babe.”
“Goddamnit, Torch.”
It wasn’t the time to get into a pissing match with her, that would just get him hard again. “Oh relax, woman. You ever been on a motorcycle?”
She shook her head. “Can’t say I have.”
Torch liked that. There was something about being the first one to have her on the back of a bike that turned him on. Like he needed more reasons. “Perfect day to pop that cherry then. Go put on something with long sleeves over that tank, we’re leaving in a minute.”
She smirked. “I’m pretty sure I didn’t say yes.”
Like she had a choice. “You didn’t say no. You scared, buttercup?”
“Fuck you, I’m not scared of shit,” she snapped.
Christ, that sass. He loved it. On raggedy bitches, a dirty mouth was usually just trashy. But this woman? She was the epitome of femininity in every other way. Dirty words spewing from those pretty lips was damn sexy. He could just imagine her cursing up a storm when he finally managed to get her naked and under him. His dick was already excited at the prospect.
Make no mistake, he’d have her in exactly that position. One way or another.
“Good. Get moving,” he ordered.
“Torch—”
“Babe. Move it.”
Liv groaned, but did as she was told, stomping her feet like a petulant child for added dramatic flair.
Fuck, she was going to drive him insane.
: : : :
“Okay, now wrap your arms around me and hold on tight,” Torch instructed as she mounted the bike, leaving several inches of space between their hips. “You’re gonna have to get closer than that, babe.”
“Seriously?”
“You wanna fucking fall off?”
“Not really.” She slid forward and straddled him. Her hands reached around his chest. She wasn’t lying about it being her first time.
“Lower, sweetheart. Can’t have you squeezing the air out of my lungs.”
She dropped her hands down until they were just above his belt. What he wouldn’t have given for her to unbuckle it and slide her fingers inside. “Now, when we hit a curve, you go with the flow and lean with me. Don’t freak out and pull the other way.”
“You won’t make really sharp turns, right? Somebody told me that I look like shit covered in cuts and bruises.”
Did she honestly think he’d take any chances of laying down the bike with her on it? “Shut up and relax. I’ve got you.”
He started up the bike and stretched his neck while it warmed up. It was all kinked up from a restless night on Snoop’s ratty old couch. Kicking the stand back, he twisted the throttle slightly to rev the engine. It was a shameless attempt at motorcycle foreplay. He flinched as her nails dug into his stomach, positive that she could break skin with those claws. Which wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing under different circumstances.
“ Babe , I got you,” he assured her again. She eased up and leaned her entire body into the back of his leather, the side of her face resting on his shoulder.
He pulled the clutch, shifted down to first gear, and made a few slow loops through the parking lot, letting her adjust to the bike’s feel and movement before pulling out and speeding up.
Soon enough, her body completely relaxed into his, and the three of them—Liv, Torch, and his Harley—became one with the road.
: : : :
They rode for a couple hours before Torch decided to pull off in a picnic area to give her virgin legs a break. It was still morning, but getting balmy already.
An enormous smile stretched across her face. “That was amazing .”
Torch smiled too, pleased and energized. Her enthusiasm was infectious. “Anytime you wanna ride, you call me. Don’t be getting on another man’s bike.”
“Seriously? That’s the most ridiculous request ever, Torch,” she scoffed.
“It’s not a request , Liv.”
Reaching into his saddlebags, he pulled out sodas, turkey sandwiches he’d made, and a thin blanket. Setting the spread out on the grass, she took a seat beside him and inhaled her lunch
“Goddamnit, Torch.”
It wasn’t the time to get into a pissing match with her, that would just get him hard again. “Oh relax, woman. You ever been on a motorcycle?”
She shook her head. “Can’t say I have.”
Torch liked that. There was something about being the first one to have her on the back of a bike that turned him on. Like he needed more reasons. “Perfect day to pop that cherry then. Go put on something with long sleeves over that tank, we’re leaving in a minute.”
She smirked. “I’m pretty sure I didn’t say yes.”
Like she had a choice. “You didn’t say no. You scared, buttercup?”
“Fuck you, I’m not scared of shit,” she snapped.
Christ, that sass. He loved it. On raggedy bitches, a dirty mouth was usually just trashy. But this woman? She was the epitome of femininity in every other way. Dirty words spewing from those pretty lips was damn sexy. He could just imagine her cursing up a storm when he finally managed to get her naked and under him. His dick was already excited at the prospect.
Make no mistake, he’d have her in exactly that position. One way or another.
“Good. Get moving,” he ordered.
“Torch—”
“Babe. Move it.”
Liv groaned, but did as she was told, stomping her feet like a petulant child for added dramatic flair.
Fuck, she was going to drive him insane.
: : : :
“Okay, now wrap your arms around me and hold on tight,” Torch instructed as she mounted the bike, leaving several inches of space between their hips. “You’re gonna have to get closer than that, babe.”
“Seriously?”
“You wanna fucking fall off?”
“Not really.” She slid forward and straddled him. Her hands reached around his chest. She wasn’t lying about it being her first time.
“Lower, sweetheart. Can’t have you squeezing the air out of my lungs.”
She dropped her hands down until they were just above his belt. What he wouldn’t have given for her to unbuckle it and slide her fingers inside. “Now, when we hit a curve, you go with the flow and lean with me. Don’t freak out and pull the other way.”
“You won’t make really sharp turns, right? Somebody told me that I look like shit covered in cuts and bruises.”
Did she honestly think he’d take any chances of laying down the bike with her on it? “Shut up and relax. I’ve got you.”
He started up the bike and stretched his neck while it warmed up. It was all kinked up from a restless night on Snoop’s ratty old couch. Kicking the stand back, he twisted the throttle slightly to rev the engine. It was a shameless attempt at motorcycle foreplay. He flinched as her nails dug into his stomach, positive that she could break skin with those claws. Which wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing under different circumstances.
“ Babe , I got you,” he assured her again. She eased up and leaned her entire body into the back of his leather, the side of her face resting on his shoulder.
He pulled the clutch, shifted down to first gear, and made a few slow loops through the parking lot, letting her adjust to the bike’s feel and movement before pulling out and speeding up.
Soon enough, her body completely relaxed into his, and the three of them—Liv, Torch, and his Harley—became one with the road.
: : : :
They rode for a couple hours before Torch decided to pull off in a picnic area to give her virgin legs a break. It was still morning, but getting balmy already.
An enormous smile stretched across her face. “That was amazing .”
Torch smiled too, pleased and energized. Her enthusiasm was infectious. “Anytime you wanna ride, you call me. Don’t be getting on another man’s bike.”
“Seriously? That’s the most ridiculous request ever, Torch,” she scoffed.
“It’s not a request , Liv.”
Reaching into his saddlebags, he pulled out sodas, turkey sandwiches he’d made, and a thin blanket. Setting the spread out on the grass, she took a seat beside him and inhaled her lunch
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