She curled her fingers around the handgrips, feeling the strain in her arms from having them spread to the sides. Romeo's body shifted behind her. She looked over her shoulder, seeing him leaning to the side before grabbing her ankle.
"Put your foot here." He placed it on the front peg he usually used while riding. "Other one, doll."
She lifted her left foot and looked down, finding the spot. "I don't want to drive a motorcycle."
"You never drive a Harley, doll." He kissed her below the ear. "You ride."
"Oh." She laughed at his play of words. "If you say so—"
His finger slid past her cutoffs and dipped into her pussy. She looked around in the darkness. When they arrived, other people walked through the parking lot and on the path. It seemed now they were mostly alone. There were vehicles, but she couldn't see any people.
"You're wet." He coated his finger, sliding it between her folds. "Thank fuck you're not wearing any panties."
"What are you planning on doing?" She squeezed the handgrips as her thighs quivered at his touch.
"I'm going to fuck you." He shifted underneath her.
"Here?" She looked around the area. "Is that legal?"
The overhead lights in the parking area were on. Granted, they were on the edge of the lot and in the shadows, but if someone walked by them or looked too long, they would see two people sitting on a motorcycle.
"Scared?" he asked.
"No." Her eyes rounded, and she was glad she faced away from him.
He removed his hand between her legs and lifted her. "Stand on the pegs."
Holding on to the handlebars, she balanced her weight on her feet. The night air washed over her overheated body, and she shook her head, sending her hair down her back.
"I'd like what I'm seeing tattooed on my fucking chest." He grunted, making the motorcycle move underneath her.
She looked over her shoulder. He'd unhooked his belt and pulled the front of his jeans down to his hips, taking out his cock. Her legs trembled, realizing his intentions.
She still had on her shorts. While he'd managed to get one of his fingers inside to touch her pussy, she doubted whether he could slip his big cock past the material between her legs—panties or no panties.
Romeo trailed his hands over her ass, caressing the outside of her thighs. Balanced on the foot pegs of the motorcycle, she leaned forward, propping her ass in the air and toward his touch while holding on to the handlebars.
The night swallowed her. The pulse of her body filled her ears. She forgot they were in a public place.
"There's not a second out of the day that I don't want you." The crinkle of a condom wrapper tickled her senses.
Romeo hooked the thin strip of denim between her legs with his finger and yanked it to the side.
His boots framed her feet, taking space on the pegs. The motorcycle shifted as he stood behind her. Afraid the heavy Harley would tip, she held on tighter.
The warm, velvety hardness of his cock caressed her inner thigh like a bolt of lightning to her soul. Her back arched, drawn to the heat.
Romeo's primordial actions toward her always sent her spinning out of control.
He slammed into her. Her elbows weakened, and she braced herself. Romeo grabbed the flare of her hips, bringing her back and grounding his body against her.
"Romeo." She rocked back against him in time with his thrusts.
He drove himself even deeper in her. Her bra barely constraining the sway of her breasts as he plunged in, pulled back, and sank into her again. At his mercy, she let her head drop between her arms, trying to draw air into her lungs.
Out of nowhere, her orgasm dug its nails in and exploded. Her pussy constricted, over and over, as pleasure flowed through her.
Romeo wrapped an arm around her waist and held her tight against him as his pelvis thrust in rapid-fire. He grew even warmer inside her as he filled the condom with his release.
Consciousness took hold with her second wind, and she raised her head. Adrenaline filled her, aware of being in the parking lot.
Romeo slipped out of her and stepped off the pegs. She looked over her shoulder at him sitting on the seat, pulling off the condom and tying a knot at the end. He gathered her with one arm and put her on the ground beside the bike. She rearranged her shorts and straightened her shirt while he walked over to a garbage can thirty feet away.
Stifling a yawn, she watched him lumber back. Luckily, she couldn't see anyone else in the parking lot. It looked as if they were alone.
A bubble of happiness grew inside of her. She still fought the growing feelings toward Romeo because she was afraid of losing him, but she clung to the times when it was obvious how they felt toward one another. He was too good to be true.
He stopped in front of her, leaned in, and kissed her. "Okay?"
"Mm." She grabbed the front of his vest, holding him close, and kissed him back. "Yes."
"Sure?"
She wound her arms around him. "Getting a little cold."
"Your sweatshirt is in my bag." He kept his arm around her and leaned toward the back of the Harley.
She took the hoodie from him and slipped it over her head. "I'm pretty sure you can get arrested for having sex in a public area."
Romeo slid his hand down and cupped her ass. "It wouldn't be the first time I did jail time."
She wrinkled her nose. "For public sex?"
The thought of him with another woman disgusted her, despite him believing she wouldn't care if he was with someone else. She'd care. In fact, it would kill her.
Earlier, Romeo hadn't put the moves on Danielle. She'd watched the whole interaction between the two of them. If anyone was to blame, it was Danielle for flirting with Romeo.
She'd deal with her coworker tomorrow.
"Ready?" He rubbed her back.
"Yeah." She kissed him one more time. "Let's go back to the house. I'm tired."
"Make sure you hold on to me." He sat the Harley.
She climbed on behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. "I won't let go."
Not now.
Not ever.
Chapter Thirty Two
The clatter of silverware stopped, and silence fell around the table. Romeo motioned for his brothers to continue eating. To show them what he wanted them to do, he dipped his spoon in the bowl and took a bite of what he suspected was supposed to be potato soup.
Except, there was no taste to the meal Timber had cooked. It was like eating cubes of raw potatoes floating in water.
He forced the mouthful down. A shiver rolled up his spine. Fuck, that was awful.
Brody shoved his bowl away from him. Romeo pointed toward the food, then at Timber, and held up his fist, threatening bodily harm if Brody refused to eat the soup. He wouldn't allow his brothers to hurt Timber's feelings. She was doing better than expected, trying to feed the whole family. It wasn't an easy chore. It took him years to get where his brothers stopped complaining about how he cooked.
"I can't do it, man," muttered Axel.
Turner got up from the table and walked to the kitchen sink. Romeo sprang from the chair and stepped to the side of Timber, blocking her view of Turner dumping out his soup.
"Take a break, doll." He patted her ass. "You've been on your feet all day."