Page 11 of Open Road (Tattooed Hearts Duet 3)

He hung up the phone, and I couldn’t deny how excited I was to show her. It amazed me that I’d been able to deny having her for so long. I’d been punishing myself more than anyone those two years. I was glad it was all in the past now. I couldn’t imagine living my life without both her and Simon and even my twin. He’d been a happy gain to reclaim back in my life.

So, why are you avoiding your father?my subconscious whispered, but I quickly ignored it and shoved it away.

Pulling into the driveway, I spotted Simon and Thane standing with Peach. Simon had his hands over her eyes, and I could see her bouncing, her luscious curves moving with the motion. Yeah, I was so going to christen this van later. Her thighs begged to be claimed as I ate her out on the hood, the backseat, and maybe even the roof. With Lennox, it was never enough.

The trailer whined behind me as I slowed to a stop, and I had to remember to give myself more space to maneuver it around. What in the world was I going to do with the damn thing now? That would have to wait because the only thing I could focus on at the moment was Peach.

Turning off the engine, I opened the door and stepped into the grass. Walking around to the front, I leaned against it, smirking. “Take a look, Peach.”

Simon dropped his hands, but Lennox kept her eyes shut, peeking a little. “You’re not going to be dressed as a clown, right? Because I’m not responsible for my knee-jerk reaction to attack all clowns if you are.”

Laughing, I dropped my smirk and walked forward, taking her hands. “No clowns, Peach. Just look. I promise you’ll love it.”

The guys also encouraged her, giving her the bravery to open her eyes fully. I watched her the whole time as she took in the bright turquoise VW van I’d been able to find. It had a little wear and tear, but the brakes and tires were new, so at least we’d be good on that front.

A shriek left her as she finally accepted it was real, her hands covering her mouth before she turned and jumped into my arms. I caught her easily, her plush body fitting against me nicely. Lifting her up by her ass, she wrapped her legs around my waist as I carried her over to it.

Peach leaned back, looking at me with awe in her eyes. “I can’t believe you did this. I thought you hated them.”

“But you love them, and I love you, so I did it to make you happy. That’s all I want. Well, a blow job every day doesn’t hurt either.” Smirking, I anticipated the slap she delivered as I set her down next to the door. The other two guys were already walking around and inspecting the van.

“Did you get me a pony?” Simon asked, winking as he took in the trailer.

“Long story, but it was the best solution to getting the bike home. How is the trip planning going on your end?”

“Great!” Lennox chirped. “I think if we make some lists of everything we need tonight, then we should be able to pack and set off tomorrow. I need to say goodbye to my parents and Bubba. Oh, and Darcie.” She started walking back toward the house, continuing to talk and list things off as she walked.

“If she wasn’t so cute, I’d be worried,” Thane said. Staring up at him, I shook my head.

“That makes no sense. Her cuteness subtracts logic?” I asked, staring at my brother like he’d hit his head.

“Makes sense to me.” He shrugged as he continued following her, and I shook my head, turning back to the trailer.

Simon waited at the back end and helped me pull the motorcycle off. Together, we rolled it into the detached garage, and I kicked out the kickstand, rolling it to a stop. Taking a few seconds, I wiped her down and patted the seat as I realized it might be some time before I got to ride her again. Looking up, I spotted Simon staring at me with a soft smile.

“You’ll be okay, babe. I doubt you’ll even miss her.”

Snorting, I turned and leaned against my bike, taking him in. His silver-gray hair swooped over, highlighting his gray eyes. His face was clean-shaven, and he stood watching me in a pair of slim jeans, Converse, and a band tee. Simon had a style that was effortless and yet was always in fashion. Bringing my hand to my mouth, I tugged on my lip as my gaze lazily dragged down him.

“Mmm, you know, maybe you should give me a good memory with my bike, so I have it to look back on.”

“Oh, yeah?” he asked, his lip curling up on the side. “And what kind of memory would this be?”

“I have a few in mind,” I said, my hand dropping down to my jeans. His eyes followed, watching every move as I slowly lowered the zipper. Watching him, I saw when his breathing increased and he licked his lips. Simon tilted forward, his feet already yearning to bring him closer.

Between the look on his face and the feel of Peach against me earlier, my cock had no problem getting on board with the plan. Lowering my pants just enough, I freed myself and began to stroke my dick as it hardened.

The sight of my cock in my hand was all it took for Simon to bolt forward, taking it from me as he dropped to his knees and gave me a long lick. Bracing my hands back on my bike seat, I spread my legs to provide myself with a better position by widening my stance.

Weaving my fingers through Simon’s silver locks, I kept the pressure soft for now as he began to work me over, licking and sucking up and down my length.

“Yes, fuck, Si.” Moaning, my head fell back as I let him set his pace as he continued to suck the living daylights out of me. When his hand reached down and began to fondle my balls, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. Pulling the strands harder now, I peered down at my lover as he took my cock between his lips, the sight almost making me unload on him.

“Take it all, Si. Fuck.” Tugging his hair, I gave him just enough pressure to follow my command as he swallowed, opening his throat more so that he took me all the way into his mouth and down his throat. It was too much, and I came hard, spilling my cum as I roared out my release.

Panting, I let go of his hair, smoothing it in place as he slowly released me from his lips. Standing, he pulled me to him, kissing me long and hard.

“How’s that for a memory?” he asked, wearing a shit-eating grin.

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