Laughing in my face, drunk off his ass, he smiled. “Yeah, she’s gotta damn Prince Charming in you, Prez. The bitch is beyond beautiful but I’m starting think she has no f**kin’ sense.”
I saw red.
Wrenching back my hand, I knocked the f**ker out with a crack to his jaw. As he crumpled on the couch, I grabbed the bag and stormed from the room. Tossing the bag on my bed when I arrived back in my apartment, a startled Mae shot up from the chair.
“I’ll b-be outside. Five m-m-minutes.”
With a nod from my woman, I headed to the yard and revved up my Harley.
I just f**kin’ needed to ride.
Chapter Sixteen
Styx
Exactly four minutes later, Mae stepped out into the warm night, head to toe in skintight black leather. My hands tightened on my Fat Boy’s handlebars, my leather gloves grinding at my too-tight grip. Her long black hair was back in a braid and she rocked a pair of kickass black, short round-toed cowboy boots on her small feet.
Stepping toward me, she held her hands out to the side. “What do you think?”
Biting my lip ring between my teeth, I smiled and gave her a slow appreciative nod. Heeling back the kickstand, my two feet planted on the ground as Mae sat behind me, her arms instantly wrapping around my waist. Briefly closing my eyes, I exhaled. It felt so damn right. She belonged on the back of my bike. It killed me seeing her like this with Rider.
No. Fuckin’. More. My bike or none at all.
With a click of the control, the large metal gate opened and we rolled out of the compound. The warm breeze instantly whipped against my face and Mae buried her head into my cut, clutching me close. I knew just the place to take her.
Passing the two agents that were always on surveillance for the ATF, I flicked them the middle finger. Mae giggled into the Hades patch on my back. As we cruised down the open back roads, I was able to breathe, reboot, relax. I’d always loved being on the open road: no pressures, no expectations, no f**ker needing me to talk.
Spotting my turnoff, I leaned left, scrambling down a narrow trail road coming out on the Colorado River. Slowing to a crawl, I heard Mae gasp. I knew she’d love this route. I was trespassing on private land, of course, but no one would stop us. I was the motherfuckin’ Hangmen Mute! They’d run far, far away.
Mae’s hands unclasped from around my waist, her arms lifting in the air. Checking her out in my wing mirror, I watched her tip back her head, hands touching sky, eyes closed, her face lapping up the sweet taste of freedom.
I wanted her. Right f**kin’ now.
Rolling to a stop, I hit the kickstand, parking the Harley beside a large oak. Turning around on my bike, I grabbed Mae’s thighs and pulled her onto my lap, right over my hard cock. Her blue eyes widened, their pools of color reflecting in the moonlight. Then that f**kin’ nose of hers twitched. In an instant, my hand wrapped around her head and I smashed my lips to her mouth. Mae was into it, giving me everything right back.
Tucking my hands under her ass, I groaned when she rocked against my dick. Breaking the kiss, my head dropped back to a hiss, a small knowing smile spreading on her lips.
Mae clasped her hands ’round my neck and shifted forward, her pu**y slipping right along my cock.
“Ah,” I hissed and, using my neck for balance, Mae began to grind that pu**y back and forth, her eyes widening, immediately getting off on it too.
Reaching up with one hand, the other hurrying the movements of her hips, I zipped down her jacket, her thin Hangmen tank underneath. Palming her tit, I massaged the flesh and my eyes rolled back—no f**kin’ bra.
Jesus. This bitch was gonna kill me.
Wrenching down the neck of her tank, her smooth milky skin came into view, her fat dusky nipple hard like a pink bullet. Ducking down, I wrapped my mouth around her tit, a loud moan slipping from her mouth as she worked her hips even faster.
Fuck, it was too good. I was gonna come… from a bitch dry-humping me through my jeans, on my bike… fuck. Mae’s breath came hard and fast, the nails on her fingers digging into the flesh of my neck. Moving back, I leaned against the Harley’s handlebars and Mae released her hold and palmed her hands on my chest.
Sucking on my lip ring, my hips jerked as she rocked back and forth, her eyes locked on mine as her breath paused. A long, guttural moan ripped from her throat. The sight of her head flung back, firm round tits out on show and coming like a tidal wave made me come, my c**k so hard under her warm pu**y I thought it was gonna burst through the zipper.
As her hips slowed, Mae’s jerky movements sent aftershocks right through my groin, and I gripped her tank at the waist as she wound herself down. Finally done, Mae crashed forward, her chest meeting mine, her warm breath blowing against my neck and her hands tucking around my waist.