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“Now eat it up,” Kash growls, bringing his cum-covered hand up to my mouth and pushing his salty, sticky fingers deep inside my mouth as he thrusts me hard and fast and climaxes deep inside me. “Fuck. Fuck.Fucccccck.”
The pair of us are satisfied, done with a capital D.
It was hard, fast, and filthy.
And I loved it.
Just for a second, it felt like my Daddy and I were the only two people in the whole world. As much as I’d like that to be true, I know that’s not the case. And I also know that danger is very much lurking around the corner.
But with the misinformation planted, we’ve got a clear run to make our escape from Cresthaven.
What could possibly go wrong?
The air in the cabin is still thick with the heat of what went down, my body buzzing, my heart racing from Kash’s touch, his voice, the way he takes control.
I’m pulling my shorts back up, my legs shaky, when Kash’s burner phone buzzes on the table, sharp and jarring. Kash’s head snaps toward it, his eyes narrowing, the afterglow of our moment replaced by that guarded intensity I’ve come to know.
He grabs the phone, his thumb swiping the screen, and I catch a glimpse of Kash’s face hardening as he reads the message.
“Jace,” Kash says, his voice low, urgent. “He’s got coordinates. A safe spot, just over the state line. The Riders are going to meet us there. We need to move.Now.”
I nod, my pulse spiking again, this time from the danger closing in.
Kash shoots me a look, his jaw tight.
“You’re not safe here, and I’m not leaving you behind to deal with this shit alone,” Kash says. “So,yes, you’re very much coming too.”
I grin, despite the tension.
“Yes, Daddy,” I say, teasing, but there’s a warmth in it, a trust that’s grown between us.
Kash shakes his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips, but there’s no time for games.
We grab what we need, and then we’re out the door, together.
We move quickly over to where the bike is hidden. No talking, just action.
Kash uncovers the Harley, its chrome glinting under the moonlight. He swings his leg over, gesturing for me to climb on behind him. I tuck my board under my arm and slide onto the seat, my arms wrapping around his waist, my chest pressed against his back.
“Hold on tight,” Kash says, his voice a low growl over the engine’s rumble.
I do, my thighs pressing against his, my fingers digging into his leather. The Harley roars to life, vibrating through me, and we take off down the back trail, avoiding the main road.
The coordinates from Jace are for a safehouse just over the state line, a place where Kash’s Wolf Rider brothers can meet us. Kash told me that they’ll have a plan for when we arrive, and that I can trust him—and the other Wolf Riders too.
I believe Kash.
But getting to the location means dodging the cops, and with the Vipers in their pocket, that’s not going to be as easy as it could be in different circumstances.
The trail winds through the cliffs, the ocean glittering below, the stars sharp overhead. Kash rides like he was born for it, leaning into turns with a precision that makes my heart race. I follow his lead, my body moving with his, the thrill of the ride mixing with the fear of what’s behind us.
We hit the coastal highway, the road stretching out dark and empty, and for a moment, I think we’re clear.
The night’s ours, just me and Kash, the bike growling beneath us, the wind tearing through my hair…
Then I see it—a flash of headlights on the other side of the road.
A police cruiser, coming from the opposite direction, its silhouette sleek and menacing.
