I nod, the lingering heat from the bonfire at our backs as we walk back through the clubhouse. We go up to our room, and he shuts the door, sealing us away from the chaos of the outside world.
He doesn’t speak, but his eyes say everything. It’s just us now, Highway and me.
“Safe,” I murmur against his chest, the word muffled by the fabric of his cut.
“Yeah.”
His hands are on me then, urgent and demanding, peeling away layers of clothing. I meet him with equal passion, pulling at buckles and zippers.
“Lyric,” he breathes out as his lips crash against mine in a heated collision.
“Highway,” I gasp, giving as good as I get.
Our movements are frantic, a dance of need and assurance.
He hoists me up, and I wrap around him, a tangle of limbs. The bed is there, a soft landing in a hard world, but we barely notice, too caught up in the urgency of now.
“Show me,” I dare between kisses, challenging the protector in him, the beast always ready to defend and claim.
“Mine.” He growls.
The hard planes of his body crush against the soft curves of mine.
“Yours,” I affirm, surrendering to the waves of passion and power that crash over us.
His eyes meet mine, and the world around us blurs into insignificance. I can feel my heart pounding, the anticipation building like a tidal wave. He crushes me against his skin, the electric intensity between us seems almost painful. My breath catches in my throat as his hand gently cradles my cheek, his touch sending shivers down my spine.
Highway’s lips hover over mine, and I feel the warmth of hisbreath mingling with my own.
A surge of emotion crashes over me as his mouth moves against mine, soft yet insistent. His kiss is tender and fervent, a perfect blend of desire and affection. My hands find their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer, wanting to melt into him completely. His fingers tangle in my hair, and I revel in the sensation, every nerve ending alive.
We lose ourselves in the kiss, a dance of lips and tongues that leaves me breathless and wanting more. It’s a kiss that speaks volumes, conveying a depth of feeling words could never capture. When we finally pull apart, our foreheads resting against each other, I open my eyes to see the same passion reflected in his. The world slowly comes back into focus, but I’m forever changed, marked by the intensity of our connection.
Highway grins and claims my lips once more, our tongues exploring and tasting each other with hunger and desperation. The essence of him, a mixture of spice and heat, ignites my senses and urges me to give more. My skin is alive with sensation, every touch sending sparks of electricity through me, igniting a fire that can only be quenched by more of him. My hands roam freely, exploring every inch of skin, claiming and possessing with each caress. I can see the sweat glistening on Highway’s tattooed skin, the lines of his muscles taut with exertion. Our bodies are pressed tightly together, my skin tingling with the friction of our movements. His grip on me is strong, protective, and possessive as if he never wants to let me go.
Highway’s cock is poised at my entrance, and he slowly eases himself inside me. A gasp escapes me as he rocks back, only to push his way back in. My body is on fire. Highway puts a hand on either side of my head, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He bucks into me again and again, hitting me just right.
“Harder,” I plead.
Highway grins and increases his speed, but it’s not enough. I plant my foot on the bed, and he lets me flip us, and I ride his cock. His hands go to my hips, and he moves me faster as though he is also on the precipice. His teeth are bared, and his hair is a slick mess as we move in unison, chasing our release.
Highway’s mouth falls open, his eyes closed, and his fingernails bite into my hips, pushing me over the edge. A moan escapes me as I ride him, my whole body pulsing with the orgasm that washes through me.
“Fuuck!” His curse signaling he has also found his release.
With a hand on his chest, I keep moving until every last wave of passion is extinguished. Highway’s eyes open, and he smiles.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He reaches up and cups one of my breasts, his calloused thumb brushing over my nipple. “Mine.”
“Yours.”
Highway knifes up and kisses me, a low growl emanating from him while his hands hold me close.
I feel cherished and, dare I say it, loved.
***
The vibration against the bar’s sticky surface jars me. A text from an unknown number glares up from my phone.
