Captured Boxed Set: 9 Alpha Bad-Boys Who Will Capture Your Heart (54 page)

"I’d like to go now." I
have something in mind, and I
really
want to do it now.

"Sure. I’ll get you a helmet
you can wear."

"You have a helmet in my size?"

"I got one after our first
date. I always intended to take you for a ride."

"I wish you didn’t have to
sell your bikes," I say. "I wish there was some way you could hang on
to them."

"I want to sell them. The
money I get for them will be there, in case Mom needs more treatment. I know
she says she can support herself, but she can’t if she gets sick. Or I can use
the money for next year’s tuition. When I’ve graduated and I have a job, maybe
I’ll buy another bike. Or—" Sawyer pauses and picks up the helmet he got
for me. It’s black and silver and looks sleek and gorgeous. "Or maybe I’ll
be more interested in getting an apartment with someone special and doing some
traveling. We could eat Thai food in Thailand."

We. Someone special. I realize he’s
thinking of a future together. "I would love to travel with you," I
say. "I’ve been interviewing for a summer job with a big geotechnical
engineering firm. I’ll be able to put a lot of money away…" Suddenly I
think of something. "You could have applied for the job too." It was
on the job posting board in the engineering department. My statics prof
approached me and suggested I apply.

"You’re going to get that job,"
Sawyer says. "I’m sure of it. With your brain, the company is going to
fall over themselves to get you. That’s what I told our prof."

"You told our professor to
approach me about the job?"

"He came to me at first. I
recommended you instead. You’d be perfect for the job, and I had researched the
company. They want to hire women into engineering jobs. I bet, when you finish
college, they’ll offer a permanent job." He frowns. "Of course, maybe
I’ve screwed up my plans to take you on a trip around the world, if they seduce
you into a high paying full time job—"

He has to break off because I’ve
thrown my arms around him and I’m kissing him. My mouth on his, my tongue
playing with his. Heat races all over my body. My heart and my pussy are
revving like an engine. This will be an amazing opportunity. I was too fixated
on getting through this term to even think of the future. But Sawyer was
thinking about it for me.

"We are going to travel,"
I vow. Even if I work for a while, then take time off. "But first, let’s
ride."

Sawyer gently helps me put my
helmet on. His long-fingered hands skillfully adjust it for me. He hands me a
leather jacket in my size. Black with lavender and silver leather details, it
matches the helmet and it’s beautiful. "You’re wearing jeans, which are
okay for riding, but I got you these."

He takes out black leather chaps
and gets down on one knee to help me put them on and fasten them.

I can’t resist, I let my hand cup
his taut, leather-clad ass again when he stands up. I brush my fingers over the
smooth black leather, then take my hand away. I’m aroused, but I have to wait…

Just a little longer.

Sawyer opens the garage door and
coasts the Harley outside. In the fall sunlight, the chrome gleams. His other
bike looks fast, like a crimson dart. The Harley is all sexy, sinuous curves.
Seeing Sawyer on the leather seat, his long legs stretched out straight on
either side of the bike, I have to bite my knuckles. My panties are getting
soaked.

I pull on the leather jacket. I’m
so horny my legs are now weak and shaking. I manage to walk up to the side of
the bike, manage to swing my leg over. The leather seat is long—built for two.
At the back of the seat, there is a bent chrome bar with a leather pad that
presses into my low back. Not much protection but it gives me a sense of
security.

Sawyer turns the key, gives a kick
of his foot and the bike roars to life. The helmet mutes some of the sound, but
my ass begins to tingle—so does my pussy—as the vibrations pulse through me.
How can he ride one of these without being constantly aroused?

"Put your arms around my
waist," he instructs. "You want to hold on."

"I intend to," I shout,
over the rumble of the engine. My arms go around him and I grip him as tight as
a hungry python.

My breasts are squished against his
leather jacket and the broad, firm muscles of his back. This I like.

We start rolling down his driveway.
As he tilts the bike to make a left turn onto the street, I squeal. Oh God, it
feels like we’re going to be horizontal. Like we’re going to fall over and
slide down the road.

But Sawyer balances the bike and me
with expert skill. He accelerates onto the street. The wind rushes at me. My
arms are locked around his waist and I hold on so tight I wonder if he can
breathe.

I discover the exhaust pipe is hot.
I avoid letting my shoe dangle on it.

At first I am scared witless. I’ve
never done anything exhilarating and wild and exciting—except for sex with
Sawyer. But as we head along the highway and leave Westingham, I begin to love
the speed. I can see the lure of this. The thrill.

Plus, it’s incredibly sexy.

Sawyer turns off the highway, and
we follow smaller roads until we reach a park in the White Mountains. Sawyer
pulls in and stops the bike. There’s a picnic table and a rustic sign with an
arrow that points to "The Lookout".

"I’ve been here before,"
he says. "It’s a gorgeous place. Do you want to walk down to the water?"

I lean close and say softly by his
ear, "I want to find someone private and fuck your brains out."

I feel his body go tense under me. "Yeah?"
he says. "Okay. I know a place." He starts the bike again.

It takes us five minutes to get to
a turn off, and Sawyer slows down to drive along a lane. He finds a secluded
parking lot. "People rarely come here," he explains.

