DAMON: A Bad Boy MC Romance Novel (31 page)

T
en minutes
after agreeing to Reign’s pleas to join him on a bike ride, I was standing outside the bar, the cool desert air laying lightly on my shoulders. I was nervous, but not as piss-your-pants scared as I thought I’d be. I was holding a borrowed helmet in one hand, and wearing a borrowed leather jacket in the other.

Both had been borrowed from Honey, who had gotten significantly drunker in the time I’d been talking to Reign and who was more than excited to whip them out from behind the bar and present them to me.

She sure did like me a lot more when she was stumbling and slurring than she did when she was tending bar. But she wasn’t a sloppy drunk, don’t get that idea. She was only as drunk as everyone else in the bar, Reign and myself excluded. She’d come outside with us; the girl she’d been with earlier followed her like a silent shadow. I almost wanted to talk to the young thing, but she didn’t seem very friendly anyway.

“When I first….when I first got on a bike…shit, I was like…I’m gonna die! But then…then it was so fun, and really…really just fucking…something else, man, I tell you what it’s…fuck, you’re gonna love it,” Honey was saying.

Reign had disappeared behind the bar; I heard the telltale sign of an engine kicking to life. Moments later, he arrived astride a bright, shining Harley, shimmering blue and almost throbbing with power. My heart clenched up like a fist. He somehow looked even more handsome with his helmet on, which was ridiculous since I couldn’t even see his face.

He let the bike stall and beckoned me to come closer. I did, slowly, anxiously, rethinking my decision to go along for the (literal) ride. But now, with Honey staring at me, I felt even more compelled to go through with it; I still wanted her to like me, even if I didn’t know why that would be something I wanted. I just knew that she’d probably start acting like a bitch again if I proved myself to be too cowardly to get on the back of a motorcycle.

And, dammit, I wanted to prove it to myself, too. Sleeping with Reign had been one thing; for one, I’d been drunk, which made it worlds easier. For another, that had been something my
body
wanted. But almost no part of me wanted to get onto the bike, except for a small but compelling voice in my head that wanted me to do
everything
. Just to try it. Just to see if I could. Just to prove that I wasn’t a coward.

With my heart in my throat and my bladder threatening to empty itself at any moment, I swung one leg around the humming bike and planted myself into the passenger saddle. The bike was vibrating softly; I lifted up my feet and leaned forward, wrapping my arms around Reign. Even through the helmet, I could smell him, musky and delectable. With my body pressed tightly against his and the slightest shaking of the engine, I could already tell what
one
of the attractions of motorcycles was.

The engine kicked up again as Reign put it in gear, and the pleasant warmth that was spreading through me from the vibrations was quickly forgotten as I cried out. I wanted to stop this now, before it even started, my brain screaming as I realized that this was for real, not just play.

But my cries were swallowed up by the wind and the sound of the engine as we suddenly flew away from the bar, tires hitting the road with a gravelly thump, the roar of the bike surrounding us like four walls. The town melted away in an instant, it seemed; we couldn’t possibly have been going the speed limit, but no one was around to give a damn.

As the road opened up into desert, with the black shadows of the mountains bleeding upwards into a star-filled night, I was awestruck by the feeling. It was scary – a little – but more than anything it was…free. It was like being let loose onto the world, like the first time your parents let you stay out all night, like turning 18. It was like winning the lotto: all your cares erased in an instant.

It was just me and the bike and Reign and the whole world of evening spread out like a feast before us. A feast made of miles and mountains and air flavored with sweet desert flowers. Even the battery ram of noise in my ears was a part of it. And the feeling between my legs…

Well, let’s just say, I’d never used a vibrator but I could definitely see the appeal once I felt that thrumming between my thighs. My body shook slightly with the bike as my knees clenched harder around Reign’s waist.

The sensation was half-painful, actually, or at least so intense that it blurred the line between pleasure and pain. I felt my hips moving slightly, gyrating against the saddle, as my cheeks flushed from the feeling. And it was so naughty, feeling myself grow aroused from the sensation, out there on the open road. I thought about what it would be like to be naked just then, nothing in between me and the vibrations, my hands exploring Reign’s muscled chest from behind…

“Need a little break?” I heard Reign shout, and I realized just how hard I was gripping him. I was holding him like a toddler afraid to get into the pool.

