“I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” She hollers out, her fingers flexing against Luna, her legs shaking.
“Me too baby. Me too.”
I can feel it roaring through me like the wildfire before us, all hot and angry, and all consuming. My body jerks, and my hands tighten on the leather of her jacket as my knees lock and my dick jerks inside of her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Damien!” She squeals, bucking back against me as I fill her up, dumping my load deep in her channel, and she falls apart around me.
“Jesus Dani. You’re killing me.” I grunt back to her, slamming into her one last time, flattening her to the seat of the bike, almost knocking the whole thing over.
I drain myself into her, and don’t even bother wiping either one of us off before I yank up her leggings and spin her around, kissing her so hard that I take her breath away.
“Hey you!” A voice hollers from the front of the lot. “You there, you’ve gotta go, this is an active crime scene.” A cop in uniform yells at us, breaking our kiss.
“Yeah, sorry officer.” I yell back, stuffing my cock back in my jeans and zipping up. “You know how it is.” I add, winking at him and nodding to the hot piece of ass next to me.
“Just move along.”
“Yes Sir.” Dani and I say at the same time, with her covering her mouth with her hand, giggling.
Like a couple of lovesick teenagers, we get on our bikes with our hands linked together, and we pull out of the lot onto the street, dodging the wooden barricade that the fire department is setting up to stop traffic. With a rev of our bikes, we take off down the street, away from the fire, away from our old life, and towards the rest of our new one.
Chapter
Thirty-Two
It’s been quiet for three days, with no sight of Alison and no luck in finding her, even with both of us looking everywhere we can think.
“She’s gone into hiding.” Dani says around a bite of her pancakes with extra syrup as she eats breakfast in my bed, stretched out like a proper princess.
“We’ll pull her out.” I answer her, stealing a strip of bacon off her plate and popping it into my mouth, and chewing it slowly savoring the hickory flavor.
“Hey, that’s mine!” She yells at me, slapping me on the side of the bald head. “Give it back.”
Opening my mouth, I show her the chewed-up piece of pork. “You really want it back?” I laugh, swallowing it down before she can actually answer, because knowing her, she’d reach right in and take it back.
“Ugh. Gimme one of yours then.”
“No, it’s mine.” I say, grabbing my plate and hiding it under my arms, growling at her like a dog, then snapping my teeth at her. “I’ll bite you.”
“Wouldn’t be the first or last time.”
“Smart ass.”
“Better than being a dumb ass.” She laughs, reaching under my arm, getting her fingertips on a piece of my bacon and trying to pull it away.
“Mine.” I bark at her and grab her hand, tossing my plate down on the bed and biting her fingers.
“Owww.” She huffs at me, pushing me over with a heavy shove, then dives forward and grabs my whole plate, pulling it to her like she’s starving to death.
“Hey woman!”
She laughs uncontrollably as I tackle her to the bed, turning my plate over and smearing the pancakes, syrup, bacon, and scrambled eggs all over her. It’s music to my ears to hear her happy, like she used to be years ago, before all of the bullshit of our separate lives interfered with us.
“Nom noms?” She asks, as I rip off the little tank top she slept in with my teeth and start eating the food stuck to her skin.
“Very nom noms.”
The maple syrup is sweet, but not as sweet as her, as I lick the stickiness from her, lapping her with my tongue and sucking her flesh into my mouth.
