Page 29 of Ashes’ Addiction

“You get any dresses or skirts in all that stuff you and Winter been ordering?”

“Yeah, a couple. Why?” she asked with a frown.

He leaned close and whispered against her ear. “Because all the way back to the clubhouse, I’m going to be picturing you in some short little sundress, sitting just the way you are, only riding my dick.”

Her breath caught in her throat. She gasped, then coughed. Ashes didn’t bother to hide his smirk.

“Um. Where?” Miranda’s voice had gone husky and he didn’t miss the way she rolled her hips, pressing herself against the ridge in his jeans. He wedged one hand between them, nestling his thumb over her clit. He loved seeing her like this and she was so close. So close. He could get her to come right here on his bike in the middle of nowhere.

“Anywhere we want, Tiny Warrior. I can park the bike in the shop or if you’re feeling brave, we can find a dark corner of the compound and go for it there. Do you like the idea that someone could happen around a corner and catch you riding my cock?” He rubbed the bundle of nerves under his thumb. Her breathing grew ragged.

“Oh, Jacob.” Her entire body went rigid. Her breath caught, she reached out and caught his arms with her hands, then held on tight as her body spasmed and her eyes rolled back in her head for several seconds. After a moment she collapsed against his chest as she fought to catch her breath. He wrapped his arms around her and held on, needing to make sure she was okay. “How did you do that to me? And so fast?”

“Magic, Tiny Warrior. Magic.”

She threw her head back and laughed. He watched the light in her eyes and loved the color in her cheeks, especially knowing how it had gotten there.

“Getting hungry yet?” he asked when she’d calmed.

“Actually, yeah. Are we close to wherever you planned to stop again?”

“About twenty minutes away. Can you wait that long or do you need to piss while we’re here?”

“I’m good.” She looked at him, then around them for a second before speaking again. “So, you want to swing me back around, or should I see about getting off then back on?”

“I can try to swing you, but it would be safer if you climb off then get on right.”

“I thought so.” She fumbled a little sliding off, but got back on like she’d been doing it for years. “Helmet?” she said, holding one hand in front of him. He handed hers back then put his own on.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Let’s go!” she said, wrapping her arms around his middle again.

Ashes started the bike and pulled back onto the highway.

Chapter Twenty-Four

“Are you enjoying the ride?” Ashes asked after the waitress brought their drinks.

“I am,” Miranda said, looking around the place. There were TVs mounted high on nearly every wall, but there were more booths and tables at standard height than she’d expected when Ashes had mentioned a sports bar. And the menu had typical sports bar foods, like wings, but there was more—steak, shrimp, barbeque. It all sounded so good, she didn’t know what to order.

She took the time to settle on something then laid her menu down and took a sip of the beer Ashes had recommended.

“Don’t like it?” he asked, a small smile curving his lips as he watched from beside her.

“It’s okay. The first sip always gets me, though,” she replied.

He’d surprised her when he’d slid into the booth beside her instead of across the table. But as he’d wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and just let it rest there, she found she liked it. It felt like he was staking a claim for anyone to see. As if wearing his name on her back wasn’t enough.

Miranda picked up his hand at her shoulder and lifted it over her head before weaving her fingers with his and running the fingertips of her other hand over the image of a coiled snake.

“What’s this?”

He glanced down at her fingers, then back to her face.

“A rattlesnake.”

Miranda shot him a look that said she knew that much. “No shit. But what does it mean?”