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“I’m glad to hear that…because I find motorcycles kind of scary.”

Wolf nodded as if reassuring me. “Youshouldhave a healthy respect for them…but maybe I can help you get over that fear.”

“I don’t know.”

We sat in silence for a bit, and I savored the moment. I could understand whyold ladiesliked riding with their men. There was something intimate about being wrapped around him—and imagining us going down the road at sixty miles an hour with me holding on for dear life…well, that was a danger factor that was a bit of a turn on.

After a bit, he said, “I have to admit it feels good having you up against me.”

“Itdoesfeel good.”

“Yeah, but what I want is to see you on the bike all by yourself…kind of like you wanted to see me. But I don’t want to move.”

“Then don’t.” While I relished being so close, I became inspired, and that meant I’d have to get off the bike, but I didn’t want to. Never had I felt so loved, so cherished.

So fucking turned on.

And, realizing that Wolf had never quite let me pay him back for fixing my car, I thought maybe this could be a way I could return the favor for everything he had done for me. So I ran my left hand up to his abs, feeling them through the shirt. The way my fingertips reveled in the sensation sent darts of desire straight to my pussy. Then, running my right hand down to his jeans, I was able to tell he was already starting to perk up, but my hand there made him grow firmer faster.

Jesus…I was already ready. But, this time, Wolf first.

“Are you being naughty?” he asked.

“You could call it that.”

“I think I like you naughty.”

“IknowI do.”

On that bike I couldn’t quite reach his neck to kiss the flesh there, but my hands could do a lot of pleasurable work. Try as I might, I could barely feel him through the jeans, and I imagined my touch felt muted to him too. So I slid my other hand down and together unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. As I started to slide my hand inside, he adjusted to make himself more accessible. Then I wrapped my hand around his cock, giving it a little bit of air to breath. Continuing to run my hand down his length, I actually said what I was thinking out loud. “God, I love the way your cock feels in my hand.”

His voice was low. “Goddamn. That makes two of us. If you keep doing this, I’m gonna have to fuck the shit out of you, Hayley.

“Just be patient.”

As he let out a labored breath, I knew my hands were definitely doing the trick, because I could see how he was gripping the handlebars and how his knuckles were turning white.

An excellent sign.

Sliding off the bike, I had to release my grip on his cock for a bit. When I did, he readjusted himself and then swung his leg over the bike.

But his jeans were still unbuckled and, as he started to stand, I said, “Oh, no. Sit back down.”

“What?” His eyes twinkled, maybe enjoying my assertiveness.

“Just trust me. Stayright there.”

“Baby, this kickstand can’t support my weight.”

“I want you to try anyway. It’ll be more exciting if you have to be careful.”

The way his pupils widened told me everything I needed to know.

So I got close to him, wrapping my hand around his neck before running my fingers through the back of his hair and we kissed. When he brought his lips to mine and our tongues entwined, it was full of passion and heat. As he’d suggested moments earlier, I would have loved for him to fuck me right there on the garage floor. I was on the verge of exploding…but this time it was all about my man.

As we kissed, I placed my other hand on his pec, appreciating the feel of its firmness against the palm of my hand. I could spend hours simply massaging his chest. Meanwhile, his arms were around me, both hands cupping my ass, squeezing it almost a little too firmly, making my pussy heat up as it yearned to feel him again.

It wasn’t long before he was pulling my shirt over my head, but when his lips moved to my neck, I knew I had to focus. It would be so easy to just go with the flow—but I wanted to run the show this time. So again, I moved my hand down his chest over his abs before I began kneading his shaft, causing him to groan softly in his throat.

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