Page 76 of Charger

I smirk, squeezing her thigh. “You’re gonna want to hang on tight to me, babe.”

“I’ll never let go,” she answers and my dick twitches a little. When did she turn me into such a pining sap?

I start her up and take off into the night. Jules gives a cute little squeal as she hugs my stomach. I feel different with Jules on the back of my bike. I’m used to riding by myself. But her being here with me makes me feel complete. Like I’m whole again—a feeling I haven’t had in a long-ass time.

THIRTY-ONE

Jules

I tighten my hold on Zach as we roar down the side roads. Trees fly by us in blurs. This is the first time I have ever been on the back of a motorcycle and I have to admit, it’s an adrenaline rush. Zach’s muscular hard back is pressed against my chest. He’s the sexiest man to me, and he’s even sexier when he’s riding. It’s like he’s calm. Something takes over, as if he’s free. His body relaxes, his mind relaxes, and I can’t help but smile for him.

Zach turns onto a side dirt road that leads up to an abandoned building. He slows down and parks behind it. I lean back, removing my helmet. He gets off, staring at me without a word.

“Okay, should I be worried?” I smile playfully, but Zach’s expression is serious. “Okay, maybe that’s a yes.”

“You never have to worry with me.” He takes my hands in his, pulling me up toward him, and my body obeys by swinging a leg around his bike. His eyes study me like they would art. They move down over every inch of my body. He runs both rough hands from my shoulders, slowly down, his thumbs grazing my breasts. He continues over my waist, stopping at my hips—our breaths both heavy. My panties are already soaked. Because this man sets my body on fire. He jerks me flush against him, my arms trapped, stapled to his chest. He leans into me, his nose grazing my neck.

“You’re like my drug, pretty girl.”

My eyes slowly close and I rest my forehead on his shoulder. His hands come around my back, skimming over the bare part of my skin, like he needs to touch every single inch of me.

I can feel him grip the lace ties of my corset in the back; he pulls with one tug and it comes apart. I’m not wearing a bra, so when he shifts me away just enough to remove the corset from my body, I’m left standing there with my naked breasts on display. My nipples ache, begging for his mouth to touch them. He must read my mind because he leans his head down, flicking my hard nipple with his tongue. I moan with heavy, hot breaths. He runs his tongue over each of them and the sensation goes straight to my already wet, needy lady parts.

“I’m going to fuck you, right here, on my bike. Is that okay with you?”

I might have just mini orgasmed right here. I bite my bottom lip hard enough it almost bleeds.

He shrugs out of his club leather and sets it across his handlebars. Then, in one hot as fuck motion, he pulls the hem of his t-shirt up and over him. His broad shoulders, hard chest, and rippled abs are now on display, like there’s spotlights shining down on him. The lust is burning in me, waiting to be released, and I need him to release it. He runs his palms over my breasts then my stomach, before reaching for the button of my jeans; electricity shoots through me and down to my core. He pulls them over my hips then my thighs, slowly exposing my lace G-string. I can feel the strength in each of his hands as he grips both sides of my waist, lifting me onto the seat of his bike. He slips off each of my heels, then finishes pulling off my jeans, our stares never disconnecting from each other. The cool night breeze hits my practically bare body. I feel his soft lips touch my shoulder when he leans in; they trail down my body, and he rips my lace G-string away from me.

“You keep this up, and I’ll have to replace all of my lace panties.”

“Oh, I plan on ripping them all to shreds, babe.” He starts kissing the insides of my thighs. “Hold on, pretty girl.” He kneels on the ground, adjusts my legs so they rest on top of his shoulders and he slowly, softly licks my clit. I look for the nearest thing to grip. I close my fist around the handlebar of his bike, trying to clench the seat with my free hand. He swipes his tongue in circular motions and my body ignites. The pressure from his mouth is sending currents zipping through me. I want to grab onto his hair but I know I’ll fall backwards. He gently sucks, his open mouth buried between my slit, and I lose my fucking mind. I scream out, not caring if someone hears.

“Fucking Christ, Jules.” He rises to his hero height, removing the rest of his clothing, and his thick, large length is resting against my entrance. “You ready to ride with me?”

The skin on my clit is dancing. Yes, yes, I will always be ready for this man. I move down to lick his length like it’s a damn ice cream cone. Then I surround it with my lips. “Fuck.” He holds my shoulders then takes my hair into his fist. “Yes, baby.” He doesn’t let me suck him too long before his hands are on my waist again. But this time, he lays me back, my head resting on the tank of his Harley. He swings his leg over and thrusts inside me with ease. I reach above me, gripping the fuck out of his handlebars. He places his hands on top of mine and continues moving inside me. My eyes roll back with a moan. I cry out in pleasure. My back arches and he feels up my breasts. At some point, his bike shakes as if it’ll fall from the violent, thunderous thrusts he’s wielding. He growls, sending shock after shock. With one more impact, I’m sent over the edge. The world spins, aligns, and my body lets go. My walls close in on him. We pulsate with each other. He leans over me with his muscular outstretched arms, returning his hands to mine, our breaths rapid.

When I look up, I see the stars. My star is back up there somewhere and I can’t help but smile. His hands touch my back and lift me until I’m resting in his arms, my cheek against his bare chest.

“I will never be able to be just your friend. It would kill me to not touch you, to not feel you in this way. I want this. I want us, Jules. No one else, ever.”

“I want this too.” I sigh, my breath on his skin. He pulls me away, cups my face, and gently touches his lips to mine. His smooth, soft, citrus-tasting lips. It’s one hell of a passionate kiss. Comfortable, easy, and gentle.

“You just fucked me on your motorcycle.” My voice is quiet, as if trying to match the silence of the night around us.

“I did, and we’re gonna be doing that a fuck-ton more.” He kisses my forehead and my cheeks burn from the cute gesture. He gets off his bike, scooping me up into a cradle position before setting my feet on the grassy dirt ground. “We should probably get dressed and get out of here.”

“Zach, you ruined my corset top.” I hold up the unmendable black lace top in my hand.

“Uh, yeah, sorry about that. It just couldn’t be helped.” He winks and I shake my head.

“It’s fine, I guess. It was hot as hell. Definitely worth it.”

“I think I’m going to like this kinky side of you, babe.”

“You might, but my clothes aren’t going to. Which, by the way, um, you’re going to have to lend me your t-shirt.”

He hands me his way too big for me shirt and proceeds to get dressed. He ties his boots, shrugging his cut on. Oh my God.

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