9
Dane’s fingers stroked Joy’s soft leather-covered belly and imagined what he might do if there were far fewer layers of clothes between them.He adored the changes her body had gone through since they were essentially still kids, no matter how grown they’d thought they were.She was lush—all woman.And when she punched it and gave the motorcycle more power, he whooped as they shot forward.
Being with her was exhilarating.These had always been the best moments of his life.Especially when Walker was with them too.Maybe they should have let her drive from the beginning—where might she have taken them if only they’d given her the chance?
Dane swore then and there that he would do better this time.
He wished he wasn’t wearing a helmet so he could bury his face in the crook of her neck and kiss the soft skin there while they flew along the country roads.Of course, that would probably be a terrible idea.His cock didn’t seem to care.It hardened, pressing up against the swells of Joy’s ass.Despite the denim of their jeans, she had to feel how much she excited him.
They rode together, leaning and swaying as they took turn after turn.
Between the rumble of the engine, holding Joy in his arms, and the way her body cradled his cock, Dane was a little concerned he might embarrass himself.So he squeezed his knees around her until she glanced over her shoulder.
“Pull over?”he shouted.
She found the next appropriate spot and did just that, guiding them to the shoulder and bracing her foot on the ground like a seasoned veteran, which did nothing to make him want her any less.
“Everything okay?”she asked as she rotated to face him.
“Yeah.I mean, I think so.”Dane climbed off the bike and strode a few feet into the woods.Sticks and leaves crackled beneath his boots.At least it had warmed up some from the cold snap they’d had recently.He braced himself on a pine tree and tried to get his head on straight.It was hard to do when he was high on adrenaline and Joy.
“You have to pee or something?”she called.“Go ahead, I’m not looking.”
Dane snorted at that.After everything they’d been through—hell, they might even have created a child together—he wouldn’t be in the least bit concerned about whipping it out in front of her.Especially not with his back turned.He spun to face her.“No, sorry.I just needed a second.”
“Please tell me you’re freaking out because you’re as turned on as I am right now,” Joy rasped, as she shook out her hair and set her helmet aside.She was his every fantasy come to life.
A grown-up version of the kid he’d crushed on, completely capable of caring not only for herself, but another human being.She was glorious and he wanted her like he’d never lusted after any woman before or since.
Dane beckoned her, curling his fingers toward his palm.She came, as if drawn by the elements, the same ones that hadn’t let him escape her pull for very long throughout his life.No matter how far he ran, he would never be impervious to her allure.He was sure of that now.
“You know I am.”He glanced down at where his hard-on distorted his pants, the hem of his leather jacket just a bit too short to obscure the evidence of it.
“I was hoping you hadn’t stuck a gun in your pocket or something.”She winced.“I never can tell with you…or Walker.”
“I don’t carry anymore.”He frowned.“Though maybe I should start again…”
Joy shook her head.She stepped closer and put two fingers over his mouth, making him long to draw them inside and suck on them until she let him do far more interesting things to her.“I’m happy to be away from that lifestyle.I only meant that you never need me as badly as I need you.”
“What?”Dane stared at her, absolutely dumbfounded.
There was no way he was going to let her live with that lie another moment.
Dane whispered, “I hope this isn’t the wrong thing to do.I’m not sure anymore with you, Joy.But I have to taste you.To show you just how much I’ve missed you, now and always.”
“Do it,” she urged, her eyes pleading even as she demanded he follow through.
He cupped her cheeks in his palms and drew her face to him while he leaned in to bridge the gap between their mouths.The first brush of his lips against hers sent a lightning bolt of desire straight to his balls.They clenched and made him shudder.
“Fuck,” he muttered into her mouth.“I could come just from tasting you, I swear.”
Joy whimpered as if the admission of his desire was enough to wring a similar response from her.He stayed still, giving her time to adjust to their reconnection, but she didn’t seem to approve of his hesitation.She fisted the back of his jacket in her hands and crushed them together from pelvis to shoulders before feeding him her sweet moans and the tip of her tongue.
He let her take whatever she wanted from him.
If he were Walker, he would have assumed control, guided the exchange, but… That wasn’t Dane, not anymore and probably not ever.Truth was, he’d always felt Joy would wake up one day and realize she was far too strong-willed for him.Instead, she seemed to relish the reins he gave her.She thrived, transforming into a wildcat.
Joy switched her hold.She wrapped her arms around his neck and backed him into the tree.His shoulders hit the bark hard enough to make him grunt.Then she started to climb him, or at least it seemed like she might.Her leg was hooked at his hip.So he grabbed it, holding it there as Joy hopped.