Blood & Bones: Ozzy (Blood Fury MC 9)

He could deal with some frozen fingers and toes, he couldn’t deal with dumping his sled. And possibly ending up dead or, even worse, disabled to the point he could never ride again.

If he couldn’t ride, he might as well be dead.

At first getting a Harley had been a means to an end, then it wormed into his blood, became his life. He quickly discovered the appeal in both the biker lifestyle and having a powerful machine between his legs.

He took Shay on one of his favorite routes, down Rt. 362 and through Tioga State Forest and into Colton State Park. Since the park was closed after five to everyone except registered campers, he had a secret way in. With no traffic and all the picnic areas away from the busy campground deserted, he knew the perfect spot to take a break.

Quiet. Private. A place where he’d know if a park ranger was patrolling nearby with plenty of time to make their escape.

He downshifted as he slowed and pulled into a little parking area. He did a quick circle around the paved lot to make sure no other couples had the same idea as him, then found a dark corner to park and shut off his sled.

Once the echo of his straight pipes quieted, they heard nothing but a light summer breeze rustling the leaves of the trees and the nocturnal call of crickets and frogs.

“Should we be here? Isn’t the park closed?” Shay asked, releasing his waist and sitting up.

He missed her weight against his back immediately. “Yeah.”

“Yes to which one?”

He offered his hand to her to help her off his sled and she took it, dismounting. “Just gonna stretch our legs a bit. Nobody’s gonna care.”

She released a loud sigh, not of impatience but more of satisfaction as she wandered away from his sled. He dismounted and kept an eye on her as she walked some large circles in the dark. “I’m glad we waited until later. The heat isn’t quite as awful. But I’m not used to being on a motorcycle anymore, so I’m a little stiff.” Placing her hands on her hips, she arched her back, stretching it. The move shoved her tits out.

Suddenly, she wasn’t the only one stiff.

“This is pretty isolated,” she called back to him where he stood by his sled, unable to keep his eyes off her, even in the dark with only slivers of the moonlight shining through the thick trees, creating pockets of inky-black darkness.

Then it hit him. For fuck’s sake, she was a woman with a man she only met the day before in an isolated area… “You worried about bein’ here with me?”

She stepped out of the shadows and up to him. “Should I be? Do you plan on assaulting me and leaving me for dead?”

Her tone held amusement and, to him, that meant she wasn’t worried about that at all.

“Wasn’t in the plans for tonight,” he murmured.

“Well, that’s good. Dying wasn’t part of my plan for tonight, either. Plus, if it was in yours, I doubted you would’ve bothered with dinner first.”

He snorted. “Maybe dinner was just to butter you up first.”

She stepped closer. “Maybe it was just to butter you up first.”

“No butter needed,” he assured her. “Whatever you want, just ask.”

“Anything?” Even in the dark, he could see her grin.

“Anythin’ in my power. Don’t got that much power, though.”

She took one more step closer. “Ah, I think you have more power than you know.”

He looked down into her face and wished the area was better lit.

“You’re not stretching your legs,” she murmured.

“Nope.”

“We didn’t stop here to stretch our legs, did we?”

“Nope.”

She took another step closer, until they were toe to toe. She tipped her head back and asked in a whisper, “Why did we stop here, then?”

He curled his fingers under her long braid and around the back of her neck. “To collect my winnings from last night.” He dropped his head until his lips were slightly above hers. He kept his hold light in case she didn’t want the same thing as he did. This way she could easily break away and tell him no.

“I gave you a kiss last night.”

“My prize ain’t just a kiss.”

Her words whispered over his parted lips. “You said we were playing for the same thing.”

“Also said I’d collect the rest later.”

She slipped her hand under his open cut and fisted his T-shirt at his gut. Her tits were rising and falling quickly and her breathing had become ragged. “Now?”

“Now.” And maybe again later. If she was willing.

He crushed his mouth to hers and her lips parted without any encouragement from him. But this was a start.

Shay was not shy at all in the way she kissed. Her tongue tangled with his, she nipped his bottom lip, she grabbed the back of his head and tried to pull him closer.