“And I’mtheirage,” Jules says with a laugh. “So go easy on the old people talk.”
Ava shakes her head. “No way, you don’t look a day over twenty-five.”
“I already knew I liked you, but now you’re my favorite,” Jules tells her.
“She just misses me,” Tucker says and ruffles Ava’s hair, which earns him a glare. “I’m her favorite brother.”
“Sure you are, because you’re buying me ice cream.” Ava smooths her hair out and then turns back to Jules. “I’ll call you later.”
Then she leans in and whisper-shouts, “And I want details.”
“No.” I shake my head, and with Juliet’s hand in mine, we walk back outside and get settled on the bike. All the way back to the house, her hands move up and down my chest and stomach, and then she plants them on the gas tank. With a smirk, I grab them and plant them back on my stomach.
I can feel her laughing behind me.
Gonna have to teach you a little lesson, Wildfire.
She leans into the turns with me, as naturally as if she’d been on this bike with me for twenty years, and then I park in the garage, and we put the helmets away and go inside.
Before she has the chance to do much of anything at all, I swing her onto my shoulder and march back toward the bedroom, making her gasp in surprise.
“What the hell?” She giggles and smacks my butt, and I return the favor by swatting her perfect globe of an ass, making her yelp. “Brooks!”
“You’re mine tonight.” I carry her into the bedroom and drop her onto the bed, and she pushes her hair out of her face. “You think you can touch me on my bike like that, get me so fucking hard I ache, and that I won’t fuck you the second we get home?”
She bites her plump lower lip in excitement, watching me.
“Clothes off. Now.” My voice is deeper, harder, and her eyes glass over, just the way I want them to.
My wildfire has a gorgeous submissive side.
“I won’t tell you twice.”
That sets her into motion, pulling her shirt over her head, then lying down to shimmy out of the jeans she wore for the bike. When she’s only in blue panties, I lift an eyebrow and cross my arms, rub my fingertip over my bottom lip, waiting.
“It all comes off.”
“I want you naked, too,” she says before swallowing hard.
I don’t reply. I simply stand here, over her, watching. Her nipples pucker. Her legs scissor. Her breath hitches, and her pulse jumps in her throat.
She’s so fucking gorgeous.
Finally, her fingers hook into the sides of her panties, and she works them down her hips, down her legs. Before she can fling them aside, I take them and press them to my nose, inhaling deeply.
“Fucking delicious,” I growl, then set them aside. “Those are mine now.”
“I might need them.”
“You don’t.” I reach over my shoulder and yank my shirt over my head and let it fall to the floor.
Juliet’s gaze takes me in greedily. I fuckinglovethe way this woman looks at me, as if I’m the hottest thing she’s ever seen in her life.
I unbuckle my belt and yank it through the loops of my jeans with a snap, then let it fall with a clatter to the floor.
“Do you like what you see, baby?”
“Hell yeah, I do. God, you just got …better, Brooks, and I didn’t think that was possible.”
