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“Hell yeah.” I’ve been dreaming about fucking her on my bike since I laid eyes on her. I carry her to the bike and knock the helmets to the ground. I’ll deal with them after I finish making my woman scream.

I strip naked and climb on, then sit on the front seat facing backward and use one foot to hold the bike steady. Julia climbs onto the back seat, facing forward. I lean back onto the bike’s fuel tank. My cock’s hard as steel and ready for her to ride, but she doesn’t jump on right away. Instead, she grins at me while slowly lowering her lips to my cock.

I groan and almost lose control of the bike. My legs shake as she sucks along the length of my shaft. When she wraps her luscious lips around the head and slowly lowers her mouth down me, I’m halfway to heaven. She works her gorgeous mouth up and down my cock, licking and sucking everywhere. Even my balls get the attention they deserve. Sometimes I wonder how the hell I landed this amazing woman, but I try not to question it too hard.

She’s working me into a frenzy. I’m ready to blow my load down her throat, but that’s not how I want this to end. I want her on me, riding me, fucking me like the little vixen she is.

“Ride my cock,” I growl.

“Yes, Scar,” she says in that innocent, sing-song voice that drives me fucking nuts.

As she slowly lowers her hot, tight, wet little pussy onto my dick, I moan. She’s so perfect, and she’s mine forever. I can’t believe how goddamn lucky I am.

She rocks her hips in a slow, luxurious rhythm. Her lips part, and her eyes flutter closed.

“Baby, you feel so good,” I moan.

“Make love to me, Scar.”

I grab her hips and guide her into a slightly faster rhythm. She’s milking my cock and stealing my soul at the same time. She could ask for anything she wanted right now, and I’d give it to her. Sometimes I feel like my heart can’t contain all the love I have for her. She’s everything to me. My life. My heart. My soul.

“Oh, Scar, faster,” she whimpers.

I hold her hips tighter and grind her pussy on my cock. She doesn’t even have to move because I’m doing all the work for us. Just listening to her sighs and moans is enough to push me to the edge. I hang on for as long as I can because I want her pussy clamped down on me when we come.

I know exactly how to get her there, so I slide my hand between us and brush my thumb over her clit. Her breath hitches. Her stunning green eyes fly open to meet mine. I get lost in the love I find in them. She broke my heart wide open, and I love her more every day for it. It’s what I’m going to do for the rest of my life.

She rocks back against me, urging me on. I sink into her again and again. The tingling at the base of my spine starts, and my balls tighten. I’m so fucking close, but I’m not going without her. I caress her clit, swirling my finger around and around, stroking it, teasing it, rubbing it until she stops breathing. Her neck arches, and her mouth falls open. Her eyes roll back, and that’s all the warning I get before her pussy squeezes my dick in rapid pulses. I grunt and bury myself deep, following her into total ecstasy. I fill her with everything I have.

After my cock twitches for the last time, I stay inside her. When I’m here, I’m home. All I need is her. I don’t really care where we live as long as we’re together. But hopefully, she loves this house as much as I do, because I want to make love to her all over it. On the porch on a blanket. In the grass by the river. On the giant kitchen island. In front of the great stone fireplace in the living room. I want her everywhere, and I’ll have the rest of our lives to make all those fantasies come true. But first, I need to know if she likes the house.

I help her off the bike, and she stands on shaky legs while trying to redress. I help her, then pull my clothes on. Now that we’re not blinded by desire, we can give this place a real look.

We tour the house, noting the number of seats available at the island. There are twelve, which is enough for all the brothers as well as any children Julia and I will have. Eventually, if the brothers get married, we might have to add onto the kitchen, but we don’t have to worry about that right now.

“Let’s check out the bedrooms,” she says with a twinkle in her eye.

“Babe, we just had sex. I’m not a machine.”

“Could have fooled me last night. You came three times.”

“Didn’t know you were keeping score.”

“I was.” She smirks. “I came five.”

“Only five?” I slide my hands around her waist and draw her closer. “If that’s all, then I’m clearly not doing my job.”

“You can make it up to me later.” She winks.

“Woman!”

She giggles and runs into the owner’s bedroom. When she sees the four-poster bed, she squeals and jumps onto it. Fortunately, all the furniture comes with the house, so if we happen to break the bed, it’s not a big deal.

“Oh, there’s a bathroom in here, too.” She rolls off the other side of the bed before I can catch her, and walks into the ensuite. A large marble tub sits under a huge window overlooking the river. Pine trees and quaking aspen add to the view without obscuring it. “I’m going to be so clean.”

“Hopefully not too clean, my dirty girl.” I wrap my arms around her waist and brush my lips against her earlobe. She shivers against me. “I love this place.”

“Me, too.” I turn her around and kiss her softly, pouring all the love I have for her into it.