Page 142 of Steel

Steel

Two Weeks Later

The desert is quietthis far away from anything. We’re parked up on a hill so we can look out and watch the sunset.

Heat from the day radiates, but it’s nothing like the fire Tempe lights in my chest when her fingers brush up and down my cut.

Something about this girl in leather, straddling me where she sits on the front of my bike, is a peace I never thought I’d find.

A place I never thought I’d belong.

“It’s beautiful out here.” Tempe sits up, her fingers grazing the skin on theback of my neck.

I’ve been showing her all my favorite getaway spots. Places I used to ride when I needed some peace and quiet. And now I want to mark them with her.

I push her honey-brown waves off her face, and she smiles.

“Nothing is as beautiful as you, wildfire.”

She brushes her lips against mine, and my body ignites. I need this girl like I’ve never needed anything.

Tempe winds her legs up over my thighs, holding on tight while my feet are planted firmly on the ground. Her chest presses to mine as she runs her tongue over my lower lip.

Reaching up, I grip her throat and deepen the kiss. She sucks my tongue into her mouth, and her moan vibrates through her chest. She teases the line of my belt with her fingers, toying with me.

“Careful, Tempe.” I nip at her lip. “I’m not above fucking you on this bike.”

She rolls her hips against my straining cock, tempting me. “Promise?”

I skate a hand down her chest, over her stomach, and grab her cunt. “I warned you, wildfire.”

Leaning in, I sink my teeth into her lower lip, and she moans.

“Jameson.” She tips her head back as I kiss a path down the center of her throat.

“That’s not what you call me when you’re sitting on my bike, Tempe. You know better than that.”

She smiles, biting her lip. “Sorry,President.”

“Such a good girl.” I grind the heel of my hand over her pussy, and she moans. “But now I’d like you to be bad and strip for me.”

“Out here?” Her eyes take in the empty desert.

The sun has just dipped below the horizon, lighting her cheeks with a warm glow.

I release Tempe and sit upright on my bike, not saying anything, which is her answer.

Tempe runs her teeth over her lower lip, scanning my face, likely realizing I’m not joking, as she grips my shoulders and hops off my bike.

Her fingers find the button on her jeans, and she slowly undoes the zipper, stripping them down her beautiful legs.

I can’t blink as I watch her. I can’t breathe.

She loses her shoes, her pants. And when I think she’ll try to stop there, she reaches for the hem of her shirt and slips it off until she’s in absolutely nothing, standing like a naked goddess in the Vegas desert. So beautiful, it’s possible she’s a mirage, and I’m hallucinating.

“Are you going to climb off and fuck me now?” She smiles sweetly, even if we both know she’s anything but.

I shake my head, reaching for my belt and undoing it. Her eyes burn as she watches me pull my cock out.

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