“I want to be your ride or die on all your adventures,” I said. “I never want to hold you back. But you’ve also got to fight to stay with us, to stay alive.”
“I feel like I’ve been racing towards death this whole time,” Westin whispered.
“I know, baby. But our lives are just getting started, and you’ve got to stick around to see how good it’s going to get.”
“You really think that?” she asked, vulnerability shining through her eyes.
“Think what?”
“That things are going to get good?”
My heart broke a little at her question. “Yeah, baby. I’m sure of it.”
“Okay.” She relaxed into my embrace.
“Okay,” I agreed.
We pulled away and I saw Westin wipe her eye before putting her helmet’s visor down.
“Let’s do this,” she said.
I mounted my bike. “Alright, baby. Get on behind me.”
There was no hesitation in her movements as she got on, but she kept some distance between us as she settled in. I growled and pulled her flush to my body. She circled her arms around me, her hands clutching at my chest.
I started the bike, and she released me to give the other guys a wave. Her hand quickly returned as I pulled out of the parking lot, the sound of her laughter reaching me over the rumbling engine.
Her hands didn’t stayon my chest. The longer we drove, the lower they moved until she was cupping my cock. I was torn between moving them away and pressing them harder against me. Her hands, combined with the fact that her sweet pussy was grinding against my ass, urged me to find a place to pull over.
I had to fucking have her.
I got off the interstate, following signs for a national park. The road soon gave way to a thickly wooded area, the asphalt turning to gravel. Westin’s hands sensuously stroked up and down my chest, always brushing against my hard-on.
I found a place to pull off the road—a little clearing with trees blocking us from view.
I got off the bike with a growl, pressing my hands to Westin’s thighs, my fingers brushing against her sweet pussy.
“You like teasing me, baby?”
“Looks like you liked it too,” she said, eyes trailing down to my cock.
I grinned. I couldn’t even pretend to be mad at her.
“Ready to be my daring omega?”
“Always,” she answered with a slight smirk.
I kept the engine going but put down the bike stand to keep it steady. I took off both our helmets, grinning at Westin’s scowl at her messy hair. And I was about to make it messier.
“Scoot forward, baby, and grab the handlebars.”
Her breath caught as she did what I commanded.
“Stand up a bit.” I grasped her hips to keep her steady. The moment she was standing, I pulled down her jeans and underwear.
I froze as I saw a black butt plug base peeking out from her ass.
“Holy shit,” I said, unable to resist pressing my fingers against it. “Henry did this?”
