“No. You stay here,” Jaxon says. He points at me, then stabs his finger toward his bike.
I dart past him and straddle the seat, expecting him to show me how to drive it while he’s behind me, but he shakes his head. With a sigh, I scooch back, giving him room to sit in front of me.
Jaxon turns the ignition and revs the engine to a growl. I shiver at the sound and how it brings good memories. Every one of them involves Jaxon.
“You’re no fun,” Aiden yells over the noise.
I give Aiden an apologetic look that’s pointless since he can’t see my face. Wrapping my arms around Jaxon, I hold on tight as we take off. A strange feeling compels me to look at the others still sitting at the fire, and I find Ryder staring at me with a strange expression that I can’t put my finger on.
I squeeze my legs on the seat, holding on to Jaxon for dear life as we speed down the road. Every time Jaxon leans into a turn, I join him so we aren’t thrown off balance.
My hold on him tightens, his muscles contracting beneath my touch. When we straighten, I slowly drag my hands under his shirt and touch his bare skin. The motorcycle screams louder and jerks us forward faster as Jaxon changes the gear. I grin and lower my hand to his pants. Working them undone is a challenge, but I manage. I slip my hand in and bite my bottom lip when I find him hard. His piercings bump against my palm as I awkwardly stroke his shaft.
I’ve missed this so much—missed him so much while I was in the hospital. The only complaint I have is not seeing his face while I jerk him off. It may be stupid to dothis while we’re literally riding a death bike and going over one hundred miles per hour, but I trust my brother with my life.
The ride is short, and we pull into the other side of the hiking trail with a gazebo and picnic tables. Jaxon cuts the engine, and I let go of him and glance around. We remove our helmets and set them on the bike.
“Why did we come out this far for you to teach me ho—” I yelp in surprise as he roughly cups my cheeks and crushes his lips against mine. I walk backward as he guides me to where he wants me. I move on instinct, my arms winding around his shoulders and holding him close to me.
I missed this so much, too. Being alone with him and giving in to our uninhibited desires. We can’t do that at home. We can’t hold each other and make out or give head. I mean, we can, but we risk being caught.
“You fucking tease,” Jaxon murmurs into the kiss as he picks me up. His arms lock around me so I don’t slip and fall from his grasp.
I squeeze my legs around his narrow waist and smile as much as I can while his mouth moves against mine. “You’re a tease, too,” I say breathlessly.
“I’m gonna fuck you, flower.” He grabs my ass, his fingers curling between the crack. I shudder and rock my hips against him. “I’m gonna take your ass first, then later, I’ll fuck your tight pussy.”
A moan slips out of me, and I pull back enough to take a deep breath. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Everything we do together is my first time. If he couldn’t slip his dick inside my pussy, then how the hell will he manage that with my asshole?
“It’s a good idea,” he murmurs, then harshly kisses me. It’s the complete opposite of how he talks to me. “I want to know what my sister feels like when she’s squeezing on my dick.”
“I don’t know if you can fit that inside me.”
“We’ll make it fit.”
He settles me on the picnic table and leans back to remove my clothes. I gasp as he jerks me with his rough movements. I peer into his eyes, and my mouth dries at the wild look in them. Time slows as he takes off his clothes, then jerks me off the table and turns me around so my back is to him.
“Jaxon, wait,” I breathe.
He bends me over, shoving between my shoulders. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to do this with you.”
Why can’t it be my pussy? He enjoys eating me out, so I thought he’d go for that first, then work me up to ass play. “Does it have to be my ass?”
“Yes.”
I wait for him to explain why, but he doesn’t. He molds his body against mine. His hand curls around my throat, and he turns my face toward him for a brutal kiss that makes my knees weak.
A lid pops open, and I tense.
“Just the lube, flower,” he murmurs.
He greedily swallows the moan that escapes me as he shoves his knee between my legs, spreading them wider and parting my ass cheeks.
I crack open my eyes, finding him already looking at me as he leans his head back.
“What if someone finds us?” I ask.
