Page 84 of Kings Don't Break

Shit. All that’s for me.

I don’t break from her as I begin walking her backward. She’s so tuned into our kisses she might as well be floating the way she moves so seamlessly with me. I’ve gotten her to check her reservations at the door and give into the moment.

I pick Korine up at the first opportunity I have to lay her down, which just so happens to be backward on the seat of a Dyna Super Glide. I barely let her come up for air before I’m crashing my lips against hers again, working my hands on her jeans.

The second they’re unbuttoned and the zipper’s down, I’m dragging the pair off her. She doesn’t stop me; she helps me, kicking out her legs to push them the rest of the way off her shins. Just the sight of her sitting backward on a Harley in nothing but her top and panties is enough to make me come.

I almost do.

I would if I wasn’t holding out for feeling that pussy choke my dick. Feeling it spasm around me as I make her come first.

Kori’s about as tall as the average woman, but damn if her shapely bare legs don’t look a mile fucking long astride either side of the bike. She’s sexy as hell straddling the bike like this. Right down to how her panties offer a maddening view of the outline of her pussy lips.

But just when I think Korine can’t get any sexier, she surprises me yet again—she reaches for the hem of her blouse and pulls it clean off, letting the fabric crumple to the ground. Then she reaches behind herself and unhooks the clasps on her bra. It falls away only to be forgotten like the rest of her clothes.

If I could still form a thought or a sentence before, I damn sure can’t now.

Korine’s always been a beautiful girl. From the time we were kids that much was obvious. By the time we were teenagers that was the bane of my existence. Being her best friend while wanting her in every way. Ways she probably would’ve been overwhelmed by.

But seeing her now, as a woman who’s come into her own, who’s offering herself to me, is a sight I’ll never forget for as long as I live.

Smooth golden-brown skin. Pert tits and dark, pebbled nipples. A toned torso and cinch at the waist. Slim hips and the softest thighs. She’s my fantasy come to life.

In front of me with only a thin layer of fabric hiding the tight wet warmth my dick craves.

Ramrod straight, I’m out of patience. My dick’s straining against my jeans. My breaths started coming in harsher, in deep heaves.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you look?” I growl, stepping toward her. I drop a kiss on her mouth and fondle her breast. Feel its soft weight in the palm of my hand. Toy with her nipple. “Do you know,” I say between more kisses, “how fucking gorgeous you are?”

“Blake—”

“God damn, I want you so much it fucking hurts,” I grunt. I claim her mouth for a longer, deeper kiss. My hands slide appreciatively up and down her naked torso, cupping her breasts, stroking her stomach and hips, like I’m making sure she’s really here and not some dream.

Then I’m gripping her panties and wrenching those off too. The instant they’re off, I’m slipping two fingers into her warmth and flicking my tongue against hers. Korine’s pussy pulses around me, slick and hot.

Tight as fuck as I pump my fingers into her, slow and teasing, testing what draws the biggest reaction out of her.

She releases a throaty hum that’s desperate. Begging for more. For my cock.

“Tell me you’re mine,” I demand, resting my brow against hers for a moment. “Tell me you’re my girl.”

She bites her lip, looking as drunk as I feel. “I’m yours, Blake Cash. No matter how long it’s been. Show me that I am.”

“You trust me? You know you’re safe with me, right?”

“Yes,” she breathes. “I trust you… always.”

I feast on her lips. Just as hungry as ever.

Together we undo my belt and work off my denim. I yank my t-shirt over my head. Korine perches her feet on either side of the saddlebag, sliding her hips toward me. My arm encircles her and I drag her the rest of the way home at the same time I thrust forward, driving into her pussy.

Pleasure rushes me, fast and immediate. Mind numbing enough that I grunt out and pause to soak in the tight warmth wrapped around my dick.

Korine’s as suspended in the moment as I am.

She’s braced herself on the motorcycle seat with her hands. Her eyes have rolled back and her ribcage quivers and pokes out from the deep inhale she takes in, like she’s lost all air.

It’s a reunion. A homecoming that’s so intense, it’s left us paralyzed.