 We park the bike. Around us, the
leaves are red, orange, and gold. Light shines through, making the colors glow.
The sun is bright and the air is unusually warm for autumn. It’s a perfect fall
day and the heat of the sun is perfect for sex outdoors.

I slide off the bike, avoiding the
exhaust. In the deserted parking lot, I kick off my shoes and pull off my jeans
and panties. Accidentally, I flash the road with my bare butt and I do a quick
check. Still no one there.

Sawyer is staring at me. Off goes
the leather jacket and I unhook my bra under my hoodie so I can pull both off
together. I toss those over to the jacket. My breasts bounce with my movement.
My nipples go hard at once. It’s not cold, so they are instantly erect because
I am almost sobbing with desire for Sawyer.

I stick my feet in my running
shoes—the parking lot is gravel—and dart back to the bike. As Sawyer gets off,
I get back on. Naked.

"I want to do you on the bike,"
I say.

"A gorgeous naked woman on my
bike. I think I’m dreaming."

I wriggle my pussy against the
leather seat, still warm from Sawyer’s butt. "It’s real." I put my
hands on the seat, which makes my arms squish my full breasts together. His
eyebrows go up.

"If you do not get your butt
over here and onto this seat," I say, "I am going over there and I’m
going to jump on you and do wild, hot things to you until you surrender."

"Oh yeah? What wild and hot
things?"

"Uh…I don’t actually know yet.
I was making that up. I
assumed
you would come over here."

"Yes, ma’am." He grins.
He comes back to the bike, unfastens his leather pants and pushes them down.

"Oh. Commando." I gulp as
desire spikes through me. He is rock hard and ready.

He pulls a condom out of an inner
pocket of his leather jacket. "I was hoping," he says, as he tears
the wrapper, and rolls the condom over his thick, upright cock. 

I have to get off the bike to let
him swing his long leg over. I’m about to get back on when he lifts me by my
waist and puts me down so I’m straddling his hips just above his cock. The head
of his hard prick pokes my bottom.

"I want you to be mine,
Claire."

"I am yours. If you want to be
mine." I balance on my toes, reach between my legs and direct his cock to
my pussy. I’m so wet I take him inside easily. I sink down, until my bottom
rests on his thighs and he is buried in my pussy to the hilt. It’s so
incredible I have to close my eyes.

I hold the handlebars and balance
on my toes to thrust up and down on him. With each bounce, I take his cock deep
inside. The thick shaft stretches me. God, he’s huge. His hands cup my boobs,
holding them as they bounce up and down. He pinches my nipples. I love watching
his thumbs and forefingers tighten on my nipples, twirling and tweaking them,
making them get long and hard.

I moan and Sawyer groans, "Yeah.
I love to hear you moan. Your moans are so hot."

I bounce on his cock, then he lets
go of my nipples. "Stay still for a moment, Claire," he murmurs by my
ear. His hand slides between my ass and his groin. His finger strokes my anus.
I stay still, panting. The sensations as he plays with my ass are amazing. My
pussy pulses around his thick, rigid cock.

He nuzzles my neck, right in the
amazingly sensitive place in the crook. As I moan at the sweet sensations, his
finger slides into my ass. Having his finger in my ass makes my pussy feel
extra tight about his cock. And having my pussy filled makes my ass grip his
finger.

He licks my neck and thrusts his
finger in and out of my butt. I’m writhing in pleasure on top of him. Then he
slips his left hand around my hips. His long, strong fingers find my clit.

"Ride me, Claire."

I pump on his cock and his finger,
while he toys with my clit. I thrust harder and faster, and he lifts his hips
to slam deep into me—

"Sawyer!" I shriek his
name. The orgasm rushes through me like molten lava. I almost fall off him in
the power of my climax.

He moans, a low intense moan, then
his hips buck up. He rocks underneath me and his long legs balance the bike as
we both thrash in ecstasy.

He slides his finger out of my rump
as our climaxes ebb away. He kisses my neck and I slump back against him. I
lift off him, releasing his cock. He cleans his finger on tissue. I cup his
cheek and kiss him deeply.

"You’re mine, Claire." He
draws something out of the pocket of his leather coat. It’s a small box. A
ring-sized box.

"Sawyer—"

He flips it open. Inside is a
beautiful ring with a gorgeous red stone in a heart shape. "A ruby,"
he says.

"You aren’t asking…what I
think you’re asking."

"I know we haven’t known each
other long, and we’re both only nineteen. But I want you to know how much I
care about you. I want to give you this ring to symbolize our love."

He slips it on the ring finger of
my right hand. "It’s gorgeous," I whisper. I climb back onto the motorcycle,
facing him. "Wow. Now I see the fun in riding on a motorcycle."

He laughs and our mouths meet again
in a steamy kiss. Now, I’ll never regret another impetuous move because Sawyer
has taught me how to kiss, how to value myself, and how to fall in love with
the most perfect guy ever—him.

His fingers slide down and he plays
with my pussy again.

"You’re revving me up again."

"I want to go for another
ride," he murmurs huskily.

And we
do—because he’s fast and he’s mine.

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