Page 68 of Where We Ended

My hair flew behind me as I leaned over the engine of my bike, my focus on the road ahead, while flicking my gaze every so often to the small side mirror. Silas was right behind me, revving his engine to taunt me. He was also very clearly humoring me because while my bike was going nearly seventy miles per hour, he seemed as if this was amusing to him. He sat upright, one hand on the throttle, and the other hanging down by his side.

I knew him well enough that if I continued to push, he’d do something insane, like pull me right from the bike onto his lap and give zero fucks about my bike crashing. I doubted very much that he wanted me riding at all, so to save my precious Yamaha, I pulled off on a side road where tall stalks of corn hid us from view.

His engine roared behind me, then cut off right as I lowered the kickstand for my bike and slid off the seat.

My heart nearly pushed through my chest as I took in Silas. Seated on his bike with both legs down, steadying the frame, he wore a gaping tank, which revealed all the ink that saturated his skin. He wore no patches, no colors. Nothing that would identify him as a Death Raider. I hadn’t seen him without those patches since he was seventeen years old.

He tugged the gaiter mask down so I could see his mouth. His eyes were storming, his lips were flat, his expression practically screamed that he was silently rioting in that beautiful head of his. My helmet was still on, but for the sake of this game that we were playing, I removed it and set it on the seat of my bike.

His glare remained indifferent as he waited there on his bike, looking like the villain who usurped a king.

I walked to him, and he tracked my every step. Once I reached his outstretched leg, I placed my hand on his shoulder and slid in front of him, letting my legs fall to the side. I wore leather pants, motorcycle boots and my leather property patch, which covered my arms. Under it, I had a simple, loose tank and sports bra.

Silas tugged under my ass, pulling my legs over his hips, and then his nose was in my neck where he was inhaling.

I felt like his drug of choice. While he’d never seemed to dabble in anything but nicotine, his lips traveled over my jaw as if every cell of mine was laced in heroin.

“Did you forget yourself, Wife?” he rumbled close to my ear.

I smiled, stroking his neck as I whispered back, “Not at all, Husband. I’ve simply remembered myself.”

His chuckle was short-lived because his mouth had attached to my throat, sucking and kissing while his hands slid under my jacket, gripping my ribs.

“You still under the assumption that we ended somehow?”

He was going to punish me for that, but hopefully he’d wait until I could properly enjoy it.

“Are you still under the assumption that I need to be kept behind in order for you to keep me safe?”

He pushed my jacket off, which allowed the soft breeze to brush against my skin. His lips were ravenous as he moved them down my chest and then my shirt was lifted and I was in front of him in just my sports bra and leather pants.

“Me wanting to keep you safe shouldn’t mean we end.” He pressed a kiss to my stomach then unzipped my bra and let my breasts spill free. His mouth was on them in an instant, kissing, and sucking on my peaked nipples. The breeze slid over them each time Silas relented, and then he stared in fascination as he dipped his head once more to slowly lick the pink buds.

He knew this sort of slow torture worked me up, but it did the same to him if the thickness pressing against my core was any indication.

My back was stretched out awkwardly across his bike frame, my head between his handlebars, and I trusted Silas to keep us steady. We’d fucked on the back of his bike plenty of times before; he always knew how to keep us safe, but he was also not thinking super clearly right now.

“It shouldn’t mean we press pause either, Silas. Which is exactly what we did all those years while you left me for Fable.”

“So it’s one or the other?” His tongue traveled down the center path between my breasts, which left me shuddering. My hands went to his hair, tugging and pulling him closer. My hips lifted, desperate for friction.

His head lifted, revealing a devilish smirk. “You bought yourself a bike.”

He hadn’t just noticed…he brought it up for some other purpose, that was how Silas worked. I was trying to discern what it would be when suddenly Silas was lifting me. My legs went around his hips as he cleared the bike.

Green stalks of corn blotted out the sky, standing tall, and offered enough protection that no one was going to see us from the road. Which was good because my husband deposited me in front of my Yamaha. He picked up my helmet that was sitting on the seat and hung it on the handlebar, then stared at me with a hunger I hadn’t yet witnessed. With his hands on my hips, he turned me and then gently nudged his leg between mine, which forced my palms to land on the seat of the bike.

“You seem proud of this method of freedom. Escaping the detail I set for you, not having anyone watch over you while Fable is out hunting you. It’s cute, Caelum. But now you’re going to take my cock while I bend you over the back of this little bike you seem to be so proud of.”

“My bike will fall over…I’m not?—”

His hand came over my mouth, his lips at my ear. “You should know me better than that, Caelum. I’d never let anything happen to you, and by extension, your little bike.”

I did know that. Silas was a lot of things but careless and cruel wasn’t one of them.

Letting out an uneven breath, I looked at the stalks of corn, my hands pressed into the seat of my bike and then bit my lip when his hands gently pulled down the leather at my hips. My thong went with it until my ass was on display, the chilled breeze gliding over the exposed skin.

I heard him spit, which meant he was coating his cock, readying it for me. He’d done it dry before when I wasn’t ready, and it wasn’t a pleasant experience. He was too massive, and honestly even with him lubricated, it usually took a few strokes for me to get acclimated.

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