Page 44 of Puma's Pride

I glance around the parking lot until I see Corinne standing with Trouble next to his bike. He’s helping her fasten a helmet on her head. I glance up at Puma, but I don’t think he sees them. I’m debating on pointing them out, but decide to wait. If Trouble and Corinne are building a relationship, they should have some privacy before Puma charges in with his opinion. I love the man, but he can be controlling.

“We were, but I’m with Puma now. Thanks.” I tell Showtime and end the call.

“Everything good?” He asks me and I nod.

“We have at least two hours. Diego is fixing them lunch, and then they’ll take a nap.” I tell him.

“Good, that will give us plenty of time.” He says with a grin.

“Plenty of time for what?” I ask.

“You’ll see.” He says as he straddles his bike after handing me my helmet. I fasten it before swinging my leg over and wrapping my arms around him. Snuggling into his back, I breathe in his scent, leather with a dash of spice. Prior to meeting Puma, I had never ridden on the back of a bike. The feeling is indescribable. It’s both terrifying and relaxing. The sense of freedom is powerful, so is the feeling of imminent death. But Puma is not an average man. If anyone can control the monster bike, it’s him.

As we ride down the strip, I keep my eyes peeled for Trouble and Corinne, but I don’t see them. I’ve never been to Trouble’s clubhouse, so I don’t know what direction they may have gone. Of course, I’m assuming he took her there. He may have taken her back to the Demon Dawg clubhouse or just out for a ride, like us. I put them out of my mind. I shouldn’t be wasting my time thinking of them when I’m wrapped around my man.

Soon Vegas and all thoughts of Corinne and Trouble are behind us as we fly through the desert. For many, the desert is boring, but I find it majestic with all its colors and secrets. The heat causes the air to shimmer. Watching the shifting shapes, it’s easy to lose oneself in the possibilities. When Puma exits the highway, I expect him to turn around and head back into town. But he doesn’t. He follows a barely there trail behind a standing of rocks. He maneuvers the bike so that we’re invisible from the road. My panties flood with anticipation.

After checking the ground for rattlers, he helps me off the bike. His eyes roam over me, causing my skin to break out in goosebumps. Every look is a physical touch.

“I’m going to fuck you.” He tells me. His deep voice rumbles and echoes off the rocks. “I’m going to fuck you hard. You have a problem with that?” He asks and I shake my head as I lift my shirt up and off.

“You planning on fucking me with your pants on, mister?” I ask, and he laughs.

“I’ll strip in a minute. I’m having too much fun watching you right now. Don’t want to miss any of the show.”

As I remove my bra and then unfasten my jeans, Puma lays down a blanket for me so I can stand on it after removing my shoes. Once I’m naked under the high sun, Puma moves. He shifts his powerful body off the bike and I watch in awe as he strips down to nothing. A naked Puma under the sun is a beautiful sight. His muscle definition is perfect, as if hand-sculpted by the finest artisan. His skin glows in the light. Muscles ripple under smooth skin. He looks so much like his namesake that it’s almost frightening. But the best part is hanging between his legs. His cock is as beautiful as he is. Long and thick. My mouth goes dry at the sight, so I lip my lips. I watch the heat spark in his eyes as they follow the motion.

“Bend over the bike, baby.” Puma says and I lean forward. I feel him kneel behind me and, with a single flick of his tongue, my body responds with a flood of juices. The sounds he makes as he laps my arousal has my head dizzy with need. I can’t see him, but I can feel him. But that isn’t enough. I turn my head to the right and am rewarded with a view in the mirror. I see his face buried in my pussy and watch his fingers knead my ass. It’s like watching porn but feeling it at the same time. Fuck, the sensations build on each other until I feel my first orgasm barrel through me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I chant as the pleasure rolls through. “Fuck!” I shout when he jams two fingers into my tunnel and finger fucks me so hard that my second orgasm sends me right over the cliff.

