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I love you.
The words are there. I want to say them, but I don’t. Instead, I bite and suck on her neck, leaving my mark as I continue to thrust into her. Her own nails dig into my back as I bring her to pleasure once more.
Finishing inside of her, I hold her to me.
This is it. This is the one woman I want for the rest of my life. I would give my life to protect her.
I know I need to tell her what it all means. I need to clue her in to what being an old lady entails, but not right this second.
No, I want to enjoy this moment a while longer while I can.
Shit could hit the fan tomorrow, but I know we would always have tonight. She will always remember me.
When she shivers under me, I realize how cool it has gotten. She has her jacket on, but I don’t want her to freeze. Slowly, I pull her up and help her off the bike. Rooting in my saddlebag, I find a clean T-shirt.
Kneeling between her legs, I watch my cum slip out of her. Without thought, I reach out and push it back in.
“Calloway,” she moans.
“Greedy, Magpie.” I hum at her, loving the way she looks right now.
“Fuck. It feels good,” she moans again.
Turning her, I tell her, “Lean back on the bike.”
She does as I ask. I toss the clean T-shirt over my shoulder before I pull her leg up to join it. Leaning in, I lick her pussy. I can still taste her sweetness, but it’s mixed in with my own saltiness. I’ve never done this before, but the way her hands dig into my hair? Yeah, I’ll be doing it again.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll clean you up.”
Without hesitation, I lick and suck as my fingers press into her. She arches against me, her body only being held up by me and my bike. I love how at my mercy she is.
I bring her to a third orgasm before I stop my ministrations. Pulling my fingers from her core, I stand, pressing them to her lips. She sucks them in, licking and sucking our juices from them. Then I lean in, kissing her, letting her taste them on my tongue.
“That was unexpected, but hot,” she admits.
“I’ve never done that,” I admit to her. “I want to do it again, though.”
Her body shivers once more, reminding me of what I was doing in the first place. Stripping off my jacket, I place it over hers for extra protection. Then I kneel, using the T-shirt to clean up anything I’ve missed. Once I’m done, I pack it in the saddlebag before doing up my pants. I should feel bad that her pussy is exposed, but I like the idea of her leaking all over my bike. I’ll cover her when we get to the clubhouse.
Speaking of the clubhouse, we need to get there and tell them what happened.
I help Maggie put her helmet on before I do my own. Picking up my knife, I slide it in my pocket. Then I climb on, helpingher sit behind me. When she cuddles closer, I know I’m where I belong.
As we ride off in the night, all I can think about is how this woman is made for me.
My hand reaches back, grabbing her leg as we ride. A sign of respect, but also showing her that she is mine. She squeezes me tighter.
Yeah, I’m gone for this girl.
My Magpie.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FOUR
MAGGIE
The first thing I notice when we approach the gate is all the bikes out in front of the clubhouse and how it’s lit up like the Fourth of July.
