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If only it could be for always.

Chapter 36

Cassie

Between my thighs, Riordan’s engine revved, and the vibrations drove deep need into my flesh. He surprised me by allowing the trip out, encouraging me to hold tight to him in my role as his little backpack. With my arms around him and fingers grazing over his thighs, I could feel exactly how keyed up he was after his evening of fun.

Lucky me to be the recipient of all that energy.

I hugged him closer. Stroked the outline of his dick and enjoyed his shudders.

Riordan took us out of town and into empty countryside. We followed the river then climbed a dark hill, trees merging overhead to form a thick canopy and blocking out the moonlight.

At a hidden junction, Riordan bumped off the road and directed us into the forest, following what looked like an animal track. Our bright headlight lit skeletal branches that reached out to touch us, but we didn’t stop. Not until the trees abruptly opened to reveal a view.

We jerked to a halt at the edge of a steep drop.

Rocks slithered from under the front wheel, trickling down the cliff face from our grassy viewpoint. My heart hammered.

Far below us, the silvered river flowed to the sea. For a moment, Riordan stared then choked out a laugh and backed up the bike.

“Didn’t realise how close I was to the edge. True in all areas of my fucking life.”

He discarded his helmet then stood, taking me with him as I hadn’t let go, and twisted me in his arms to remove my helmet as well. I tossed it to a nearby bush. On the chance he’d take me biking, I’d brought it downstairs when I’d tracked him coming home.

Wouldn’t want him arrested twice in the same evening.

“I trust ye.”

He kissed me, one hand supporting my body and the other cupping my cheek. It wasn’t the gentle kiss we’d shared outside the warehouse but a rougher, need-filled claiming. He tilted up my face and devoured my mouth, showing me who was in charge now.

I drove my fingers into his hair.

Riordan groaned and broke the kiss to move us. He set me down on the saddle of his bike which rested next to a huge tree.

Then he sank to his knees. “I’m going to eat you out then fuck you over my bike. Do you like your underwear?”

I hitched up my skirt, my cheeks flushing hot. “It’s the worst. Get rid of it.”

He palmed my thighs and spread them, driving his thumbs up my smooth skin and taking my skirt with him the rest of the way. A kiss on my inner thigh turned into a bite, then his fingers twisted into my scrap of lace. Without pause, he shredded the offending clothing.

Cool air touched me between the legs.

I whimpered and gripped his hair, my other hand bracing me against the tree for balance.

Riordan pushed me to lie back, shaking the bike to show me it wouldn’t fall, and guided my heel to the steering column. Then, with the access he needed, he kissed my clit.

“In the police station, when I was locked up, I pictured not being able to do this again. It drove me insane.”

He used his thumbs to spread me then licked me, using the flat of his tongue to press down on and lap at me. At my sound of pleasure, he repeated the action then speared his tongue inside.

“I fucking love this. I fucking…love…this.”

Across the wide seat, I rocked my hips, the potent pleasure already sinking me deep.

Riordan eased a finger into me, and I spasmed around his hand, my pussy dripping wet for him after the ride and the kiss. Maybe a little at the danger of the cliff edge. A second finger followed with a steady thrust in and out while he continued tasting me. I was lost to his actions and to how he knew exactly where to touch and how hard.

He didn’t wait around. No toying with me or edging me. When I was close, he gave me no let-up, sensing my need and delivering into it until I cried out and came on his tongue and hand. The wild open space around us swallowed the sounds of my bliss.

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