Stripped Down (Tap That)

That was not acceptable. “Here, climb on.” He held his hand out. “It’s thunder black smoke, with a custom trim color. I had this thing built exactly the way I wanted it. I’ve had a thing for motorcycles since I was a kid.”

Just like he had with Sloane. Now as he helped her climb on, he figured this was as good as it was going to get. Sloane on his bike in a tight tank top. She looked hot as hell. She had long lean legs, spread wide to accommodate the bike.

Glancing at him, clearly amused, she tossed her hair, raking it off her face. It did fantastic things to her chest. Rick reached out and cupped her tit, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Don’t you feel bad ass?” he asked. “Because you look bad ass.”

“I feel a little bad ass,” she admitted. She grabbed the handlebars. “Are you going to take me for a ride?”

Rick adjusted his cock in his jeans. “On the Indian? Another day. But I can give you a different kind of ride.”

She laughed softly. “Four on the flirt scale. Too predictable.”

He thumbed her nipple, which had gotten nice and firm for him. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. “Oh, and you’re unpredictable?”

She nodded. “I can be. I used to be all the time. Then I seem to have forgotten now. But now that I’m back in Beaver Bend, I’m remembering how carefree I used to be.”

He liked where this was going. “That’s a good thing then.”

She sat up again and peeled off her tank top, exposing those delicious tits for his full view. Rick swore under his breath. She tucked the tank top into the waistband of her pink sleep shorts and rose up a little, clenching her thighs. Hands in her hair, she gave him a sassy look. “Do I look like a pin up girl?”

He nodded, slowly, backing up so he could really appreciate the view. “I’d buy this calendar that’s for damn sure.” He pulled out his phone.

“You are not going to take a picture of me.” But she didn’t change positions or look alarmed in any way.

“I am if you say it’s okay.” His dick was so hard it was throbbing painfully in his jeans. His tongue felt too thick for his mouth.

“I should be worried about an evidence trail.” She bit her lip, which only made him groan again.

“And?”

She threw her leg back over the bike, disappointing him even more than he had been when the Vikings lost in the playoffs. But then, magic happened. Sloane didn’t dismount the bike. She just eased her sleep shorts down, giving him a flash of her dark curls before kicking the shorts onto the floor.

“What are you doing?” he asked, fucking scandalized and as turned on as maybe he’d ever been.

“This.” She lifted her leg again and the view he got nearly killed him.

“Fuck,” he said, already reaching for her.

But she waved him away and settled down onto his bike. She shivered. “Oh, that feels kind of dirty.”

“It’s a lot dirty. And gorgeous.” He had to shift his feet apart to give his dick more room.

“No, I mean it’s cold steel on my warm body.”

He could see goosebumps were marching across her arms. “Your body or your pussy?”

She bit her lip. “Pussy.”

/> He’d never be able to ride the Indian again without thinking of Sloane straddling her, bare ass and pussy resting on the machine. She had no idea what she was doing to him. None. Or maybe she did and she liked torturing him. But he didn’t think so. She was just exploring, having fun.

“I should keep you awake more often.”

That made her laugh. “Please, I beg you, no.”

“You’re begging me?” Rick put his phone back in his pocket. “I like the sound of that.”

She rolled her eyes. “Where is River, by the way?”

He did not want to think about his sister. “Tucked in bed, asleep. I have the building under surveillance and she’s all locked in. Both to the building and the apartment. Please don’t call me a bad parent. I get that enough from my father. He thinks she’d be better off living in his mold-infested hellhole than with me.”