Page 101 of Animal's Reformation
Chapter Twenty-Two
The motorcycle woundaround the twisting road that led to the summit of Mount Estes.
The sun shone bright and warm in a brilliant blue sky dotted with wisps of white clouds while red-tailed hawks performed magnificent aerial displays.
The wind whipped Olivia’s dark hair around her face, and she inhaled deeply, loving the sweet scent of pine and wildflowers infusing the air. With her arms wrapped around Animal’s waist, and her body pressed tight against his back, Olivia took in the view: glacier-carved valleys, meandering creeks, and forests of bristlecone pines. All of it was like a slice of heaven on earth.
“You good?” Animal yelled, shifting gears as the bike climbed up farther.
The vibrations of the engine rippled through her and she leaned closer and kissed his neck. “Great,” she replied.
Sitting on the back of a Harley again thrilled her, but being so close to Animal sent her senses into overdrive. It seemed like a luxury to have the whole day to spend with him instead of the lunchtime quickie from the day before. Recalling their rabid coupling in the back of his SUV made her stomach flutter.
Olivia leaned with the bike as Animal took several sharp turns, finally turning on a dirt road. She secured her hands tighter around him as the motorcycle bumped and bounced for the next couple of miles then came to a stop in front of a crystalline lake. She waited until his feet were firmly on the ground, then got off the bike and stretched out her legs.
“You know how to ride,” Animal said as he swung his leg over the seat of the Harley. “You sit still and know how to lean with me when I make turns.” He snapped open one of the saddle bags.
“Have you taken a lot of women on your bike?” She finger-combed her tangled hair.
“No, but the few I’ve taken squirmed and moved around the whole fuckin’ time.” Animal pulled out a blue plaid blanket and a paper bag from the saddlebag. “Come on.”
Olivia grasped his hand and he led her to a grassy area where he laid down the blanket. The reflection of snow-capped mountains was painted onto the diamond-clear lake. The only sounds were the soft lapping of the ripples upon the shore, an occasional splash of the speckled-fish in the water, and the low buzzing of flies hovering over the deeper parts of the lake.
“It’s so peaceful here,” she murmured.
Animal came up behind her and hooked his arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck. “I wanted to share this with you, baby.”
“I love it,” she said, leaning back into him. A delicious tingle traveled through her: she loved feeling his hard body around her.
Olivia craned her neck and his mouth covered hers, the touch of his lips sending her senses into a frenzy. Animal’s tongue thrust deep into her mouth, and she slid hers against his and moaned.
“Baby,” he muttered.
Olivia broke away and rested her head against his chest, and he buried his face in her neck as he cupped her breasts and squeezed them in his hands. Arousal flashed hot through her system.
“Oh, shit,” she moaned as his nimble fingers teased her nipples, making them grow rock-hard. The pulsing buds pushed against the knit fabric of her top, craving for him to take them into his mouth.
“Olivia,” he whispered.
His hard dick ground against her and she moved in rhythm with him as he bit the nape of her neck. She shivered as one of his hands moved down past her belly, then unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down the zipper. He pushed her pants down and she wiggled a bit until they pooled at her ankles.
His fingers skimmed along the edge of her silk panties.
“Animal,” she rasped.
He rubbed harder against her and slid his fingers under the elastic lace. “So fucking wet,” he growled, burying a finger between her folds.
Olivia took a step to the side, and Animal plunged one of his digits deep inside her. “Yes,” she muttered, her eyes closing.
“You like that,” he said against the skin on the back of her neck, biting then licking it.
“Oh, yeah …”
His finger pulled out then plunged back in even deeper, and his thumb was doing wickedly delicious things to her sensitive spot. Olivia writhed against him, pushing back on his erection, loving the way he grunted each time she did it.
Between the in-and-out action with his finger and that skilled thumb, some serious sensations were burning through her. Damn, the man knew how to push her buttons in the best and most seductive way.
“I fuckin’ love your pussy, baby. I can’t wait to taste you.” His free hand cupped her chin and tilted her head back. “Olivia,” he whispered before pressing his lips to hers. He kissed her deeply as his tongue thrust into her mouth, matching the movement of his fingers.
