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She lets out a little squeal when I pick her up and carry her toward the café, only putting her down when we reach the sidewalk.

After we have lunch, we walk along the beach, and on the way home, we stop to check out the progress on the bakery build. Luella smiles when she sees it. The new building will be even bigger and better, and the kitchen is almost double the size it was. She still doesn’t know that I own the building and charge her half the rent she’d be paying elsewhere. Luella also doesn’t know the amount she does pay goes into a savings account for her.

Before we ride back to the clubhouse, I stop and park my bike at one of the hidden rest stops surrounded by thick trees.

“What are we doing?” she asks, jumping off my Harley and looking around.

Gripping the globes of her ass, I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around me. I saw the book she was reading yesterday and didn’t miss her biting her lip as she was lost in the words. Curious, when she put her Kindle down, I opened it and reread a few pages.

Seems like we share a fantasy, and right now, I’m going to play it out for us.

“I’m going to fuck you on my bike, baby,” I say in a husky tone.

She looks around as if making sure we’re alone. “What if someone comes here?”

“We’ll hear them if they do,” I say, pushing her back against the tree and kissing her. Her hands shoot up to grip the back of my neck, and she gently grinds against me. “You want that? Me to bend you over my bike and fuck you from behind?”

She nods, her cheeks flushing.

“Use your words, baby girl,” I demand.

“Yes, I want you to fuck me on your bike.”

“That’s what I thought.” I smirk, placing open-mouth kisses along Luella’s neck until she’s panting for me. With my hands on her hips, I lift her onto the bike, then flip her so her back presses to my chest. Reaching around, I unzip the leather jacket and tease her nipples through the thin cotton of her T-shirt.

“Are you wet for me, Luella?”

“Yes,” she gasps, pushing her ass back against my hard cock.

“Good girl.” I undo the button on her jeans and slide them down with her panties. “Now bend over for me and stick out that sexy ass of yours.”

She does as she’s told while I get my cock out and place it at her entrance. Easing into her inch by inch, I pull back again before driving forward all the way.

“Haze,” she whimpers as I start to move. She’s so short I end up lifting her and holding her there instead of me squatting down, fucking her hard. She’s so wet and perfect, and fuck!

“Touch your clit,” I rasp.

“I’m close,” she whispers.

“Wait for me,” I growl.

“Haze, hurry,” she pleads.

Two more thrusts, and then I bark, “Now!”

She comes all over my cock as I finish inside her, and it’s fucking perfect.

I bury my face in her neck, my chest rising and falling as I catch my breath.

“That was… so hot,” she notes softly, reaching back and running her hands through my short hair. “This has been the best date ever.”

Date.

She’s right, this was our official first date, and I plan to take her on many more.

We ride back to the clubhouse, and the thought of Luella with my cum still inside her has me dragging her to our room the second we get there and fucking her again before we make it in the shower, where Luella gets down on her knees and makes me come in her mouth. I return the favor, lifting her legs over my shoulder and eating her pussy until she screams.

I should have known that when things are going too well for me, something usually happens to fuck it up. And in this case, it’s Daisy sitting in the kitchen when we finally make it back downstairs.