Page 96 of Massacre Monday

Here I was, hoping for a relaxing evening with friends and family, only for hers to shoot it up. Not a proposal or a big spectacle. Just a night to breathe with the people I care about.

I know my girl. Big scenes aren’t her style. When I do pop the question, it’s going to be just us. Not the entire world watching for societal points. She’s not Elina, thank god. Hopefully, Penwantsto marry me, despite her raging need for independence. Meh. Who am I kidding?

She really won’t have a choice.

Greek Games and the MCs don’t mean shit to me if I can’t have peace with Pen. If things are heating up around Northview…we need to get out of this town.

Since she’s with me, I brought my other Ducati with the two-up seat. Unable to wait until we get home, I adjust myself in mytrousers when we stop at a red light. I twist around to pull Pen onto the front of my bike, facing me.

“What the fuck are you doing, Cardell?” she screeches into the mic.

“You looked like you needed to be fucked back there at the restaurant.”

Her eyes widen. “We can’t do thathere!”

“Why not?”

“There are people everywhere.”

She’s right. Cars line the two lanes on either side of us on the busy street. I rev the engine and lean forward, bopping my helmet to hers, and shrug in response.

“Okay.”

“We’re on amotorcycle, Ryan! We’ll die.”

“You don’t trust me?”

That question has her biting her lip.

“I… I think I do, but not with this.”

“Then you’ll learn.”

Her hands grip my shoulders under my suit coat as the light changes. I tap on her calves, then set the bike upright to take off. “Put your legs around my waist. I got us.”

With panicked pants seeping into my ears, she does as I say, and it makes me smile. I think all I wanted in life was someone who would be willing to do crazy shit with…and I found her. No one else could match me.

The car behind us honks with impatience. While giving them the middle finger, I take off, the force causing her to slide down until the apex of her thighs meets my pubic bone. Her heat warms my crotch, especially as I lean forward to speed up and get away from the traffic.

“Open my jeans.”

“I-I don’t think I can do this.”

“Sure you can. You’re my badass bitch.”

I ease off the throttle so she can concentrate and get my zipper down, her core wet enough to get me semi-erect. She fiddles hurriedly with my belt, then trousers, flaying them wide.

Orange flashes from the bike’s signal are the only lights near when I head toward a dark country road. As I make the turn, she slips until her pussy lips embrace my dick.

“Hold your panties to the side.”

She releases one of my shoulders to do as I asked, and my hips shift to thrust up through her folds as she matches my rhythm, laying her back against the tank.

Her plump tits are calling me, so I release the clutch and tease one as she sighs. Through a barely audible, but shaky voice, she whimpers, “I can’t believe I’m doing this. Please don’t wreck.”

With a flick of my fingers, her nipples harden. “Maybe you should get these pierced, so I could stay in bed all day sucking on them.”

“Please… Ryan.”