I lean my head back against the post supporting the roof and close my eyes, breathing in and out slowly. The silence is exactly what I need until a hand is suddenly nudging my arm. I open my eyes from the contact and look to my right. Poison’s flipping her dreads back, cackling a bit. “You looked like you were about to fall over.”
“Oh, shit. Thank you.”
“No problem. Didn’t want you gettin’ hurt. You’ve always been so kind to me here,” Poison says as she walks toward the clubhouse door.
The rumbling of bikes causes me to turn my head to the left. While the sun’s already starting to set, the club has parking lot lights sporadically up our long lane and in the parking lot. Hammer and Razor ride their bikes up to the gate and whoever’s manning the gate lets them through.
Razor’s the first one to park his bike, and then Hammer. He pulls off his helmet and the moment he does, his eyes are on me. His arm’s cut open, skin separated and I hop off the railing and rush up to him. “Are you okay?”
Razor cackles from behind me. “Sweetheart, you should see the other guy.”
Hammer smirks and looks down at me. “I’m great now, Shi.”
Our eyes lock for a few seconds before I decide to take the plunge. I grab him by his cut and rise up on my tippy toes, meeting my lips with his. I can hear Razor snickering but ignore it and Hammer wraps his hands around my back.
“You two have a good night,” Razor comments as he walks toward the clubhouse.
Hammer and I keep kissing for a few minutes before I manage to pull away for some air, seeing the biggest grin I’ve ever seen spread across his face. “I think you and I should take a ride.” Hammer takes ahold of my hand and leads me toward the garage, where he leads me to a burnt orange-looking bike. I raise my brows, not sure if this is his or not.
“Did you get another bike?”
“I sure as hell did. Harley just released their Pan America line and fuck if I wasn’t on the waitlist. C’mon, I wanna take you for a ride.” Hammer hands me a helmet in the same color the bike is and puts one on for himself too. The next thing I know, he’s put the keys in, has thrown his leg around, and we’re both on our way. Instead of taking a left and heading out onto the road, he makes a right and heads down toward Blackjack and Ashley’s place. We go down the long lane for about two miles and pass their lake house, then keep going until we’re in a brushy area.
I didn’t even know there was a trail this far back, but Hammer must’ve. He keeps going and we head out until we reach some sort of cliffy area. He pulls the bike over and kicks the stand up, offering me a hand so I can dismount first and then he does the same.
We both take our helmets off and lay them on the handlebars, taking in the scenery of what’s before us. It’s the Monroe family ranch, only a fraction of the acreage that’s gone untouched for this many years.
This right here is why they call it big sky country. The cliff drops maybe thirty feet or so before it hits grassy knolls and hills, with streams in through the rest of it. The grass in front of me is greener than anything I’ve seen before and I can’t help but smile. A herd of bighorn sheep coming through with their babies is the highlight of my day. So much so that I know I gasp upon seeing them and put a hand over my mouth in complete awe at this lovely visual of the nature surrounding us.
Heat comes up from behind me and instantly, I tense up, but then have to remind myself it’s Hammer. He isn’t anyone who would hurt me, and in all honesty, he’d hurt anyone horribly if they ever tried to.
His hands wrap around my waist and he presses his lips against the nape of my neck. He leaves chaste kisses, skimming his hands down my thigh, over my lower stomach, and his member grows hard against my back.
“You don’t know what I’ve been thinkin’ about you while I’ve been gone,” his words come out in a heated grumble.
My nipples bud at the thought of his hands venturing even further along my body. His words almost give a hidden promise, and it’s been so long since I’ve . . . it’s been so damn long. I wanted the next time I had relations with someone to mean something. Not that having sex with the guys at the club never meant anything, but it wasn’t the same. I was almost like a prostitute. The club gave me food, health care, and a safe haven for my services. I was never the type who had a romantic connection during sex. Not ever.
I’m hoping it changes today. In all honesty, I’m praying for it.
“What’ve you been thinking?” I rasp out my question, swallowing hard.
Hammer brings his lips against my ear while his hands unbutton my jeans, dipping his hand under my panties until he finds my clit. He dips his finger further down, collecting my wetness and brings it to the top, teasing my swelling nub. “I’ve thought about fucking you on the back of my bike, with your back pressed against my handlebars, watching my hard cock sliding into this sweet center of yours.” He pinches down on my clit and a bit of my essence squirts out over his fingers. Not a lot, but enough to show I’m loving what he’s doing.
I turn my head to the left and try to look at him, “Then do it, Hammer.”
He pulls his hand out from under my panties, yanks my jeans down along with my black lace thong, and I toss off everything I’m wearing on the top. He then unbuckles his pants and drops his jeans, tosses off his boxers, and takes off everything above the waist but gently sets his cut down on top of my clothes.
I walk over to his bike and sit on it, staring at him with the utmost need.
He smiles, though, and his cock grows harder, twitching while he stares at me. “Lean back and spread those legs for me. I want to get a good look at you.”
I do as he says and lean back against his bike, in the way he was describing a few minutes ago. He throws his leg over the bike and his eyes rake over my body, smiling devilishly as he lines his cock against my entrance.
With his right hand, he grabs my wrists and holds them above my head, across the handlebars as he drives himself inside me. My body instantly tenses up and he rocks himself in and out of me, allowing my body to adjust to his size, but at the same time claiming every part of me that he can.
With every movement, his cock hits my cervix and the pain is filled with pleasure. I arch my hips and the moment I start doing that, he grinds his cock against my G-spot, causing me to moan loudly.
“That’s right, baby. Moan for me,” he growls like a rage-filled beast, and I do as he says.
My nipples bud even harder as my body relaxes more and I let him take me into a completely different realm of pleasure. He quickens his speed and my eyes start to roll back into my head. My entire body feels like it’s on fire and I know it’s coming. I begin to thrash to the left and the right, but Hammer holds me down even more and takes my body like it’s his. He fucks me better than any man ever has, and the moment I start to lose all control, he brings his face down to mine.
“Come for me, baby. Let it all out and coat my cock with your essence.”
I nod my head and he releases my arms. I wrap them around his neck and kiss him hard. My orgasm rolls through me in waves and he grunts as I constrict around his cock like a snake. His own moans of pleasure float through my lips and he breaks the kiss after pulling out of me, his seed still spurting from his cock.