Authors: Jade Allen
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Mona drove in her Mini, making sure that Ryan and
his black Harley stayed in her mirror at all times. She had a giddy, school
girl sort of feeling about inviting this gorgeous man back to her house, even
though she’d extended the invitation with the purest of intentions.
At the time anyway.
As soon as she’d pulled into her driveway and
watched as Ryan parked his motorcycle beside her Mini, she smiled at him.
“Follow me.”
He unfastened his helmet and placed it into the
storage compartment on his bike. As he followed her up to the front door and
into the house, he gave her looks of curiosity and confusion. “I can’t tell if
you’re about to tell me a huge secret or if you’re planning to murder me,” he
joked.
Mona laughed. “No, silly. I just wanted to show
you this.” She opened up the garage door off of her kitchen and walked down
four steps before standing beside the sparkly old Duke. She gestured towards it
with her arms outstretched as though she was presenting a prize on a game show.
“Tada!”
“Whoa,” Ryan said, coming towards The Duke but too
reverent to dare touch it. “You have The Duke? I mean, of course you do. It
makes sense that you’d be the one that got it. It’s just…”
“It’s just that I don’t ride motorcycles,” Mona
finished for him. “But your proposition got me thinking. I have this motorcycle
anyway. I just don’t know how to ride it… I’d hate to crash or even ding it.
But I thought that maybe you could show me how to handle it ?”
He looked into her eyes. She could tell that he
was touched by her saying that he would be the best teacher for her. Suddenly,
instead of saying anything, he had his arms around her.
Ryan hugged Mona’s lithe frame to his body and
kissed her for a full minute, though it felt like no time at all. She looked
slimmer and her skin was a little more pale than usual, but her smile was as
earnest and dazzling as it had always been. After they got over their
giddiness—which took quite a few wordless minutes filled with urgent,
breathless kisses—he said, “I would be happy to show you the ropes.”
She blushed, smiling shyly at him. “I never knew
you liked me like that…”
Unless she was crazy, Ryan was blushing slightly
as well. “I’ve liked you for a long time,” he replied. “But you’ve been so
supportive of me over the years, Mona. So caring. I want to be that for you. I
would love to help you with this, and with anything else you need.”
Gazing into his beguiling green-blue eyes, Mona
kissed him again. It was a sweet, little kiss. After all, this was her school
girl fantasy coming to life. “You’ve always been the strong, tough guy among
the club members,” she said, batting her lashes flirtatiously. “Are you going
soft on me now, Kirby?”
Ryan smiled and pulled her close, whispering into
her ear. “I’ve always been soft for you, Myers.”
Mona burst into laughter, and Ryan felt heat rush
to his cheeks. “Wait! I meant—”
“I know what you meant,” Mona said, chuckling.
“And that’s not true, at all.” She pressed her hips against his and gasped
softly. “Especially not right now.”
His cheeks were bright red, but he made himself
gaze into Mona’s deep blue eyes. “No. I guess I’m not letting you down that
way, huh?”
“No, you aren’t.”
They gazed at each other a moment longer, and then
Mona smiled wide.
“What?”
She didn’t answer him. Instead, she pulled away
and took off her leather jacket, tossing it over the handlebars of her dad’s
prized motorcycle. She was wearing a black tank top, and it clung to her firm waist
and the heavy swell of her breasts, her nipples poking through the soft fabric
like an invitation to reveal them. His eyes dropped to her hands, and his heart
started to pound when he realized she was wiggling out of her jeans.
“Mona!”
“
Ryan,”
Mona responded, and her voice was
so full of need that he took a few steps forward, looking over his shoulder
nervously as she turned around and placed her hands against the wall of the house’s
garage. They were alone in the house, amongst Benny’s most prized possessions.
Hell, Mona was Benny’s
most
prized possession! He’d kill Ryan if he
wasn’t dead…
She turned her head and smiled coyly as he finally
moved to stand behind her, the front of his jeans stretched tight by his
erection.
“Please? I’ve finally got you alone with me. Let’s
do something a little naughty.”
“A little?”
“
A lot,”
Mona allowed, waving her round
behind in his direction. “Please, Ryan? And then we’ll go upstairs and do it in
bed
.”
Ryan laughed and started to unzip his jeans,
relishing the heat that rushed to Mona’s eyes when he pulled out his rigid
shaft. He slipped her briefs off and pocketed them before steadying her waist
and leaning forward to nestle himself between the curve of her cheeks. Mona
shivered and arched her back, closing her eyes as Ryan pressed the head of his
member against her soft, wet opening.
“I love you,” Mona said quietly, looking back at
him as he pushed himself inside her from behind. She gasped as he filled her
walls, and Ryan gripped her waist as slow waves of pleasure started to roll
through his body.
