Page 24 of The Soul of Archer
"What does the tattoo of "Boston" mean on your left arm? You said you were from North Carolina."
Lance chuckled. "I am. I got that after my first deployment. See, my mom's family was from Boston. My grandparents moved to Jacksonville when my mom was only one. My Uncle Lucas moved back after high school and became a cop. He died just before I came home so I got the tattoo for him. He had one just like it on his arm."
"I'm sorry about your uncle and I think that's a nice way to not only remember him but remember where your family came from." Alora smiled, reaching cup to cup his cheek.
Standing on her tiptoes, she leaned in and kissed him. His arms banded tighter around her, trapping her between his legs, letting her feel what her kiss was doing to him. Alora slid one hand south and began stroking him. The sound that escaped him left her knees weak and panties wet. It wasn't a moan, it wasn't a growl, it was something more. Animalistic and raw. Just like he was when he had fucked her. Feeling bolder, she deftly opened his jeans and slipped her hand inside.
"Fuck yeah, Alora."
"Your cock is so hard Lance. Hard and hot in my hand."
"If we weren't in public..."
"There's no one around for miles, Archer."
Lance's eyes flashed at her challenge. That smirk and that quirked brow. They were in the middle of nowhere about two hours north of the city. The fact that someone could come driving by and catch them only heightened his excitement. In a blink he reversed their positions so now she was the one leaning against the bike.
"You're tempting me woman."
"Good."
To prove her point, her hand squeezed his dick making him hiss and his hips thrust into her. Lance kissed her again. Alora moaned, stroking him harder, twisting her wrist on the downstroke. Her free arm snaked around his neck bringing them even closer. Her body quickly burning with need for him. Lance pulled away, gripped her shoulders and spun her so she was now bent over his bike. Reaching around her, he had her jeans undone in seconds and pushed down to mid-thigh. Without a single word, he removed a condom, sheathed himself and thrust into her.
"Lance!"
"That's it baby, take me."
Take him she did. Alora continued to surprise him as she eagerly met his thrusts, pushing back into him. Leaning over her, his teeth nipped at her neck making her buck wildly and her pussy clamp tighter around him. He started pounding into her, wanting them both to explode.
"Fuck me Lance. Harder. So close," she gasped.
"God, you're ready Alora. I'm there. Come. Now." He ordered thrusting hard and deep one last time.
On a scream she came. Her body seizing beautifully in his arms taking all the pleasure he gave her. Trembling behind her, buried deep within her, Lance struggled to catch his breath. Peppering her neck with kisses, holding her tightly to him as they slowly came back to earth.
***
The sun was just beginning to set when Lance and Alora hit the Austin city limits. She hugged him as he expertly navigated the evening traffic on I-35. The day had been amazing. After their roadside interlude, they stopped for lunch in Waco. After lunch, they checked out the Dr. Pepper museum, took a walk in Cameron Park before climbing back on the bike and heading back. She couldn't have asked for a better day.
They had just pulled up at a stop light when a feeling shot up Alora's spine. The feeling of being watched. Turning her head to her left, her body locked up. In the BMW next to them was Sam. Lance must have felt her tense because his head whipped toward the car. Sam revved his engine, trying to intimidate them. Alora's fear turned to anger. She was done letting Sam scare her.
Lance tapped her thigh, indicating her to hang on tight. He felt her tighten her grip on him and the second the light turned green, he shot off. A glance in his side mirror showed that Sam was right behind them. He shifted gears and picked up speed. Lance knew after what Sam had done so far, that it made no difference that they were on public streets. If the bastard could get Alora he was going to try. Lance wasn't going to let that happen.
At the last moment, Lance whipped the bike around a corner. In his mirror he saw Sam fly past the turn. He only had maybe a minute before Sam caught back up. Spotting a parking garage, he sped inside driving up the winding turns to the fourth floor. Pulling into a dark corner near a pillar, he killed the engine. Alora hopped off, allowing him to climb off and put the bike on its double kick.
"Think we lost him?" Alora asked, taking off her helmet.
"I think so." Lance answered, removing his own. He took their helmets, locked them onto the bike. "We'll take the elevator down then I'll call one of the guys to come get us."
"Okay. There's a bar just down the block we could wait for them. It's pretty crowded on Saturday's so we can hide better."
Taking her hand, Lance lead them toward the elevator. After the doors closed, he moved behind her, slipping his arms around her. Alora sighed, leaning her head back against his chest. When they reached ground level, Lance carefully checked out the area around the elevator before taking her hand again and leading them from the garage.
