Page 99 of Claiming Their Omega

“Okay.” I’m not sure what we could possibly do next, but I get back on the bike like I’m told.

To my surprise, Hendrix climbs on behind me.

“What do you want me to do?” I ask, a little nervous.

I’m not sure if I’m good enough to do any fancy tricks with Hendrix sitting behind me. Something I’ve learned as I’ve gotten better at this is that Hendrix is right, it really is all about the center of balance and how you lean forward, back, or side to side on the bike.

But I trust Hendrix. If he thinks that I can do this, then I trust his faith in me. I trusted in him at the rodeo while he didn’t have faith in himself, and that worked out spectacularly for him. I’m still so proud of how he did. I’m sure this will turn out fine too.

So I take a deep breath, and I rev the engine. “All right.”

“Just take her down the road,” Hendrix instructs. “No fancy tricks, just head toward the main road.”

I nod and start forward, going only about ten miles an hour.

As always, it feels so intimate to be on his bike with Hendrix. Our bodies are so pressed together and the rumble of the engine vibrating beneath us is just so sexy. I love it.

“It’s been amazing to watch you face your fears,” Hendrix tells me over the rumble of the bike. I smile through the shiver his voice and the wind’s hiss on my skin bring. “You’ve gotten so good at riding. And I won’t lie, seeing you on the bike is a real turn on.”

One of his hands leaves my waist, wrapping around to my stomach. His fingertips trace a few gentle circles there, then snake up my ribs to my breast. He cups it in his hand and gives it a gentle squeeze, making my breath catch.

“Hendrix,” I whimper, and he releases his grip on my breast without dropping it from his hand.

“Just say the word if you need me to stop. Can you stay focused?”

I’m not entirely sure I can, but I don’t want him to stop either. Adrenaline courses through me, a heady mixture of the thrill of the ride combined with his strong, wandering hands on my body. I juice the accelerator a little, hoping it’s enough of an answer for him, and when his hand moves down my body to slip between my legs, I can’t fight the goosebumps that sweep across my skin—or the arousal that roars through me immediately after.

Hendrix’s fingers work my clit through my shorts, testing my ability to keep my eyes on the road as we whip down it.

“You never stop surprising me, darlin’,” he purrs in my ear, his lips dancing across my lobe. “You’re always full speed ahead. It’s what I love about you.”

My shorts dampen at his words, and he continues massaging my clit as sparks dance through me. I want to throw my head back, to feel the wind whipping through my hair as he gets me off, but I have to pay attention to what I’m doing. As much as I want him, I want to show him how good I’ve gotten at riding just as badly.

The way he’s dragging his fingers across my electric clit makes it harder and harder to keep my eyes on the road with every passing second. The thrill and danger of what we’re doing is getting me seriously close to orgasm, and I’m not at all sure I’ll be able to keep the bike steady at this speed if he makes me come.

But he’s making me feel so good that I’d sooner crash than tell him to stop. I let up on the accelerator just as Hendrix turns up the intensity, grinding his palm down against my clit and pulling a moan out of me. He instinctually reaches around me for the handlebars with his free hand and wraps it around mine, lacing our fingers together while he continues working my clit with the other.

The rumble of the engine humming between my legs and the feeling of his coarse palm working me through my shorts sends me over the edge. My orgasm spikes through me in fits and starts, and I writhe against him, roaring along with the wind in my ears. Hendrix kisses and bites at my neck but I never take my eyes off the road or my hands off the bars, no matter how intense the waves grow.

When it’s finally over, I pull the bike off the side of the road, kill the engine, and throw the kickstand down with my foot. I’m still trying to catch my breath.

“You’ve gotten really good,” Hendrix growls in my ear. “And you did so well staying focused.”

I whimper and crane my neck to kiss him, hungry and desperate for him. My legs are still vibrating from the rumble of the engine between them and the intensity of the release he just gave me. Hendrix keeps kissing me as he climbs off the bike, breaking it only long enough to climb off before his lips are on mine again.

He drags me off afterward, then hoists me up by the thighs and sets me back down on the bike, riding side saddle. His lips crash into mine again, forcing them apart, and he cups my face in both of his powerful hands.

“I need you,” I whisper between kisses, and he growls in response.

“I could never deny you. I need you just as badly.” He easily lifts me off the bike again and turns me around. “Hands on the bike. Careful to avoid the hot spots.”

I nod through the tightness in my throat because I know what’s coming—and I can barely wait for it. I spread my fingers across the leather seat and jut my ass backward at him. He tugs my shorts and panties down to my ankles in one go.

“Good girl. Now spread ’em.” Gravel crunches under my feet as I step out of my shorts and slide one boot away from the other. “Mm. Look how fucking wet you already are,” he says as his hands weave between my legs and run over every inch of exposed, wet, glistening skin.

“Please, Hendrix. Fuck me,” I say through a throat dry and scratchy with need. One of his hands snakes up to my lower back where he applies a little bit of pressure, forcing me to arch it for him.

“Don’t worry, darlin’, I’ve got you.” I whimper at the sound of his zipper and can’t help glancing over my shoulder to watch him strip off his jeans. His cock springs free of his pants, and he takes it in one hand, stroking it for me before he drags it through my wet folds to tease me and slick his length. “I love how wet I make you. How eager you are for me.”

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