Page 63 of Chef
“You need better friends, babe,” I tease as she presses her lips to mine.
“Why? I love them!”
“I’m sure you do,” I reply drily, swinging my leg over my bike.
Taking a seat, Sage settles behind me, arms wrapped around my waist. She feels fucking perfect back there. I share a look with Justice who has Joe on the back of his bike, and I know he knows how I feel. So does Sniper with Nell on the back of his, and Vex with Loyal. The rest of our single brothers all roll their eyes or make comments, but none of their bullshit will wipe the smile off my face.
“Hey, Sage! Now Nathaniel’s gone, you thinking about divorcing this asshole yet?” TumTum teases and I lunge toward him, almost tipping me and Sage from my bike.
“No way! I don’t believe in returns,” Sage laughs behind me.
“Oh I can’twaittil you meet your match, brother,” I tell TumTum with a smile. And a bit of menace.
His eyes grow wide. “Shit.”
“Yeah, shit is right.” Dex adds as he rolls past us, laughing. “TumTum, lead the way.”
TumTum does his thing, fist raised in the air, then pointing in the direction we’re headed. We roll out, one after the other, pipes loud in the air and the vibrations beneath us. We’re a fuckingforce to be reckoned with, like this. Just one roaring juggernaut in the sticky Louisiana air, wind in our hair, and nothing but us and the road.
Out here, Sage laughing at my back, arms tight around my waist, her ring on my finger, this is what I deserve. It’s what I always deserved but I had to learn the hard fucking way to get it through my thick skull.
Sage’s arms squeeze me gently, hand drifting down and settling on my cock. “You happy?”
“More than you’ll fucking ever know, babe.”
I rest my hand on her calf and squeeze gently, asking her, no, telling her to keep her roaming hands at bay. Not just for our safety, but for the safety of my fucking jeans.
“Babe.”
“At the first sign of a turnaround, I need you to take me home.”
“Babe?” I glance over my shoulder, and instead of worry, written all over Sage’s face is mischief.
Pure fucking mischief.
***
I come to a skid outside our cabin, not even bothering to park neatly or anywhere near Sage’s little dinky car. If I could fucking park inside the front door I would. This woman has gotten me so keyed up I’ve been leaking cum for the last seven miles.
I kick the door open, catching it with my hand before it swings back on Sage, who has climbed me like a spider monkey and is currently grinding her hot little pussy against me.
“Clothes off. Now,” she says, unfurling her legs and dropping to her feet.
She kicks off her boots before unbuttoning her jeans, shoving them down her thick thighs until they puddle on the floor.
“Move!” she growls at me, hands roughly gripping the bottom of my shirt, trying to get it up and over my head.
Her eyes darken when she sees my chest, still littered with healing scars.
“Hey, hey, look at me, only me.” I tilt her face up so she has nowhere to look but into my eyes. “He’s fucking dead. We won, babe. You and me.” I press my lips to hers, my tongue licking the seam of her lips, asking for permission.
Sage grips the back of my head, holding me to her tighter, harder, our tongues dueling, kiss becoming frantic. If I have any hope of lasting and not embarrassing myself I need to slow us down.
I tear my lips from hers, my hand resting gently at the base of her throat. Pinning her to the wall I lean my head down, and gently bite at her bra clad tits. I don’t know how she managed to get so many layers off to my one shirt, but fuck, I’m not complaining when I have her heaving tits in my face.
“So. Fucking. Perfect." I nip at each breast, stopping to suck her pert nipple through the lace, causing Sage to groan, her head thumping back against the wall in pleasure.
Her pleas are music to my ears, but it’s not what I want. I want her screaming my name, eyes closed, legs shaking as she creams on my fingers. The thought of it has my mouth watering and my fingers trailing gently up the inside of her thigh. A growl slips out of my when I reach her slick upper thighs.