“I love you, too,” he whispered in her ear. The
sensation of her tightness wrapping around him was so intense that he couldn’t
keep himself quiet, and his words came louder than he meant them. “I never
thought I’d find out this way...”
Mona was pushing her hips back against him to meet
his strokes, making small noises of pleasure as his head pressed against her
sensitive G-spot. He slipped his hands under her shirt and cupped her full
breasts, delighting in the low moan he drew from his lover’s lips and he pulled
and twisted on her nipples.
“Ryan!” his name sounded like a incantation on her
lips, and it sent a bolt of electricity through him, wrapping his muscles in a
sweet, sizzling heat that deepened his pleasure. He threw himself against her
harder, pushing his length as deep within her walls as her body would allow.
“Faster! Faster!”
Ryan wrapped his arms around Mona’s waist and held
her against him as tightly as he could. She took one of his hands and placed it
on the swollen nub of her clit, and as he massaged it, her breath quickened and
started to come in soft shrieks. Mona grinded her hips against his harder and
harder, driven to desperation by the ecstasy flooding her body as Ryan slammed
into her in perfect rhythm again and again.
“Oh my God! Baby, I’m coming!” she shouted, as Ryan
felt himself reach his peak simultaneously and with mind-shattering force; his
long, thick shaft exploded deep inside Mona’s wetness, just as she spasmed,
gripping every inch of his thickness tightly, as they both fought to remain
standing. They stood together for a moment, then the sound of a car in the
street outside the garage startled them apart, and they dressed quickly in
their embarrassment, the headiness of the explosive sex they just had still
fresh in their minds.
They’d both wanted it, clearly. And now that it
had actually happened, Mona felt like pinching herself to be sure that it all
hadn’t been a hot dream.
“Wow,” she said as she zipped her pants. “Just as
good as I always imagined.”
“You always imagined that?” Ryan asked, feigning
surprise. “But…You never told me.”
She laughed. “You never asked.”
Ryan gasped as though she had just said the most
mystically baffling thing in the world, and they both burst into laughter.
****
After the hot episode that they shared in the
garage, Mona wasn’t quite ready to hop on the back of a motorcycle. She was
feeling giddy and slightly embarrassed, which wouldn’t help her focus on the
road. “Do you want to come back inside and have a coffee or a beer or
something?”
When the going got awkward, she could always rely
on her barmaid and hostess skills.
Ryan nodded, giving her a shy sort of smile.
“Yeah, that sounds good.” He gave The Duke one last, lingering look before
following her back into the house. They went into the kitchen and he sat
backwards in one of the chairs at the small, white table while she got out some
mugs and prepared the coffee maker.
“So, what’ll it be, coffee or beer?”
He chuckled, gazing at her. “Whatever you’re
having is fine with me.”
She could see, from the corner of her eye, that he
was checking her out. His eyes were focused on her butt. She smirked at him.
“Do you like hazelnut coffee? I could make you another kind.”
“Aw, no, hazelnut’s fine.”
She put enough spoons of coffee grounds into the
filter for two, then turned the maker on. While it brewed, she leaned against
the counter, looking at him and scratching at the back of her neck. Her pixie
cut sometimes itched her there, but never enough to make her regret the hairstyle.
It made her appear more like one of the club members, someone who belonged with
them. At least, to her. “What do we do now?” she asked him.
“Would you like to go out with me?” he asked her
without hesitating. “We could go see a movie, get dinner somewhere…?”
Mona laughed. “I meant about the motorcycle club.”
Ryan looked down, smiling embarrassedly at the
tabletop. “Oh. That. Well, if you want, after we’re caffeinated up, I can take
you out for a ride. You probably don’t want to start just driving The Duke. You
want to ease into it.”
She nodded. “That’s what I was thinking. Get a
feel for it before taking control. I still am not sure if I’d be able to race
with you guys, but…”
He looked up at her and smiled. “No one expects or
wants you to race. You’re the group’s lovely owner. If you got hurt or
something, it’d be all over.”
That made Mona scoff. She didn’t want to be
thought of as a precious flower or anything, even if she was hesitant to ride a
bike and risk injury. “I can handle myself.”
Ryan raised his hands up defensively. “No one
doubts that you can. We’d just rather keep you as our Supreme leader.”
She smiled, nodding a little. “
Supreme leader
,”
she repeated. “I could get used to that.”
The coffee pot let out a beep to alert Mona that
it was done. She went to it and carefully poured them each a cup of coffee.
“Milk and sugar?” she asked him. “I only have artificial sugar. I hope that’s
okay?”
He smirked at her. “That’s fine. Thanks. Are you
watching your calories or something?”
“I’m not,” she said, pretending to glare at him.