“M…maybe,” I shouted back, slightly embarrassed. We couldn’t have been riding more than ten minutes, but I really was getting quite overwhelmed. I wanted a few minutes to cool down, in more ways than one. Of course, I should have known that cooling down was not in the cards for me that night.

Reign angled the bike off the road, and I experienced a few painful shocks to the tailbone as he slowed down, the bike bouncing slightly on the uneven ground. My body still tingled with excitement as he turned off the engine and removed his helmet. It was a moment still before I gathered the courage to unfurl my arms from around his waist and plant my feet back on the ground.

As I dismounted, the world seemed to shift and sway around me, a feeling I could remember vaguely from horseback riding as a young girl. My legs were wobbly and a subtle ache in my thighs mingled with a throbbing sensation in my pussy. A sensation that was far from unpleasant. As I pulled my own helmet off, shaking my long black hair out, I noticed the stars above us were spread out like thousands of twinkling Christmas lights. The nearly-full moon illuminated the dunes and distant shapes. I leaned against the bike and sighed deeply. Reign came to my side.

“So, what did you think of your first ride?” he said with a grin that told me he already knew my answer. I returned it with a grin of my own, wondering if he could see the fierce blush on my cheeks.

“It was…well, it was something, Reign,” I admitted. “I mean…you were right….it’s like…it’s not like anything else on earth!”

“Well, some things are similar,” he said, his voice dropping slightly. The lower octave felt like a feather tickling my ear. I knew that voice already. I’d only known this guy a day, but that voice told me that I was going to get to know him even better by the time the next day dawned.

And judging by the way my body responded to his proximity, the fluttering feeling in my stomach, the tingling in my pussy, I knew that I was going to let him do whatever he wanted to me – my body wasn’t going to give me much of a choice.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” I asked, trying to sound innocent. His eyes met mine, his smile gleaming in the moonlight, a half-grin that made my heart race. I felt his fingers gently reach out and brush against mine. The slightest contact was enough to make my breathing speed up.

“Well, I’ve always been partial to watching beautiful women enjoy themselves,” he said, his fingers now tip-toeing across my back, then coming to rest on my waist, his arm pulling me closer to him. “That’s pretty damn close, for me.”

He’d pulled me all the way into him, our bodies pressed together under the night sky, his eyes boring into mine. My face was lifted up to his, my lids half-closed, hypnotized by his voice, his words, his eyes. My body was overheating, a fire that threatened to engulf me.

“Yeah?” was all I could manage to say, and I could barely even whisper it. But we didn’t need words anymore; Reign leaned down, his lips meeting mine softly, sweetly, my tongue slipping into his mouth and meeting his in a gentle swirl.

My eyes closed entirely as his hand around me pressed harder, as though we could melt into each other. And I did feel like I was melting as he kissed me; first gentle, then pressing harder and harder until we were on the brink of tearing into each other, our tongues dancing in a frenzy. I wanted to drink him, to feel him entering me everywhere, the smell of him in my nostrils an aphrodisiac of the highest order.

He broke away from my mouth, eliciting a groan from me, and began to kiss along my jawline and down my neck, his hands running up and down my sides and causing my stomach to flip over and over again. His breathe against my neck was warm and welcome, and his lips, though cracked, where like fiery brands against my flesh, marking me as his.

His hands settled on the bottom of my shirt and began to yank it upwards; instinctively, I tried to stop him, still embarrassed about my figure even though he’d already seen all of me – and approved of it heartily. He easily thwarted my attempts to remain clothed and my shirt soon lay on the sand, quickly joined by my bra.

My breasts tingled, felt heavy, as the cold night air blew across them. Moving in front of me and pulling me towards him, Reign pushed his knee between my thighs, parting them slightly as his lips continued to explore my neck, moving from one ear to the other in a torturously slow crescendo of power.

