Page 124 of Hymns of the Broken
“That top,” he drawls, eyes glinting, “those jeans hugging your ass like they’re begging to be peeled off… fuck, baby, you’re gonna kill me. Not to mention my jacket wrapped around your body…” He slides a hand up, fingers tracing the strap of my helmet along my jaw. “And this?” He taps the helmet as he leans in. “Mine too. Looks so fucking good on you, baby.”
I bite my lip, fighting a grin, but my cheeks are flaming.Hisfingers hook in my belt loops, dragging me just a little closer.
“I wanna see you riding me in nothing but this jacket one night,” he whispers. “Nothing else. Just you, dripping for me, moaning my name.”
I whimper, unable to hide it.Hishands squeeze my ass, and my heart is a runaway freight train. My skin’s on fire everywherehetouches.
But before either of us can act on anything—
The distant roar of Riot’s engine echoes as he carves back down the road toward us.
Jasper’s eyes never leave mine.
“Let him take his ride. I’ve already got everything I want sitting right here.”
Riot skids to a stop beside us, tires kicking up a swirl of dust that settles in the sunlight like a warning. He’s all swagger—helmet half off, sweat-dark hair falling wild, eyes laser-focused on where Jasper’s hands are staking their claim on me.
“If you’re gonna get frisky with her out here,” Riot calls, voice lazy and teasing, “at least drag her into the trees so the rest of us don’t die of blue balls, yeah?”
He winks at me, flips his helmet back on, and revs his bike again like he’s daring us to give the woods a show—taking off like a devil with a head start.
Jasper watches Riot’s dust trail vanish, then turns his gaze back on me—heavy with hunger, heat simmering behind every ounce of restraint.
“If I wanted to take you in front of the whole goddamn world,” he murmurs, voice gravel-dark and sinful, “I would. No shame in showing people who you belong to.”
Before I can say anything, he pulls me up, sliding me over the seat until I’m straddling his lap. My ass is flush against the bulge straining in his jeans, legs caging his hips, every part of me trembling.
And I feel him. Every thick, impossible inch.
He wants me to know. Wants me to ache.
He leans in, breath warm at my ear. “Feel that, baby? That’s what you do to me. Just by breathing. You wanna ride, or do you want to come right here?”
My pulse pounds everywhere. I’m dizzy with need.
Jasper’s arm wraps around my waist, holding me there. His other hand grips the throttle, but it’s not the only thing he’s about to unleash.
Then, with zero warning, the bike roars to life beneath us.
I yelp, hands flying to his chest, clutching the leather like a lifeline. “Jasper, no—!”
“Relax.” His low laugh vibrates through my bones. “I’ve got you. Always.”
He does. He owns me. The bike surges forward, wind tearing at my hair and jacket, but he keeps me pinned tight—his body an anchor and a furnace.
He leans into me, pressing me down to the bike. The way I grind up against him, desperate for friction, draws a rough groan from his lips—right against the shell of my ear.
“Keep that up and we’re both gonna end up in the fucking dirt,” he growls, voice shredded by restraint.
“Maybe I want to end up in the dirt.” I challenge, as I grind into him again.
And then—
Riot’s voice crackles through the speaker inside my helmet, pure chaos and trouble.
“Hope you two are enjoying the foreplay. Want me to give you five? Ten? I can ride around until your legs stop shaking—just let me know when you’re done marking your territory, Reign.”
Jasper laughs, feral and hot, and I can’t help but giggle, even though my body is still burning.