“My dad was. He was a big guy, as you well remember I’m sure. He was afraid of
getting diabetes. But you can see how that worked out in the end anyway…” She
frowned slightly, stirring the fake sugar into the coffee cups.
Ryan gave her a sad look. “I’m sorry. I was just
teasing… I didn’t realize he’d been such a health nut.”
Mona guffawed at that. “He wasn’t a health nut. He
loved packing away the burgers and ribs at Hog’s Grogs. He just—I don’t know, I
guess he felt some kind of a sign that he needed to be careful.”
She added a few drops of milk straight from the
carton and then placed Ryan’s mug in front of him before sitting beside him at
the table with her own.
The mug she’d given him said ‘World’s Greatest
Dad.’ He looked over at her curiously before taking a sip. The hazelnut coffee
was heavenly. It tasted kind of like Nutella, but liquefied.
Setting down his mug, he continued to look at her
in a concerned, thoughtful sort of way. “Mona… How have you been holding up?”
He placed his hand on hers. “I get the feeling that no one’s really asked you
that. Everyone was so in shock and sad about what happened to Benny.”
She looked into his eyes, surprised that he was
asking about how she was doing. It seemed as though everyone assumed that their
grief was her grief and that she didn’t need anyone to confide in about it.
After all, she was Benny’s tough girl. She was taking care of herself. But
sometimes taking care of oneself did not mean that one was feeling ‘okay.’
“Thank you for asking,” she said, looking at him
and giving a vague, little smile. She wished that she could reassure him that
she was fine and everything was taken care of, but honestly she felt like she
was broken up inside and had no way of letting that out. She had cried, of
course. She cried a lot, these days. But she also tried to keep most of her
feelings inside. She was Benny’s strong little girl. She couldn’t reveal how
weak she actually felt now.
He gave her hand a soft pat; almost as if he knew
how she was feeling and understood that it was difficult for her to just let
go.
They finished their coffee in a comfortable
silence. She was glad that he was there with her. She was glad that she could
depend on him. “As to your other question,” she said. “Yes, I’d love to go out
with you.” She stood up and took away their empty mugs. Leaning towards him as
she scooped his up, she winked and added, “Normally guys ask that before
fucking the girl, but I love you so I’ll let it slide this time.”
He watched as she went to the dishwasher to store
the mugs away, admiring her ass again and the way her hips swayed when she
walked. She was a bit like a runway model, except she wasn’t quite so thin and
she had muscles. She could probably beat the shit out of a runway model. She put
girls like that to shame.
“So,” she said, clapping her hands together and
grinning at him. “Are you ready to take me for a ride, Mr. Kirby?”
Ryan grinned back at her. “It would be a delight,
Miss Myers.”
She led the way back down the steps into the garage.
Aside from The Duke, the other bikes had been cleared out, but there was a row
of helmets on the shelves around them. “I sold the rest of the motorcycles and
put the money into the kitty for our club,” she explained.
Ryan wasn’t surprised that she’d done something
like that. “It must’ve been hard to give away those bikes,” he said.
Mona nodded. “Yeah… That’s part of why I kept the
helmets. They’re sort of a memorial to them,” she explained. Going over to the
shelf, she lifted up a blue and black helmet, then eyed The Duke to see if the
colors would work well enough together. She didn’t want to clash, even though
it didn’t matter. Case in point, her black outfit and brown jacket.
She put the helmet on, unfastened, and looked at
him. “How do I look?” she asked.
He tried not to laugh, but it was clear from the
expression on his face that he was holding back.
She felt frustrated and started to remove it, but
he stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm, chuckling a little. “No, don’t
take it off. You look good. It looks like it’s supposed to. You just… It looks
so cute on you.”
Mona balled her hand into a fist and moved like
she was going to punch him in the stomach, but then she didn’t. She smiled,
chuckling slightly herself. “It’s not supposed to
look cute
; it’s
supposed to make me look like a serious biker.”
He nodded. “You look like a serious biker,” he
said. “Although, you don’t have to actually be serious.” He winked at her.
Once he’d grabbed a helmet from the shelf as well
– a simple, black one that had been paired with one of Benny’s more standard,
less impressive bikes – they went over to The Duke.
Mona took her leather jacket off of its
handlebars, tossing it over onto the shelf. She eyed the bike as though it were
a priceless artifact. In a way, it was. “So, what do you think we should do
now? Start your lesson, mister.”
First, he demonstrated the proper way to mount a
motorcycle. Once she seemed to have mastered that, he got on and patted the
seat behind him. “I think the best thing to do is just go out on the road. I’ll
show you the tricks of the trade. Watch everything I do carefully.”
Mona nodded briskly. “Got it.” Gingerly, she got
onto the bike behind him. She wrapped her arms around his middle and he started
revving the engine. Pulling out the garage’s remote control from her pocket,
she opened up the door and they were off.