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the way Micah had held her, they might come to the wrong conclusions. But, if she stayed with him, gained his trust... she could do what the MPD had failed to do in seven years of investigation.
Get Micah Thomas behind bars. Remember, this is for the career. The fact that he's hot is just a bonus.
“Alright then.” he said and led her by the hand. “Let me introduce you to the boys and we'll be on our way!”
Twenty minutes later, Amber clung to Micah's back in a death grip as the bikes roared down the highway out of Mesquite. The sun was still high yet waning and threw a golden cast through the clouds against the cobalt sky. Though Micah had given Abbey his helmet, the wind still swiped across her face all the same, chilling her cheeks.
Her hands were clasped around his waist and she got a direct feel of Micah's rock hard abs shifting and straining as he took the bike on turns and loops. The faster they went, the more she clung to him. Pressing her heavy breasts into his back, she admitted silently that the ride was doing wonders between her legs.
The heavy rumble of the engine thrummed through her body, seducing her as much as the rider himself. He's still a criminal. When the gang all turned on an unpaved desert road, the journey got bumpy. Instead of one smooth gulp of vibration, she got a barrage of them. Micah barely reduced his speed on the rocky road. The jolts and the bestial power of the engine rocked her helpless body and started a fire in between her legs.
Holding onto a man that controlled this elemental force that hummed below her like a volcanic current sent primal attraction and longing straight to her womanhood. At this moment, all social barriers and pretensions of modernity had evaporated. She was not a cop, he was not a renegade. They were man and woman and her body sparkled with adrenaline, being so close to the essence of masculinity.
He was the commander, she the follower. With each bump on the road her body sought to inflame her instincts even more, and grinded against him and the contours of the seat. Unconsciously, she pressed herself completely against his back and rested her chin on his shoulder. Her hands moved up to his chest and she pulled against him, relishing the sculpted feel of his chest.
Her lips parted and loosed the most erotic breaths and sighs, all drowned out by the hog's mechanical thunder. As they sped down a dusty incline her nails dug into Micah's chest and she grinded even harder against him, making no effort to disguise her movements as anything else.
Love juices flowed through soaked panties and her thighs grew stickier by the second. She was close. The smell of Micah's musk, the sun baked dirt and the pungent sting of exhaust all hit her like a wave, throwing oil on her carnal fire. She climbed the rungs of pleasure higher and higher, closer to satiating her hunger with each squeeze of his muscles, each rub against the inside of her jeans and each sudden drag against the vibrating seat.
And then it ended. Micah kicked out the sidestand and shot his arms out into the air. “Wooh! Love that shit!” he looked over his shoulder and sported a devilish grin. “Well well, looks like someone had a good time.”
Her ears still rung in the silence and chased after the ghostly echo of a Harley's rumble. “Oh...” she sighed, her eyes wide and dilated, her lips engorged with desire. “Yeah that was... that was a ride.” She leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek but he caught her head and went for her lips.
She didn't fight it. She couldn't. Her lips melted into his and she let his arms wrap around her, drawing her in close. His oak solid body was rigid against her voluptuous curves, enveloping him like a tide of feminine warmth. She made sounds of excitement and darted her tongue into his mouth. The two tangled with each other, Micah drinking in her plush and submissive lips while Abbey moaned and tingled when his
Get Micah Thomas behind bars. Remember, this is for the career. The fact that he's hot is just a bonus.
“Alright then.” he said and led her by the hand. “Let me introduce you to the boys and we'll be on our way!”
Twenty minutes later, Amber clung to Micah's back in a death grip as the bikes roared down the highway out of Mesquite. The sun was still high yet waning and threw a golden cast through the clouds against the cobalt sky. Though Micah had given Abbey his helmet, the wind still swiped across her face all the same, chilling her cheeks.
Her hands were clasped around his waist and she got a direct feel of Micah's rock hard abs shifting and straining as he took the bike on turns and loops. The faster they went, the more she clung to him. Pressing her heavy breasts into his back, she admitted silently that the ride was doing wonders between her legs.
The heavy rumble of the engine thrummed through her body, seducing her as much as the rider himself. He's still a criminal. When the gang all turned on an unpaved desert road, the journey got bumpy. Instead of one smooth gulp of vibration, she got a barrage of them. Micah barely reduced his speed on the rocky road. The jolts and the bestial power of the engine rocked her helpless body and started a fire in between her legs.
Holding onto a man that controlled this elemental force that hummed below her like a volcanic current sent primal attraction and longing straight to her womanhood. At this moment, all social barriers and pretensions of modernity had evaporated. She was not a cop, he was not a renegade. They were man and woman and her body sparkled with adrenaline, being so close to the essence of masculinity.
He was the commander, she the follower. With each bump on the road her body sought to inflame her instincts even more, and grinded against him and the contours of the seat. Unconsciously, she pressed herself completely against his back and rested her chin on his shoulder. Her hands moved up to his chest and she pulled against him, relishing the sculpted feel of his chest.
Her lips parted and loosed the most erotic breaths and sighs, all drowned out by the hog's mechanical thunder. As they sped down a dusty incline her nails dug into Micah's chest and she grinded even harder against him, making no effort to disguise her movements as anything else.
Love juices flowed through soaked panties and her thighs grew stickier by the second. She was close. The smell of Micah's musk, the sun baked dirt and the pungent sting of exhaust all hit her like a wave, throwing oil on her carnal fire. She climbed the rungs of pleasure higher and higher, closer to satiating her hunger with each squeeze of his muscles, each rub against the inside of her jeans and each sudden drag against the vibrating seat.
And then it ended. Micah kicked out the sidestand and shot his arms out into the air. “Wooh! Love that shit!” he looked over his shoulder and sported a devilish grin. “Well well, looks like someone had a good time.”
Her ears still rung in the silence and chased after the ghostly echo of a Harley's rumble. “Oh...” she sighed, her eyes wide and dilated, her lips engorged with desire. “Yeah that was... that was a ride.” She leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek but he caught her head and went for her lips.
She didn't fight it. She couldn't. Her lips melted into his and she let his arms wrap around her, drawing her in close. His oak solid body was rigid against her voluptuous curves, enveloping him like a tide of feminine warmth. She made sounds of excitement and darted her tongue into his mouth. The two tangled with each other, Micah drinking in her plush and submissive lips while Abbey moaned and tingled when his
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