For a long moment, we remain locked together, basking in the aftershock of such intense orgasms. Then, slowly and reluctantly, I pull out of her, letting our bodies cool down while I catch my breath.
“Wow.” I murmur, looking down at her flushed, sweat-soaked body. “That was something else.”
“I made a mess,” she says, chewing on her lower lip. The seat, her legs, and my stomach are all covered in a mix of sweat and bodily fluids.
“I know,” I smirk, kissing her softly. “I love it.”
She sits up with great effort and looks around—nothing but darkness and a star-swept sky. “Please tell me you own this land.”
I chuckle, pulling her close to me. “Don’t worry, we havethe whole place to ourselves,” I reassure her. “Just us and the stars.”
“Good,” she smirks against my lips. “Because this,” she says, running her hands down my bare chest, her fingertips tickling my balls as she continues, “would be a hard one to explain.”
“The worst they’d have is public indecency and maybe a road safety violation. I’ll happily take the penalty points and pay the fine for that.” I grin, pulling her in for another kiss. She giggles against my lips at the thought of getting caught in such a compromising position. “Bit cold out here?” I ask, feeling her shivering in my arms.
“Just a smidge,” she admits, snuggling closer to me for warmth. “But that could be down to the no clothes thing.”
“Come on, then.” I spin her around on the seat, pulling her body against mine. “Just a quick trip up the hill, and I’ll have you all warmed up in no time.”
30
KATIE
There are no words for it. None. I had to double-check that I was in the right house when I came downstairs this morning. Rows and rows of beautiful, vibrant roses decorate every surface of the hallway, living room, and kitchen.
Aiden greeted me in nothing but his boxers, a wide grin on his face as he handed me a cup of coffee, kissed my crown, and led me to the kitchen for a breakfast I can only describe as a feast fit for royalty.
Now I’m sitting here, three hours later, still bloated from indulging in pancakes, eggs, bacon, and fresh fruit, watching Ciara’s jaw drop as she takes in the sight of the rose-covered house. “Are you pregnant?” she finally blurts out.
“No chance, " I reply with a laugh.
“Did he propose?” Lowering herself into the seat across from me, she cranes her neck into the back garden, at my piggies in the run Aiden had made for them. The outside is just as adorned as the inside, with flower arrangements everywhere.
“Nope,” I answer, putting emphasis on the P and shakingmy head.
Ciara finally pulls her gaze from the backyard and looks at me, a puzzled expression on her face. “Then what sort of deep-throated tonsil massage did you give him to make him do all this?”
Dragging my teeth over my bottom lip, I feel myself blushing, and Ciara pounces. “It was a sex thing then?” She grins like the cat that got the cream. “What sort of kinky, fifty shades of AJ shit did you get up to?”
I duck my head, squealing into my hands, Ciara laughs. “No bondage, no pegging, no pony shows, if that’s what you’re asking.”
She gestures to our surroundings as if I could miss the thousands of euros worth of flowers and champagne. “Yeah, because this just screams that he’s Mr. Vanilla.”
I shake my head, still blushing. “We…” Oh God, I can’t believe I’m about to say this. “Had sex on his bike.”
Ciara’s bursts out laughing. “On his bike? That’s it? I don’t get what the—”
My face burns even hotter as I quickly add, “While he was driving.”
Ciara’s laughter turns into a shocked gasp. “You did not! That’s insane!”
I nod, finding out that my sister’s squeal is even higher-pitched than my own. “You had sex on that thing?”
I nod again, this time owning my decision to allow my boyfriend to raw dog me on his Kawasaki Ninja H2R.
“Isn’t that like one of the fastest bikes in the world?” Ciara asks, her eyes wide with disbelief.
“I believe it is the fastest.” I laugh hysterically at her horrified expression. “We weren’t doing more than sixty!”I reassure her. “It’s not like we were boning down the motorway or anything.”
