Page 74 of My So-Called Perfect Life
Something inside me breaks open and I open my eyes. My head turns left and right watching as we pass everything by at what seems like warp speed. The air is warm as it whips around us and I have the urge to let out a yell, like when you stick your head out of the sunroof of a limo.
“Whooo!”
Ryan’s chest rumbles with laughter against my hands “There you go, Dani Girl!” he yells out over the noise around us.
Mercy was one-hundred percent correct. This is erotic, yet still terrifying as hell. Ryan’s muscles bunch and flex under me. His ass is pressed right into the apex of my thighs mashing that part where all the seams of my denim shorts meet directly into my clit. It’s like a little hot button he keeps applying pressure to while the vibrations from the bike do all the rest of the work.
I scoot as close as I can to him, pressing my chest as hard as possible into his back and just feel. I let the wind and sunshine take over and I just enjoy as Ryan takes us on a ride.
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About half an hour later,Ryan pulls off the main road into what looks like some kind of secluded trail. He weaves the bike slowly through the trees following along the dirt path until we reach a clearing.
He turns off the bike and I pull my helmet off wanting to take it all in.
“Wow!” I look around the opening in amazement. “This is gorgeous.”
Scooching back, I swing my leg backward and over the bike like I’ve done this a hundred times. Ryan pulls his helmet off and gives me a lustful look as I stand next to the bike, my helmet dangling from my hand. “Well, look at you, little miss biker girl. One ride and you fill those leathers with confidence and badass-ness.”
It’s not as if I have intentions of going out and getting my own bike, but with the way that Ryan is looking at me, I’m tempted to go buy some leather to wear in the bedroom.
Hanging his helmet off the handlebar, Ryan swings his long, tight denim-clad leg over the bike and a tingle forms between my thighs. Between all the vibrations from the bike, how hot Ryan looks on it, and the way he’s looking at me, I’m practically primed for the taking.
“Come on,” Ryan says grabbing my hand. “I want to show you something.”
He leads me out toward the end of the clearing. It overlooks a gorge. The sounds of water running fill the air.
“You see that?” Ryan points to some stone stairs leading down somewhere into the chasm. “It leads down to behind the waterfall you hear.”
It’s crazy to think something so beautiful and serene is hiding just outside the craze of the city. “How did you find this place?”
He takes my hand and leads me to the carved-out stairs. “I found it hiking last year. I followed the sound of the water. Now, I come here once in a while when I need to recharge.”
We walk hand in hand along the somewhat frightening stone steps down to a ledge.
Astonishment and wonder fill my chest as I watch the water run down from above us. It reminds me of a picture out of a nature calendar. A calm in the middle of the storm. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”
“Because you always follow the safe and proper road, Dani Girl!” Ryan chuckles as he wraps his arms around me from behind, squeezing me to his chest. “Life is more fun when you let it take you where it wants you to go.”
His fingers inch under the waistband of my leather pants. “Oh yeah?” I ask. “What road do you think those fingers are traveling?”
He pops the button on the leather pants, then the one to my jean shorts they cover. “The road to the best kind of ecstasy.”
His fingers dance over the top of my mound and a shiver runs down my spine. “Ryan, as much as I’d love to, we can’t do this here. Someone could find us.”
His breath is warm on my ear, a stark comparison to the coolness coming off the water flowing only a few feet away from us. “I guess we’d better be quick then.”
The pad of his finger is rough and scrapes along the tip of my clit in the best way. My knees buckle, and a moan slips out before I can make another objection to public sex.
“Just feel Danielle,” Ryan coos, his finger still working its naughty magic on my clit. “No one will find us.”
“Ryan . . .” My voice trails off and there’s zero authority in it. My heart beats quicker in my chest as I feel the beginning of my orgasm brewing just under the surface. The entire ride here was foreplay and now the lightest of touches has me trembling under Ryan’s expert hand.
He kicks my foot out to the side and positions his knee between my legs. I fall back into him as the waves crest and break filling me with a euphoric release.
“Ryan,” I cry out his name as he kisses my neck, his fingers pinching and rolling the sensitive bundle of nerves between them.
He juts his hips forward and I feel his erection in my lower back. “Such a good girl, Dani,” he praises before dragging his tongue up my neck to just under my ear. “Feel how hard I am for you.”
