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Authors: Kati Wilde
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I can’t get as close as I want, can’t lay my cheek against his strong back and close my eyes. Oh, but I want to. I could easily ride like that for so long.
As it is, the road flies by and I’m barely aware of it. Today was a hot one. Even though it’s heading into evening the air is still heavy with the smell of baked dirt and pine, yet it’s Saxon’s scent that seems to fill my every breath. The leather of his kutte, the fragrance of freshly laundered cotton—as if he pulled a clean shirt straight out of the dryer before coming to see me. And he’s so big. So solid. My heart feels tight just being this close. My body feels even tighter, my breasts pushed up against his back and my inner thighs gripping his hips.
All I can think is that it won’t be long until he’s inside me. Fucking me.
God, I hope it’s soon. My pussy is already soaking wet again. I don’t know where we’re going. If I’m lucky, it’ll be straight to his bed, but I’d be just as happy if he stopped on the side of the road and dragged me onto his lap.
But as we ride through town I realize we’re headed to the Hellfire Riders’ clubhouse—maybe because of whatever message he was trying to respond to on his phone. Though I’d have liked to leave thoughts of the Titans and the Riders behind us for a few hours, I can’t be upset. I’ve got my stuff to take care of and Saxon has his, and I know exactly how much time a club demands from its president.
He told me that he wants me for himself. That this need between us is just about him and me. I don’t doubt that. A man’s dick doesn’t give a shit what colors anyone wears. But I can’t pretend for a second that the club won’t always be right there with us.
That’s not so bad. My mom told me once that a club can be like in-laws. Sometimes easy to get along with, and sometimes you just want to kill them. And they might put strain on a relationship, but if a couple is solid, they’ll get through it.
I’ve seen a lot of the Titans’ relationships fall apart, and almost every single time, someone blamed the club. But the club wasn’t really at fault; it was just the excuse. Sometimes the guys were dickheads and used the club as the reason to avoid other responsibilities—their jobs, their families. Sometimes they took advantage of easy pussy and cheated. Sometimes the old ladies and girlfriends were jealous of every second their men spent away from them. Little things multiplied into big things and soon they were splitting up.
The club is already a big thing for Saxon, just as my dad and my brewery are for me. If I want to be with him, it’ll mean never trying to force him to choose between me and the Riders.
I can’t imagine that I ever would. Now that he and my dad are working something out, the Riders aren’t a threat to me or to anyone that I love. And I can’t imagine Saxon avoiding responsibilities. If I ever need him, he’ll make time for me.
He’ll be there for me. The question is whether his heart will be there, too.
Mine is. Right here, exposed and raw. He intends to persuade me into taking a chance on him, but the truth is, there’s no other choice for me. He wants to call me his—but I already am. The only thing I can do is go into this with my eyes wide open. So before I tell him my decision, I’ll take a few days to collect all the little bits about Saxon that I didn’t know before, and make sure that my heart is prepared for everything that comes next.
For now, though, I simply savor the feel of him against me.
My hold on him tightens as we approach the clubhouse. I know where it is, of course—although I don’t come this way often, this is a small city. So I’ve seen the place before. Decades ago, it was a car lot on the outskirts of town, until the owner moved his business up to Bend. Tommy Burns took the property over and established it as the Riders’ base. At the time, there wasn’t much out this way except empty fields and a few
As it is, the road flies by and I’m barely aware of it. Today was a hot one. Even though it’s heading into evening the air is still heavy with the smell of baked dirt and pine, yet it’s Saxon’s scent that seems to fill my every breath. The leather of his kutte, the fragrance of freshly laundered cotton—as if he pulled a clean shirt straight out of the dryer before coming to see me. And he’s so big. So solid. My heart feels tight just being this close. My body feels even tighter, my breasts pushed up against his back and my inner thighs gripping his hips.
All I can think is that it won’t be long until he’s inside me. Fucking me.
God, I hope it’s soon. My pussy is already soaking wet again. I don’t know where we’re going. If I’m lucky, it’ll be straight to his bed, but I’d be just as happy if he stopped on the side of the road and dragged me onto his lap.
But as we ride through town I realize we’re headed to the Hellfire Riders’ clubhouse—maybe because of whatever message he was trying to respond to on his phone. Though I’d have liked to leave thoughts of the Titans and the Riders behind us for a few hours, I can’t be upset. I’ve got my stuff to take care of and Saxon has his, and I know exactly how much time a club demands from its president.
He told me that he wants me for himself. That this need between us is just about him and me. I don’t doubt that. A man’s dick doesn’t give a shit what colors anyone wears. But I can’t pretend for a second that the club won’t always be right there with us.
That’s not so bad. My mom told me once that a club can be like in-laws. Sometimes easy to get along with, and sometimes you just want to kill them. And they might put strain on a relationship, but if a couple is solid, they’ll get through it.
I’ve seen a lot of the Titans’ relationships fall apart, and almost every single time, someone blamed the club. But the club wasn’t really at fault; it was just the excuse. Sometimes the guys were dickheads and used the club as the reason to avoid other responsibilities—their jobs, their families. Sometimes they took advantage of easy pussy and cheated. Sometimes the old ladies and girlfriends were jealous of every second their men spent away from them. Little things multiplied into big things and soon they were splitting up.
The club is already a big thing for Saxon, just as my dad and my brewery are for me. If I want to be with him, it’ll mean never trying to force him to choose between me and the Riders.
I can’t imagine that I ever would. Now that he and my dad are working something out, the Riders aren’t a threat to me or to anyone that I love. And I can’t imagine Saxon avoiding responsibilities. If I ever need him, he’ll make time for me.
He’ll be there for me. The question is whether his heart will be there, too.
Mine is. Right here, exposed and raw. He intends to persuade me into taking a chance on him, but the truth is, there’s no other choice for me. He wants to call me his—but I already am. The only thing I can do is go into this with my eyes wide open. So before I tell him my decision, I’ll take a few days to collect all the little bits about Saxon that I didn’t know before, and make sure that my heart is prepared for everything that comes next.
For now, though, I simply savor the feel of him against me.
My hold on him tightens as we approach the clubhouse. I know where it is, of course—although I don’t come this way often, this is a small city. So I’ve seen the place before. Decades ago, it was a car lot on the outskirts of town, until the owner moved his business up to Bend. Tommy Burns took the property over and established it as the Riders’ base. At the time, there wasn’t much out this way except empty fields and a few
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