Page 107 of Revved up & Ready

Five months later, Sadie and Cam’s garage –Palm Springs, California

“Isn’t she gorgeous?” I ask, stepping back to admire my new royal blue race bike, wrapped in its customCheckers Mediabranding, sitting on stands in our garage.

“I’m unsure what qualifies a motorcycle as attractive, but sure.” Sadie smiles sleepily, tucking a wild strand of hair behindher ear. The call about the bike being delivered woke us up earlier than usual. She insisted on coming outside to see it, though the news didn’t give her the same adrenaline rush it gave me. She lifts her chin toward the bike. “Let me see how you look on it.”

Swinging my leg over the back of the bike, I settle onto the seat.I’m going to win championships on this machine.I lean forward, feeling the handlebars in my grip for the first time, then run my hands over the gas tank and look back at my girl.

Her eyes sparkle, and her lips curl into a sexy smirk.

“See something you like?” I ask.

“No matter how hard I tried, I never could bring myself to hate the way you look on a motorcycle,” she giggles, stepping closer to me.

I shift back, making more room on the seat in front of me. “Want to help me break it in?”

“I’m not riding on the back of that thing,” she scoffs, as though I’ve lost it.

I spread my legs wider to make space for her and pat the seat in front of me. “That’s not what I was inviting you to ride.”

The look on her face shifts with each thought that crosses her mind. I wish I could hear them, but I think I’m getting better at guessing. Based on the way she tugs her lip between her teeth and narrows her eyes, I bet she’s caught betweenI’ve never had sex on a motorcycle beforeandwhat if it falls over?

“It’s steady. Promise I won’t let us fall,” I say, shifting my weight side to side to show how the stands hold the bike.

She takes another step closer, her sleepy expression gone—replaced with flushed cheeks and a sexy smirk. “Okay,” she says, patting her hands on the gas tank and seat before looking up at me. “How do I get up there?”

I guide her to brace herself with a hand on my thigh and a foot on the peg, helping her lift herself onto the bike, facing me,with her ass resting on the gas tank and her legs draped over my thighs—on either side of my hips.

She slides down, aligning herself over my thickening cock and rocks against me. “I’ve never had sex on a motorcycle,” she breathes out, teasing me.

“Neither have I,” I groan, using my hands on her waist to press her down, increasing the pressure between our bodies.

“Really?” Sadie lifts her face, pressing her lips against mine in a hot kiss.

I’ve had opportunities to fuck on a motorcycle before, but it never felt worth it until now.“Was saving it for you,” I say. It takes some effort, but between kisses, I manage to pull off her shorts and panties while keeping her balanced on the bike.

Her fingertips push at the waistband of my pajama pants until theRide it Like You Stole Itlettering is visible. She traces an agonizingly slow, teasing line across the words. “I think I’d like to,” she whispers.

When my fingers dip between her legs to get her ready for me, I find her already soaked.

She pushes my hand away, instead reaching to free me from my pants. “I want your cocknow,” she says, pressing a hand to my chest as she lines herself up and slowly lowers down, surrounding me with her tight heat until she’s filled herself completely.

Propping her hands on the gas tank behind her, she lifts and lowers herself—giving me an obscenely perfect view of her sex as it’s filled by my hard length.

The strap of her tank top falls off her shoulder as she picks up speed, riding me for her pleasure and mine. Somehow, the fact that she’s still wearing that tiny shirt makes this even hotter.

With my feet planted firmly on the ground, I keep the bike steady as she finds a more fervent rhythm—rocking my cock into her g-spot, sending us both into wild, panting climaxes.

She collapses against my chest, breathing heavily.

“If that’s not riding it like you stole it, I don’t know what is,” I chuckle, amazed by her. “If I say something about you stealing my heart, would it be too cheesy and ruin the moment?”

“Oh, my word, Cameron,” she laughs, tilting her head back to meet my gaze. “No, that would be adorable.”

“Well, then,” I say, running my fingers through her hair before cupping her soft cheek in my hand. “Of course, you ride me like you stole me. You have stolen my heart, Sadie Winslow. I am yours.”

Sadie

Six months later, Sadie and Cam’s kitchen –Palm Springs, California

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