Page 102 of Always Salty

I didn’t go too fast.

Just fast enough that she felt like she was flying.

I wouldn’t endanger her in that way.

What I did do was overcome three slow ass drivers that were going sixty-five in a seventy-five on the goddamn express lane, though.

Jesus, what was the fuckin’ point of getting on the express lane if you weren’t even going to go the recommended speed limit?

Keely flipped those motherfuckers off, too.

Seriously, go the goddamn speed limit.

Was it that hard of an ask?

By the time we made it back to my place, my heart was exhilarated and that familiar pang of need was once again coursing through my blood.

I hit the garage door opener I kept in my saddle bags, then waited impatiently while Keely’s hands roved over the length of my chest.

When they made their way underneath my shirt as I pulled inside and shut the bike off, I hit the garage door opener again to close it, then reached around and pulled my little backpack to the front.

She squealed with the move, then threw her head back and laughed as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

I reached down and pulled her helmet off her head, then felt another zap of anticipation course through me at the sight of her shaking her hair out.

“Here?” she asked, eyes twinkling.

“Now,” I confirmed.

Then I fucked her on my bike, using the power in my thighs to keep both the bike and us aloft.

It was probably the third hottest place we’d ever had sex, and I knew that I’d never look at my bike the same again.

When you thought something would be easy, peasy lemon squeezy. But it’s actually been stress depressy lemon zesty.

—Keely’s secret thoughts

KEELY

Well and truly used, and used well, I headed with Dima into his place.

The kittens met us at the door, and Dima bent down and picked up the first one that made its way over to us.

The next three literally clawed their way up his leg, and he looked at them like they were bugs.

I grinned and took out my phone, switching over to the camera and recording a video that I then sent to the family group chat—both with my brothers, and with Dima’s family.

Dima felt his phone buzz and reached into his pocket, despite his handful of kittens, and pulled it out.

He leveled me with a ‘really?’ look, then shoved it back into his pocket.

My phone buzzed in my hand, and I looked down to see that only Cutter had replied in our group chat, where Chevy and Copper had been super-fast as of late.

Not anymore…

“What’s with that look on your face?” Dima asked.

I sighed and started stripping out of my clothes.

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