Chapter 5 Will
WILL
Half an hour later, after depositing the stuffed animals at the hotel and grabbing sandwiches and fruit for a picnic, I’m riding along the highway with Stella on her bike next to me.
Her leather riding jacket is worn, and there’s a patch sewn over a hole in the elbow, but there’s no club patch on it.
She’s not wearing anything to indicate she’s part of the Underground Crows. I don’t believe for a second that they’ve gone legit. People don’t change, and I don’t like the idea of Stella hanging out with them.
But I’ve not felt a pull like this to a woman for a long time, so I’m not going to dismiss her by association. If she’s with the Crows, then she’s from the West Coast, so there’s no harm in spending time with her this weekend.
Stella looks good in leather. I haven’t been able to get the image of her naked in the shower out of my head.
I know what she’s got under her t-shirt, but it’s not just the image of her breasts that make me want to spend time with her.
Stella is fun to be with. She smiles easily, and I like making her laugh.
We ride away from the town, from the rowdy men and the muddy field. I lost my MC brothers somewhere in the beer tent, but no one will miss me for a few hours.
The wind of the highway whips against my cheeks, my bike thrums under my thighs, and I’ve got a beautiful woman riding beside me. It’s a fantastic feeling, despite being saddle sore. I’ll take this any day over being back in that field.
I turn to look at Stella, and she's grinning. The smile makes my loins tingle. I don't know what it is about this girl, but she's got my body on fire.
I checked out the local geography, and there's a small wood with walking trails not too far from here. I miss the wooded mountain, and I need to see some green after riding through arid landscapes for the last few days.
We take the next off ramp, and I lead us down a gravel road. Pine trees thicken above us as the road takes us deeper into the wood. It's quiet out here. No cars pass us, and there’s nothing but the thrum of our bikes, a good respite from the chaos back at the festival.
We come to the end of the road, and there's a little parking lot. No other cars are here, and we park the bikes. Wooden markers indicate walking trails, and I choose a short three kilometer loop trail.
I don't know if Stella likes walking or not, but I just want to be near her and away from anybody else.
I grab my backpack from the back of the bike and a picnic blanket that I always keep in my saddle bag, and we set off down the trail.
“Do you hike much?” Stella asks.
I grab Stella’s hand, and she links her fingers through mine. Warmth spreads through me at her touch. “We've got good trails around Wild Heart Mountain. I don't know anybody who doesn't hike.”
“What's it like, North Carolina? I've never been there.”
There's a whimsical note to her voice, and I wonder about this woman that I know so little about. “It’s beautiful.”
As we walk through the towering pine trees, I tell Stella all about Wild Heart Mountain, the beauty of the forest, the trees and the rivers and lakes.
I tell her about the Wild Riders MC clubhouse nestled on the side of the mountain with a restaurant and a brewery and a bike repair shop.
She listens intently with a look of longing on her face. I get the feeling she hasn’t travelled much and never to that side of the country.
The path meanders to the left, but there’s a clearing to the right that looks perfect for our picnic.
“You hungry?”
“Starving.”
We head off the path to the right, weaving through thick trees until we come to the clearing.
I shake out the picnic blanket, and we sit down on the forest floor. The only sounds are the birds and the soft breeze as wind ripples the leaves of the trees.
I unwrap the picnic and hand Stella a chicken sandwich.
We eat as we talk, and when the sandwiches are done, I pull out two bananas. “It was the only fruit they had at the stall.”
She takes one, and as she bites into it my gaze is drawn to her mouth. Her lips are full and pink, and when they wrap around the banana my cock jerks awake. It’s as if those lips are around my dick, and I can feel every caress.
I’ve had a semi ever since I saw Stella naked, and bringing bananas for a picnic was a bad idea.
“Are you okay?” There’s real concern in her voice, and I must be staring at her.
I look away and sit up to hide my boner. Why the fuck did I bring bananas?
A cool breeze ripples across my arms, and it’s a welcome relief from the heat that’s scorching my body.
“Yeah,” I mumble.
A large raindrop falls on my cheek, and I squint up at the sky. Dark rain clouds hang above us. They must have closed in while we walked. Another raindrop hits my face, then another. “Fuck, it’s raining.”
We spring to our feet at the same time. Stella gathers the empty food wrappers and stuffs them in the backpack while I grab the blanket.
The shower hits hard and fast, and in a matter of seconds the raindrops have turned into a deluge.