I hear his chuckle as he uses his other hand to keep me in place. I can’t feel my legs, so I’m grateful he’s keeping me from sliding into a puddle at his feet. Lifting me, he carries me over to the rocks. My back slides against the stone as he lowers me onto his pulsating cock. He starts out slowly, letting each inch slip inside as my body stretches to accommodate him. The slow, persistent pressure is a stark contrast to the power he used with his fingers that I’m finally able to catch my breath. We get lost in the eyes of the other. My arousal builds as I accept each inch.

Once he’s fully seated inside me, I feel his powerful thighs holding me in place. He leans down to capture my mouth, and I slide my tongue into his. As we kiss, he pulls out and then slides back in. I pick up the speed of my tongue thrusts and he matches them with his hips. It’s like playing with cause and effect, but so fucking hot that I refuse to break the kiss even though I’m light-heated. When he takes control of the speed, I break off and just stare at him as he plows into me again and again until I feel my pleasure peak. I watch his gorgeous face as he climaxes and I feel as if my body can’t contain the enormity of my love for this man.

“I love you.” I tell him after we dress. He graces me with a smile that causes my heart to constrict. It’s a look of pure happiness. He shrugs on his vest before leaning over me and cupping the back of head with his hand.

“I love you.” He whispers, leaning down to kiss me. As our lips touch, he stiffens. He spins around, pushing me behind him. Yanking his gun from the waist of his jeans, he shifts us around the rock just as someone steps into view. He and Puma fire at the same time. The sound of the gunfire echoes around us, deafening me, but I can still hear the man grunt and curse before disappearing from view. “Stay here.” Puma orders as he takes off after the man.

Ducking around the other side of the rock, I watch the man run toward a motorcycle parked about a hundred yards away. It’s then that I see he’s wearing a kutte. I can just make out the logo. The sight of it has me sucking in a breath. It’s a Shadow Born kutte. I hear another shot as the man races off. Rushing back to Puma’s bike, I yank the blanket off the ground and stuff it back into his saddlebags just as Puma rounds the corner. Shoving my helmet on, I climb on the back. He guns it and we’re off.

Puma squeezes my leg as he takes off after our attacker. He speeds down the highway until we can see the lone motorbike ahead of us. Puma closes the distance, but keeps space between us and him in case he shoots again. But soon it’s clear that the man’s focus is only on his escape. Puma moves closer and I have an idea. Giving his gun a gentle tug, I convey that I’m ready to help, but Puma shakes his head. Likely because of the increase in traffic up ahead. Once we hit the busy streets, the biker slides in and out of traffic with an occasional glance back at us. Each time he takes his eyes off the road, the bike wobbles. When he realizes he can’t lose us, he cuts across the road into oncoming traffic, disappearing down a side street. If I wasn’t on the bike, Puma would have followed. But I know my safety is always his priority.

I feel his diaphragm shift under my hands and I figure he’s talking to someone over bluetooth. I expect him to turn toward the clubhouse, but he drives down the strip and turns toward the airport. He cuts down a few streets and by now I’m lost. Until we pull up to a guardhouse similar to the one at our clubhouse. The gate opens and I know where we are. We’re at a clubhouse, just not ours. This one belongs to the Shadow Borns.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: PUMA

As I slide to a stop in front of the Shadow Born clubhouse, I second guess my assumption that the person who fired at us wasn’t one of Trouble’s men. I recognized the kutte, but the way the rider handled the bike told me another story. The bastard may know how to ride a bike, but Harley’s are a different beast. It takes muscle and skill to master one. He didn’t have either. I’m likely taking a chance here, but deep down, I know I’m right.

I feel Alisa disembark, and I follow suit. She hands me her helmet so I can hang it on the handlebars next to mine.

“Are you alright?” I ask her, looking her over as she does the same to me.

“I’m fine. He didn’t hit me. Are you hurt?” She asks.

I shake my head. “No, he missed. I don’t think he meant to hit us.”

She looks confused, but before I can explain, the gate opens again to allow Chill and Dice to ride in. They park next to me. The door to clubhouse opens and Trouble steps out. His expression is a mix of confusion and annoyance.

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