Page 127 of Diesel's Perseverance
“The only one I wanna hear it from is you, woman.” He pushed up from the chair.
“You’re more than handsome.” She sashayed over to him and ran her index finger along his jawline. “You’re gorgeous and damn sexy.”
“You keep looking at me like that and we’re gonna stay in and fuck all night.”
“That wouldn’t be bad, would it?” She threw him the sweetest and sexiest smile.
Laughing, he caught her hand and brought it to his lips. “Not at all.”
“But going for a ride is pretty tempting too.”
“We can do both. Ride and then get it on.”
“Are we going to town? Maybe West Pinewood Springs?”
“Around the back roads. You’re gonna love it.”
“I know I will.” She bent down and tugged on a pair of short black boots. “I’m super excited.” Her gaze lifted and met his.
In a heartbeat, Diesel was at her side, pulling her up then drawing her to him. He kissed her gently on the lips.
“You’re different from any woman I’ve known.”
“How many have you been with?” She leaned closer into him.
“A lot. They all mix together, and there was nothing there but lust and some fun times. It’s nothing like what we have going on. No chick can ever compare to you.”
“I like hearing that.” She licked the top of his ear then drew his earlobe in her mouth and sucked gently.
“Fuck…” He pushed into her, his hard dick poking at her soft flesh. “I don’t know what the hell you’re doing to me, but you’re on my mind all the time. I can’t get enough of you, darlin’.”
“And I can’t get enough of you,” Myla whispered breathlessly.
“I like knowing that.” He moved the hair from the side of her neck and lavished the spot with slow, wet kisses.
“You do?” She moved her head further to the side, giving him access to all the sensitive spots that he knew drove her wild.
“Fuck yeah.” He pulled down the strap on her top, exposing her shoulder. Then he kissed it over and over before his mouth trailed up her neck, over her jawline, and landed on her soft lips.
She groaned in pleasure, her fingers running through his hair, then pulled away and stepped back. “We better get going.”
“What the fuck, woman? Are you gonna leave me like this?” He cupped his erection in his hand.
“We can pick up with that later.” She threw him an innocent smile, collected her sunglasses, walked over to the door, and opened it. “Are you coming?”
Shaking his head, he strolled over, lowered his head, and kissed her hard as his hand tweaked her nipples. A small gasp followed by a moan escaped from her parted lips, and she moved closer to him, but he brushed past her and stepped into the corridor. Glancing at her, he said, “You coming?”
Nodding, she smoothed down her top and locked the door behind her. “All set.” She flashed one of her smiles that melted his heart, but he didn’t bite; instead, he snagged her hand and led her down the stairs.
Before heading out, he went behind the bar and snatched several mini-bottles of Jack and a regular-sized bottle of white wine. With his stash under his arm and in one hand, and Myla in tow, he walked out of the clubhouse.
Music and chatter from the partygoers drifted out across the parking lot. The dry wind carried the smell of fresh cannabis, alcohol, tobacco, and body sweat.
“I can’t believe how many people rode in for this party,” she said as she settled on the leather seat.
“Bikers love an excuse to ride and party.” He put the drinks inside a saddlebag then swung his leg over the seat and sat down. He switched on the ignition and the Harley roared to life. He revved the powerful engine, and with her arms grasping him tightly, he blasted off.
Twenty minutes later, they left the noises of the town behind them and rode one-lane backroads through verdant valleys in wildflower country. Palettes of colors, from the indigo-and-white columbine to the fiery oranges of Indian paintbrush bordered both sides of the road. The bike continued its climb into aspen groves and densely wooded areas complemented by rocky mesas and lush pine trees. After crossing over one of the higher passes, a patchwork of small ranches opened up in a yawning valley beneath them. Cows and horses sprinkled the landscape, munching in pastures, and daisies and violet sage dotted the hills and valleys while the smell of fresh-turned earth curled around them.
