Like he’d been saving a jolt of adrenaline to his engine for this very moment, Panther burst forward, flying to the finish line.
Fuck. Fuck that, fuck me, and fuck his bike on steroids.
As I slowed to a stop, Panther jumped off his bike, tearing off his helmet, and it took less than two seconds for me to do the same. I stalked across the sand, the water crashing against the rocks not far from us, and jammed my finger into his chest.
“Are you fucking kidding with riding on the sidewalk? I doubt that was in your rulebook.”
Fire blazed in Panther’s eyes, hot and triumphant. “I told you to throw out the rulebook.”
“I didn’t realize you even knew how.”
Panther stepped forward, pushing me back. “So now you know how it feels, right? When someone doesn’t follow the rules?” His voice was low and husky, and I could feel my cock stirring. “Makes you want to kick my ass, doesn’t it?”
“I wasn’t thinking kicking. I was thinking fucking.”
Panther strode forward the two steps he needed until his chest was up against mine. “Is that all you ever think about?”
Not about to back down, I angled my chin up. “When it comes to you, yeah, pretty much. Also, I was just watching your ass for the last twenty miles, and I gotta say, you bent over—”
Panther grasped my chin, halting my words. His eyes were boring into mine now, even as his fingers dug into my skin, and his aggression was ramping up my need to push him that little bit further.
“Aw, come on, don’t stop there,” I said. “Things were just getting interesting.”
Panther took a step forward, making me take one back, and when my foot sank into the sand, causing me to stumble a little, he smirked and kept coming until the two of us were between two massive rock formations the waves had carved out over the years.
Out of the public. Out of sight. We were one hundred percent hidden from view, and when my back came up against the jagged surface behind me, Panther stopped, dropped his hand, and said, “Unzip your fucking jeans.”
26 Panther
SOMEWHERE BETWEEN THE time I kicked Solo’s ass and when he’d torn his helmet off to give me a good tongue lashing, all of my pent-up anger and frustration had finally reached its boiling point. That was the only excuse I had for myself, as I watched the sexy daredevil reach for the button of his jeans.
Hell, who was I kidding? They weren’t the only reasons I was out here. They weren’t the only reasons I’d picked such a secluded place as the end point to this death race alongside the Black Rock Cliffs. The real reason I’d ordered him here, the real reason I’d suggested it, was that somewhere in the back of my mind, I’d known it would come to this.
I’d known from the first moment I’d locked eyes with Solo in that damn bar that I was going to have him, that he was going to be mine, and it was going to start right fucking now.
“Unzip my jeans, huh?” Solo’s tongue came out to tease his lower lip as he popped the button free.
“That’s what I said, wasn’t it?”
“It was, but the last time we went down this road you got cold feet and tossed me the fuck out. I don’t really do repeats, so…”
Quick as a flash, I reached for his jeans and tugged him off the rocks and into contact with me. As he aimed a defiant look in my direction, I slowly lowered his zipper.
“Does this feel like a repeat to you?”
Solo grabbed hold of my arms, much like he had that day on base when I’d all but devoured him against the locked door.
“It doesn’t feel like anything— Ahh…shit,” he said, as I shoved my hand inside his jeans and found his hard cock. Solo’s fingers dug into my biceps, and I muscled him back against the rocks.
“What was that? You don’t feel anything?” I made sure to add a nice, firm stroke to emphasize my point, then lowered my head until my mouth hovered over his. “Liar.”
“God,” he said, his hot breath ghosting over my lips.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I tightened my grip on his throbbing dick, and Solo’s eyes flared. “You’d like me to turn you around, pull down these jeans, and fuck you right here.”
Solo shoved forward, tunneling through my fist in his quest for more friction. His gorgeous, whiskey-colored eyes were now dark and heavy-lidded from the lust overtaking any form of common sense, as he bit down into his lip and nodded.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. But I’m still deciding if you deserve that.”
Solo’s chest rose and fell as I continued to work him, his breathing becoming more rapid. “Deserve what?”
I brought my other hand up to take hold of his chin, and when I had him exactly where I wanted him, I grazed my lips over his. “My cock in your ass.”