Stella shrieks as the rain soaks her skin. It turns into a laugh as she runs for cover under the nearest tree. I follow her, stuffing the picnic blanket into the backpack.
The thick branches of the tree protect us from the sudden down downpour, but Stella’s already wet. Her hair clings to her cheeks, and water glistens on her leather jacket.
She’s laughing, and it’s infectious. Everything about this woman gives me a warm feeling. With her eyes sparkling and droplets of water sitting on her hair, she takes my breath away.
Rain splashes on my back, and she pulls me closer under the tree. “You’re getting wet.”
She’s leaning with her back against the trunk, and I’m so close I can smell her shampoo.
“You didn’t tell me where you were from.”
She looks away, and it’s a few more moments before she answers. “I’ve been staying with Cleo on the Sunset Coast.”
I had gathered that much, but I notice she says where she’s staying but not where she’s from.
The Sunset Coast is in California, on the other side of the country from North Carolina. We couldn’t get more distant.
“The other side of the country, huh?”
“Afraid so.” Stella looks up at me, and she’s so close the heat of her breath skims my lips. My heart races, and I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone so much as I want to kiss her.
I barely know her, and she lives so far away from me. But I can’t help myself. “So it would be crazy to do this.”
My lips brush hers. It’s barely a touch, but heat zings through me from the contact.
My fingers cup her chin, and she looks up at me with wide eyes. She’s breathing hard and her chest is heaving up and down, so tantalizingly close.
“Crazy,” she whispers.
Her eyes dart to my lips and back to mine. She wants this as much as I do.
I press my lips to hers, and they part for me. Her body shudders, and my hand slides behind her head.
Sparks fly through my body at the contact. She’s soft and warm, and this one kiss has my body on fire and my dick lengthening.
The rain pounds the ground around us with the occasional drop making it through the canopy of trees.
When I pull back, her eyes are deep pools of desire. I’ve never met a woman who turns me on so much. “And it would be even more crazy to do this.”
My hand slides between her legs, and I stroke her sensitive parts through her leather pants.
“Yes,” she pants. “Utterly crazy.”
Stella’s back arches, and her hips jut forward. She moans at my touch, and the sound goes straight to my dick.
Ever since I saw her naked, I’ve wanted her, and my body trembles with anticipation.
I kiss her throat as I stroke her, planting kisses on her wet skin. She tastes of raindrops and the forest and that damn floral scent that drives me wild.
“I want you, Stella.” I nip at the skin below her ear, eliciting a whimper.
“I want you too.”
The blood rushes straight to my dick, and I have to refrain from ripping her clothes off like I want to.
I pull away and look at her. She’s breathing hard, her eyes dark. A vision of beauty as the rain pelts down around us. “This can’t lead anywhere, you know that?”
Disappointment flashes across her face before she masks it with a smile. “I realize that. I’m not planning to move to North Carolina anytime soon.”
The thought of Stella on Wild Heart Mountain makes my breath hitch. An image of her at the club, by my side, pops into my brain, and I shake it away. It’s an impossibility.
“It’s impossible. But I like you, and we’re both here for the weekend…”
She takes my hand and places it on the zipper of her jacket. “Just for the weekend, Will. I’m fine with that.”
I unzip her jacket with trembling fingers, wondering briefly if I’m okay with that.
But all thoughts of the future flee my mind when I unzip Stella’s jacket. Her breasts are pushed up against a bright yellow t-shirt that looks too small for her.
I already know what they look like, but I have to feel them, to taste them.
My hand slides up her t-shirt and closes over her left breast. I pull the bra down and sink my fingers into the soft flesh, groaning at the heavenly feel of her breast in my hand.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your breasts since I saw you in the shower.”
Stella giggles. “Do you want to see them again?”
I let out a long sigh. “Oh yeah.”
She shrugs her leather jacket off, and it falls to the ground. Her eyes dance as she tugs her t-shirt over her head.
She’s wearing a black lace bra and her breasts burst out of the top of it, too big to be contained.
My breath hitches. She’s beautiful, tall and curvy and giving me the sexiest smile.
She reaches behind to unhook her bra, but I stop her hand. “I want to do that.”
She’s so fucking hot and I want her so bad that if I see her naked now, I might lose it in my pants. Also, I want to please Stella first. This may just be for the weekend, but I want to treat her right.
My dick’s painful in my pants, but I can wait.