They rode for about forty-five minutes before he pulled over at one of his favorite scenic overlooks. The off-the-beaten-path location was a favorite of the locals but not well known to tourists. That tended to mean peace and quiet rather than wide-eyed visitors taking pictures of every mountain peak and every tree leaf in sight.
Being summer, the day had reached scorching temperatures, but now that the sun had set hours ago, the air held a slight chill. Beth must have been cold, dressed only in shorts and a fitted tank top. She snuggled up against his back the entire ride, and while he probably should have pulled over long ago, he didn’t want to break the comfortable spell that riding wove over them, and she hadn’t asked him to stop.
As soon as he killed the engine, she released him, straightening away from his back. He immediately missed her soft weight and the way she wrapped her arms around his waist.
“Oh, I love this spot. God, I haven’t been here in years.” She inhaled the fresh mountain air, and he caught her unrestrained grin as he dismounted the bike. Beth stayed astride his motorcycle, watching as he climbed off. “Thank you. I needed this.” Her gaze drifted to the gorgeous moonlit mountain view before returning to him. “How pissed do you think my dad is?”
He shrugged. Copper loved her unconditionally. She and Shell were the only two who could get away with putting the MC president in his place without worry of repercussions. “Babe, you could probably commit murder in front of Copper, and he’ll still think you can do no wrong.”
Her soft huff of laughter felt weighted with sadness. “Well, I fucked up, unloading on him like that. It wasn’t even about him getting on Gator for kissing my cheek. Well, not just that. With everything that’s happened over the past few weeks, I haven’t really had a… release. Tonight, I let the stress get the better of me, and I snapped at my dad over something stupid.” She shook her head as she sighed. “I’ll apologize to him in the morning. Anyway, thanks for whisking me away on your chrome steed.”
He chuckled and offered her a hand to help her off the bike.
“Oh. Thanks.” Her cheeks flushed as she grabbed his hand and came to stand beside him.
He refused to acknowledge how nice her smaller, softer hand felt in his. Or how he couldn’t think of anything but how it would feel wrapped around his cock, stroking him.
“Cold?” he asked as she rubbed her arms.
“Actually, I am a little. Suppose I should have thought of that before hopping on the back of your bike.”
“Nah, my fault. Shoulda grabbed a jacket for you before we left. Come here.” He tugged her close, settling her back against his front as he wrapped his arms around her and tried to share as much of his body heat as he could. Her denim-covered ass settled against his thighs, and she sank against him, soaking up the warmth he offered.
“T-thanks,” she said, slightly breathless. “That’s better.”
It was. So much better.Too much better.His cock certainly thought so, thickening in his jeans. He tried to adjust his hips so she couldn’t feel the hardness against her back, but squirming only made it worse. Even thinking of the murderous way Copper looked at Gator for a simple brotherly cheek kiss didn’t deflate his desire. Being close to her felt that damn good.
He was fucked.
They stood that way, locked together, taking in the scenery for a while before his mouth acted of its own volition. “So… no release, huh?”
“Oh my God.” She laughed and shook her head against his chest. “I did say that, didn’t I?”
“Yep.”
“I meant… emotional release. You know, like I haven’t let my stress out in a healthy way, so I flipped on my poor dad.” She chuckled. “Not the other type of release. I’ve got that covered.” She gasped. “I mean…”
He laughed. “Do you, now?”
“Oh, fuck off, you know what I mean.”
“Got someone helping you out since you’ve been home, Beth?” He asked the question in a teasing tone, keeping in line with the mood, but the thought of her getting off with some guy had ice sliding through his veins.
“What?” She half huffed, half snorted. “No! I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself, thank you very much.”
Shit.The image of her lying on a bed, legs spread, while she worked herself over with a toy exploded through his mind.
“Well… that’s a hot thought,” he managed in a strained voice.
“I mean… shit, why am I even explaining myself to you?” She laughed again, but this time it sounded strained, breathy.
“I imagine it’s hard to go from a live-in boyfriend to minimal privacy at your parents’ house.”
“Oh, yeah, because Jason and I had such an amazing sex life.” If that wasn’t heavy sarcasm, he didn’t think he knew the definition of the word.
“No?” Fuck, why couldn’t he shut his mouth? This road led nowhere but to extreme disaster.
“Ah, no. It was very… let’s say… one-sided.”
