto a small gravel road down by the water.
It seems to be some kind of private entrance to the beach as houses higher up overlook the ocean and line the street on the other side.
He slowly guides us to the back corner and parks next to some palm trees, giving us some privacy from the road and cloaking us in the shadows of the night.
Flipping the switch, the world goes silent except for the faraway sound of the waves coming in to kiss the sand. A warm, salty breeze blows across my skin, giving relief to my burning flesh.
“Come here.” His voice is low, but there’s no doubting the control behind it.
My heart starts to pound in my chest as I swing my leg over and slide off the seat.
He immediately scoots back a bit and points to the spot in front of him.
I still can’t see his expression behind the dark visor as he crosses his tattooed arms and waits for me to obey.
I move to sit on the bike with my back to him, and he shakes his head. “Other way, honey. I want those tits in my face tonight, and I want your eyes on me.”
My throat is thick as I swallow down the desire coursing through me like a tidal wave. I straddle the bike and face him. He unbuckles my strap and releases my helmet before reaching back to secure it, doing the same with his.
He runs a hand through his hair as I shake out mine, feeling the breeze lift the damp tendrils off my face.
“What if we get caught?” The mom in me comes out as I glance around for any signs of life, but the woman that is his…well, that woman feels the excitement creep in as his gaze penetrates me .
“Should have thought about that before you started rubbing my cock the whole way here. You want to add gasoline to an already lit fire—you better be prepared to feel the flames.” Grabbing my waist, he scoots me closer.
The friction on my bare center has me biting my lip as I feel myself already so close to the edge.
“Take out my cock, Olivia. You want your greedy little hands on it? Now’s your chance. ”
I eagerly find his buckle and, with shaking hands, I slowly release him.
He’s thick and heavy as I remove the last of the constraints.
My thumb fingers his piercing as I roll it over his skin, catching the precum that has begun to seep out.
A slow growl comes from his lips, wrapping around me like flames licking and searching for its next victim.
His hands grip my waist tightly before I’m lifted and sink down on him on my next breath.
“Fuck,” he moans, holding me tightly against him as I take him all the way in. “You’ve got me so turned on right now that I’m barely holding on. I’ve never not been in control of my body, but one touch from you and I come undone.”
“I’m barely hanging on, too,” I sigh, sliding down on him again. “I’m scared of how much I need you,” I confess. “If you left me…”
“Not going to fucking happen,” he interrupts me with a growl. “I’m yours, honey. I’ll always be yours.”
Lifting my shirt above my breasts, he pushes down my lace bra and hungrily feeds off of them. Throwing my head back, I arch into him, giving him full access to take what he wants. When he pulls my nipple hard into his mouth, a soft cry escapes as pleasure shoots between my legs.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he pants. I do as he says and cross my ankles behind his waist. “Harder, honey. Dig those heels in and hang on tight.”
I squeeze him harder, and my heels sink into his back as he moans his approval. Putting a hand on my chest, he slowly pushes me backwards until I’m lying back against the gas tank. My breath becomes heavier as he grabs my hips tightly.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking sexy laid out on my bike like this. Your tits bared to the moon with your nipples hard and coated with my saliva.” He glances down at where we are joined and watches our bodies fit perfectly together. “Your pussy soaking me like it’s the best damn thing it ever tasted.”
He stands up and raises my hips higher to meet his thrusts. My heels dig deeper as I keep a firm grip on him. Using him as leverage, I move with him in a rhythm that quickly brings my body to the edge.
He senses the moment I get close, and his body plunges deep inside me as we fall apart together. I bite back my cry as my body arches further back on the bike as I pulse uncontrollably around him, matching his beat with his release. Our orgasms collide like a freight train exploding on contact.
His moan filters through the night as he pours inside me, leaving me panting against the leather seat.
He slowly sits back down, keeping us joined together, before pulling me up in his arms. His lips find mine, and his kiss is filled with emotions that are brimming to the surface, just waiting to spill over.
I feel the last of my walls crumble away as I give my heart completely over to him in this moment.
The words are on the tip of my tongue, but I want to do it right this time and make it a special moment for us.
You only get to say I love you for the first time once.
I want to show him in the only way I know how, just how much he means to me.
“Are you sure about this? I know it’s small, but it’s permanent.”
I eye Jake from my spot on the tattoo chair. “Are you trying to tell me something without telling me something?” I’m already nervous about telling Miles how I feel. I don’t need his brother making me second-guess things.
“No, he’s all in, I swear,” he laughs. “You’ve got him by the balls just like Lyla holds mine in her palm.” I smile, feeling some of the tension melt away. “You just seem nervous, and I always ask my nervous clients that.”
“I’m not nervous about getting the tattoo.
It’s the voicing part that I’m a little nervous about.
I know how I feel about him, and I want to do this to show him just how much he means to me.
He’s been so patient with me and has given me the time I needed to trust him and get over my fears.
And the way he is with Bee,” I sigh, and a smile touches my lips.
“They’ve gotten real close these past weeks, and she just adores him. ”
The three of us have been spending as much time together as we can since the opening.
Bee wakes up looking for Miles, and when he leaves for work, she’s counting down the hours until he gets home.
It was as easy as breathing to bring him into our lives.
He fits right in like it was always meant to be this way.
Even Gizmo has found his place in the family and sleeps like a king next to Bee every night.
“He adores her, too,” Jake smiles. “It’s always scary when you give someone your heart and they have the power to hurt you, but trust me when I tell you…it’s in good hands. You can trust Miles to keep it safe.”
“I know that now,” I nod. “That’s why I want to do this. I’m ready to tell him tonight and surprise him with this tattoo.”
“Well, let’s get started then,” he grins and starts the transfer process.
“By the way, thanks for watching Bee tonight.” I set up this whole night a few days ago, asking for Jake and Lyla’s help to put it together.
Jake didn’t hesitate to squeeze me in for an appointment, and Lyla was more than ready to help out with Bee.
I dropped her off on the way here, so I can get started on the dinner I have planned at my house once this appointment is done.
Miles is at work, and all he knows is that Bee is gone for the night and we have the house to ourselves.
“Are you kidding me? Charlie’s been bouncing with excitement since she found out about the sleepover. She had so much fun at your house last weekend, so it’s nice to return the favor.” He gently removes the transfer and holds up a mirror so I can check the placement.
“It’s perfect,” I grin.
“I think so, too. This is going to mean a lot to him, you know. We don’t take it lightly when someone in our family gets inked. It’s a commitment and a deeper bond that means more than words ever could.”
“I know,” I say softly. “He told me about the spots over your heart that you guys kept bare for the right girl.”
His grey eyes, so much like Miles, smile as his lips quirk up. I get the feeling he’s hiding something as I search his face for more answers.
“Why do you look like you have a secret you want to spill?” I study him closely, and he laughs.