My nipples, now erect, pressed against the leather of his jacket, the sensation strangely satisfying. He pushed his knee upwards and I gasped as I felt it hit my now-wet pussy, causing my hips to automatically roll forwards, my clit pressed against the crease in my jeans as I pressed myself against his knee. My hands fell to the belt loops on his jeans, pulling him further toward me, my slit begging for him as he teased my clit, rubbing his knee slowly back and forth between my legs.

I felt him pushing me back farther against the bike, until I was almost pinned between him and the seat. I worried about the bike toppling over from our weight, but had no room in my fevered brain to worry about it for too long. I was too distracted as Reign’s lips moved steadily downward, towards my large, full breasts, which begged for attention.

His tongue gently traced a path down my collarbone before he glanced up at me, his eyes deep and sexy, and let his tongue flick over my hard nipple. I moaned and clutched his head as my body gave in to the sensation, his mouth teasing my nipples one at a time, first flicking one then the other, sucking and nibbling on the tender buds until I thought I would die from the sensation. My pussy was fully awake now and dripping, my hunger for him growing with each passing second as he pressed his knee against my sex, making my hips move on their own against him.

Finally, he lifted his head and moved away from me slightly, leaving me dizzy and panting. I tried to pull him towards me once more, the weight of his body against mine the only thing in the world that I wanted. But he resisted, his fingers now finding the button of my jeans and popping it open, his hand slipping down my pants so quickly I couldn’t protest; with no panties between me and my jeans, he easily found my swollen clit, and I cried out as he rubbed it, the slickness from my slit a perfect lubricant.

“Oh, fuck, Reign,” I moaned as his hand turned, his thumb now coming to my clit while his fingers found my pussy and pressed into it slowly, making my thighs clench in pleasure, the sensation only a tease compared to what I knew his cock could do to me. I closed my eyes and leaned backwards against the bike as his thumb made slow circles around my clit, which jumped and throbbed with each swirl, my heart pounding away as my body flushed with warmth. His fingers gently probed my slit, pressing against my pussy walls, as though seeking something.

When I opened my eyes again, barely able to focus on anything but the pleasure building inside me, his was staring at me with intent, his look only driving me to new heights, his gaze soft and intimate but demanding at the same time. His fingers curled inside me and I cried out once more as a brand-new sensation plunged through me, sparking up and down my spine.

His thumb sped up its attentions to my clit, now circling it and then flicking upwards over it as his fingers pulsed inside me. I felt a constricting feeling in my chest, a pressure in my tummy, as he leaned forward once more and covered my lips with his, my tongue now desperate for his as the sensation inside me rose and rose.

His fingers pressed harder and harder into me, my pussy flowing with juices as he rolled his thumb over my clit, my ears ringing and heart pounding as the pressure built and built inside me until I couldn’t take it anymore, I thought I was going to break in half from need. Pulling away from the kiss, I could only squirm and squeal underneath him as he pressed his body against mine, his fingers never stopping.

“Fuck, Reign, I’m c-c…I’m comminggggg,” I moaned as the wave broke inside me, his fingers pressing once more against that place inside me, my clit suddenly seeming to vibrate with delicious release as my muscles tore apart in pleasure, my pussy dripping and clenching around his fingers as he held them deep inside me, feeling me come for him, my body bucking and hips rolling, legs threatening to buckle. He covered my mouth with his once more and he nipped at my lower lip as I began to come down, the slightest pain only adding to my reverberating pleasure.

“Just like that,” he whispered, pulling his now-dripping fingers from my pussy and touching them to my lips; thoughtlessly, mindless but for pleasure, I wrapped my tongue around them, tasting my own juices from his fingers, intoxicated by the sensations that were now fading away slowly, leaving only more hunger in their place.

I wasn’t going to be happy with just his fingers. Not that night. I clutched him to me once more, then pulled at his leather jacket, undressing him savagely, like a wild animal, until he stood before me, shirtless, his muscles clearly outlined in the moonlight.

He just looked so delicious….I leaned forward, letting my mouth find his chest, gently tasting his flesh, the slight sharpness of sweat against my tongue. My hand fell to his jeans, and I could feel his hardness against his zipper, his manhood straining against the fabric. I rubbed it gently, the mere thought of it making my body alight once more with desire.