Page 64 of Southpaw Slots

“Yep,” I tell him with a small kiss on his cheek.

Brushing his fingers around the back of my neck, he pulls me close and Arianna, as well. “Fuck, keepthat up and I won’t be able to concentrate and accidentally kill you.”

He reaches down to peck Arianna on the forehead as he slips his hand into mine.

Pulling away from us both, she wags her finger like a threat, but smiles. “You two have somesafefun. I’m going to make sure the new caterer is on schedule and will get one of the drivers to bring me home.”

Hand in hand, the wild card and I head out to his bike, and I climb on the back. Getting tired of looking stupid and having my hair all messed up from the old helmet, I got a new one on my insistence.

Wyatt drives toward the park and stops on a wide patch of grass like I need all the extra space I can get. He shuts off the engine and stands up while I slip it off, my pulse racing. I wasn’t worried until just this moment. Removing my helmet, I place it on the bike and rub my hands through my hair, styling it back in place. “Fuck, I’m nervous. I’m sweating so bad.”

Reaching for my shirt, I tug it over my head and tuck it into my back pocket. It’s fucking hot out here.

Wyatt pats the seat for me to take control. “Don’t be. You’ll be fine. You know how to ride a bicycle. It’s the same.”

“That’s whatIsaid! I’m not nervous about riding… I don’t want to look stupid in front of you.”

His deep eyes crinkle at the corners as he smirks at me, then leans in so his lips are close to mine. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

With a chuckle and a press of my hand into his firm chest, I push him away, but his eyes trail down my abs. My dick thickens in my jeans.

After he explains all the parts and the basics of how to start the engine and keep it going, he steps back. Tugging my helmet back on, I ready myself for my first ride.

“Ease off the clutch.Easeoff. Just a little gas.” He keeps instructing me, but I drown him out with a loud roar of the engine. Smiling broadly, I do as he says, though, lifting my feet off the ground and taking off.

And immediately cut the engine because, “You didn’teaseoff the clutch.”

“Got it!” With another go and another, eventually I’m able to make circles, then go faster, then I’ve got it. The freedom I feel as the wind rushes across my skin makes me yell. I should have done this sooner.

Skirting up to a now shirtless Wyatt, I let the back tire drag to kick up a little dirt and he jumps away. His pecs glisten with sweat in the summer sun. “Nice job, maverick. You wanna take us home?”

“Uh…maybe next time? I’ll do city streets soon.” I hate to admit that I’m too scared to drive him around, but he doesn’t make me feel worse about it.

“Sure. Scoot back.”

When he gets onto the driver’s seat, I wrap my arms around his waist and press my bare, moist chest into his back. Slowly, I edge my fingers to his crotch and feel him stiffen under my grasp. He patsmy hand as a warning—or encouragement, not sure. But I glance around as we pull out onto the side street near the park. No one notices us.

Expertly, I unbutton the top of his jeans, then dip my fingers underneath his waistband. His grip catches my wrist, but there’s not much force behind it, so I pause, then continue my descent. His sticky, hot skin catches my fingertips as I crawl toward his cock, which leaps at me when I reach it. Resting my chin on his shoulder, I thrust into his ass with my own hardness.

Without me realizing, we’ve made it home, and he places his feet on the driveway. He pulls off his helmet and turns to look at me, while his broad hand helps me stroke him inside his jeans. With his other, he lifts my visor. “You almost made me crash, mav. Fuck.”

“Turn around.”

He does so and faces me, his thighs laid over mine. The engine hums underneath us as I work his zipper down and pull him out, the apadravya piercing through his crown shines in the bright light. It looks tasty. His hands work my helmet off before he leans forward to capture my lips just as I wrap my full palm around his thickness and tug.

“Does that feel good?” I pant out as he hurriedly tries to open my jeans.

“Yeah. Yes,damn.” He breaks our kiss again as he pulls me out and strokes my shaft, sharp pleasure streaking up and down my spine. “You’re so fucking beautiful. You know that?” A shaky breath crosses hislips as he presses his forehead to mine. “Not just your body.You, Ace.You’rebeautiful.”

My teeth find his lower lip and suck it inside my mouth as my hips jut up into him. God, I want his ass so fucking bad. The image of shoving my head past his tight ring makes me leak in his hand. A few beads of precum drizzle down the outside of his fingers and his does the same. His cock throbs with urgency and mine echoes the motion as he increases his grip. “We need to get inside… Gotta find Arianna.” Regretfully, I release my grasp on his length, then curl a finger under his chin so we meet eye to eye. “Ourwife.”

His broad chest heaves with his rapid breaths as he stares at me with a question. “Ours?”

Nodding, I lick my bottom lip, then smile. “Yeah…ours.”

We don’t even have to move. The seductress comes out of the side door like she’s been watching, her hips swaying dangerously as she narrows her eyes at us. But a mocking grin lifts the corners of her generous mouth. Tossing her long, dark hair over her shoulder, the sun hits her face, and she glows. Radiant like the day the doors opened to the back of the aisle. The first moment I fell for her.

“You two look like you’re up to no good and need some instruction.” Her full tits bounce with every step.

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