She snickered.
I wasn’t joking. She made me so fucking hard. Always had. I didn’t think there’d be a time when I didn’t react to her with lust and longing. This woman brought me to life and saved me from the darkness. Her love showed me that I was worthy of it and that meant the fucking world to me.
She was everything.
Hence, the reason I needed to get my ring on her finger. I wanted her to know that I’d given her all of me and I wasn’t ever letting her go. Once, years ago now, I tried to protect her by pushing her away from me. I nearly lost Nylah as a result.
I’d been a fool. She let me know it, too.
Somehow, she still loved and wanted me despite my faults. A guy like me with too many issues to list, the extra entities inside my body in a constant tug of war, my need for control, and even my possessiveness should have made it impossible to find a woman to love the monster I’d become.
Nylah didn’t just accept and love me. She embraced every part of me, stood by my side, and declared it to the world.
Fucking hell. I loved her.
“Are you going to start up this bike or what?”
Her teasing shook me out of my thoughts, and I chuckled.
I started my bike and guided her arms around my waist, locking her hands in place. With a light pat on her thigh, I let my Harley glide along the pavement as we merged onto the road and out of town.
When the nights weren’t as cold, I liked to take Nylah out for a ride. Chrome and Cameron were watching the kids, which meant there wasn’t any rush. My babies were safe with their aunt and uncle. That left me relaxed enough to focus on my ol’ lady.
The wind was cool but not vicious, tugging at our clothes and whipping over our bodies. After so many years of riding, I settled into a comfortable position without thinking, feeling the pressure of Nylah’s tits at my back.
She held onto me, pointing at the stars as I glanced at the bright, twinkling lights. In this part of the country, they were bold and clear. According to multiple sources online, the number one destination for stargazing.
That was why I rode toward the stargazing park. The concrete pads, benches, and picnic tables drew tourists year-round since they provided coordinates for telescopes and a way to view thousands of stars in the dark sky. Tonight, nearly moonless, they were even more visible than usual.
And I planned to fuck her under them.
I rolled to a stop outside the park, shutting down the engine. When I rose off the seat, Nylah lifted off her helmet and gasped.
“It’s so dark out. You can see every star in the sky.”
It sure looked like it.
“C’mere.” I lifted her off my bike and brought her into my chest, loving when her legs circled my hips.
She knew exactly what I wanted, and I knew she needed this, too. Our lives had become hectic with the kids, and we didn’t find as much spontaneous time to ride or fuck, but I found ways to make it happen. Like now.
I purposely checked online for a night like tonight when the sky was darkest. I’d packed an extra thick blanket to cover a cement bench because I was going to make her come multiple times under these stars.
Holding her to me, I managed to grab the blanket and strode toward the benches. No one was here. It was a Sunday night and quiet. All I could hear were normal desert sounds. The rustle of the wind. A lone coyote howl. Chirps from insects. Even the scurrying of small animals in the brush.
I let Nylah’s legs down and spread the blanket on the bench. Then, without warning, I turned to her. “Get naked and lie down. Scoot down to the edge.”
She didn’t hesitate to listen, hastily removing her scrubs and shoes. I didn’t have to tell her to keep them off the ground because of scorpions and spiders. She knew. They rested on the opposite end of the bench.
Her ass jiggled as she swiveled her hips and then lay back on the blanket, opening her thighs wide. “All for you.”
Fuck.Even after all this time, the sight of her pink, glistening pussy surged need and lust through my body. I was already half hard, but this sent the blood rushing south. My cock became engorged and strained against my jeans.
I moved close, noting the bench was a great height because I didn’t have to lean over far to push my cock into her mouth. With a snap of my wrist, I began unbuckling my belt, popping the button beneath it, and slowly dragging the zipper down.
Nylah licked her lips as her gaze focused on the bulge just hidden from her view.
“Open wide, kitten. I got a little cream for you.”
