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I follow a grumbling Bolt out of the office and then out of the gym. When we get to his bike, he stops.
“I take it you had a good time?” he asks.
“I did. They really are great. Seems they do their part for charity here in Tijuana, similar to what I do up in L.A.”
“The Bastards kick in on that too.”
“Nice.”
He swings his leg over the bike, then holds out his hand to me. I settle in behind him, and he turns, looks around, then grabs the back of my head and drags me in for a tongue-filled kiss.
When he breaks away, he smiles. “I’ve been wanting to do that the whole fuckin’ day.”
“You were busy all day. So, I really don’t think you were thinking about me.”
“Yeah, busy keeping eyes on you.” Bolt shakes his head.
“According to Smoke, that’s your job, right?” I barely contain my smirk.
“I don’t know what the fuck you do to me, but . . . you wanna go for a ride?”
“Sure.”
“Then hang on, ‘cause you’re gonna love this.”
CHAPTER 5
NICOLETTA
A half-hour later, we’re overlooking San Marino on the Baja Coast. The exhilaration and freedom on the back of Bolt’s Harley can’t be compared to any other experience. He handles the huge machine with precision and ease. Surprisingly, he follows all the road rules and only goes over the speed limit when we’re on an open road.
The power and vibration every time he accelerates zips through me like the strongest aphrodisiac. When he stops on the ridge overlooking the beach, I admire the view but miss the hum of the engine between my thighs. Only one other thing could replace it, and wanting Bolt so desperately scares me.
We ride all the way down the beach road, and when it ends by an inlet, Bolt lowers the kickstand and nods for me to dismount. Then he swings around, circles his arms around my waist and leans us against the seat. The expanse of the wide, mostly empty beach lies just beyond the sea grass.
“Fuckin’ beautiful, right?” He nuzzles his lips against my neck, and I shiver.
“The view?” I tease.
“The view and you.” He pushes away my hair and kisses the soft skin down to my collarbone.
My head drops forward until he palms my cheek, turning my lips to his. The kiss immediately heats up as he shifts me in his arms, then lifts me onto the wide leather seat. His hands skim down my sides, then up and under my thin shirt. He finds my nipples, and when he twists them between his thumb and forefinger, I shift closer to him.
He grabs my hand and places it over the bulge in his jeans. “See what you fuckin’ do to me? The whole ride here I had to recite the alphabet so I didn’t bust outta my jeans.”
I pat the leather seat. “There is something to be said for this giant vibrator.”
He sneaks his other hand into my pants, and when he finds my center, he smiles. “You’re fuckin’ soaked.”
“Hmmm.” I jerk my hips into his. “Seems a shame to waste all this.” My fingers are already undoing the belt and tab of his jeans.
“Exactly.” He easily rolls down my leggings, then spreads his legs wide, notching himself between my thighs with his jeans around his hips.
He cups my ass, lifts me, then shifts again, driving his hard cock right where I need it. He rocks me back and forth, grazing over my clit in the best way possible. He drives into me deep, then he grunts and spins me around.
“Gotta get in you deeper,” he growls into my ear, then bends me over the seat.
I wiggle my ass in anticipation, loving this position. He wastes no time spreading my ass cheeks, then thrusting himself into my wet pussy. He grips my hips, filling me up. His movements are strong, his breathing rough.
