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“Stiles! Lindy and I are out of here!”

Stiles never relaxed his embrace. “Okay. Let’s hold off on the Birmingham trip.”

Bridget opened her eyes to watch Treble lead Lindy by the hand, turning when they reached the kitchen door. “Good idea. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Not too early.”

Treble chucked and opened the door, Lindy following him out hand in hand. As soon as the kitchen door shut behind them, she pulled out of Stiles’ embrace, placing her hands tenderly on his face. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he whispered. She stared into his eyes for a moment before she smiled and pulled his lips to hers.

CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE

Lindy followed Treble as he tugged her toward his bike. “It’s raining!” she protested.

“So?”

She thought about it a moment and realized she didn’t care. It was a warm June night, she was still wet from her walk in the rain, and if she had anything to say about it, she would be out of her wet clothes soon enough. “Fuck it. Let’s ride,” she said then smiled, the thought of riding through the night, in the rain, on back of a motorcycle making her feel naughty and free.

Treble chuckled as she settled on the bike, handing his helmet back to her. She took it and plopped it on her head, adjusting the strap to fit as he thumbed the bike to life.

“I need my own helmet.”

“I have an extra.”

“Yeah, but I want one I can call my own.”

Treble grinned as he muscled the bike around. “You want some leathers, too? You going to the whole biker chick route?”

“When in Rome…”

Treble chuckled as he blipped the throttle, thinking how Lindy would be hotter than hell in some tight fitting leather. He could feel his cock hardening as he eased out on the clutch, splashing through puddles until he pulled out on the road and opened the taps on the big Harley. They bellowed away into the night as Lindy tucked in tight and held him close.

“I’ll get the trailer door,” Lindy said as they rolled to a stop at Treble’s RV. She clambered off the back of bike and walked to the trailer, trying to remember what she had seen. She had watched him open the door only once before, so it took her a bit of fiddling to figure out the latch, but then finally got it and lowered the door so that he could ride the bike inside.

“Let me do it,” she said as he stepped out and bent to lift the door. He grinned and took a step back with his hands held up in front of him. The door was heavy, but not as heavy as she expected. She pushed it up with a grunt then reversed what she had done to unlatch the door. As soon as the door latched, she turned to face him, grinning in accomplishment.

Treble watched as Lindy buttoned up the trailer. He didn’t know she knew how to open it until she told him, and he fought the urged to help her lift the door. It was counter-weighted, but it was still plenty heavy, but she seemed to lift it without much effort, latching it shut then grinning at him.

She was soaked, her shirt plastered to her like a second skin with her bra clearly visible through the almost translucent fabric, her nipples making convex points in her shirt, the rain droplets on her skin making her glow. He had never seen a sexier woman than Lindy at this moment and as she reach up and pushed her hair back, he almost groaned in pent up desire.

Lindy’s gaze glided over Treble, his shirt stuck to him and revealing every bulge and valley of his body. She would give a lot to see him without his leather vest on so she could truly appreciate his body as he stood there dripping with rain. She liked the way he was looking at her, so she smoothed her hair back, taking a deep breath as she did. She may not be the most sexually experienced woman around, but she knew what men liked. She felt herself flood at the thought of making love to Treble in the soft summer rain, the low and heavy rumble of distant thunder adding to the moment. She took three slow steps to him, before pressing in tight against him and pulling his mouth to hers. His kiss was electric, lighting up her body as the rain pattered against his leather vest.

“I need to get out of these clothes,” she whispered as she pulled back from the kiss.

“Yes you do,” he murmured in reply, feeling like a teenager again, flustered and aching for the woman before him.

She had felt the bulge in his pants when she pressed in tight and she smiled as he stepped around her and began to pull her toward the RV. She was going to make good use of that tonight and she looked forward to her next new experience. Bridget had told her before how good make up sex was, and she was looking forward to finding out if what she said was true, because if it was better than regular sex, it had to be incredible.

The moment she reached the top of the three steps, he turned to kiss her passionately, unable to wait until they reached the bedroom. The kiss outside in the rain had enflamed him, her mouth tasting even sweeter than he remembered. He had been semi-hard during the entire ride back to the coach, already thinking of all the things they were going to do to each other, but her incredibly powerful kiss had blotted all that out. Now he could think of nothing save for pleasing her and making her his.

She liked the need that was pouring off him as he kissed her, his desire feeding her own. She had never felt more sexy or desired than she did at this moment, so she leaned into the kiss, their tongues touching and sliding across their lips as she began to tug at his vest, pushing it over his shoulders, needing to feel his skin against hers right
now!

He shrugged out of the vest and allowed it to fall to the floor. He needed to slow down, needed to get control of himself, but it was impossible. He had
never
wanted a woman as much as he wanted Lindy at this moment.

She felt him trying to pull away but she was having none of it, holding him in the kiss until he surrendered and kissed her even more zealously than before. Treble was her first, and only, lover, but she couldn’t imagine wanting any man more than she wanted him.

“I want you to make love to me,” she panted when he finally broke the kiss and began to suckle her neck.

Make love to me…
Her words rattled around in his head and he realized that was what Lindy offered that Marci did not. He
cared
about her, even if he didn’t love her, and that made it more than just fucking. He pulled back from her and began to unbutton her blouse. Even the way she dressed, presenting herself with a casual sexiness, excited him more than the likes of Marci and her over-the-top display. He peeled her out of her clinging shirt, dropping it to the floor with his vest as he buried his face in her breasts, kissing and licking her as he breathed in her scent.

She sighed and held his head to her chest as he kissed the valley of her breasts, her head tipping back slightly in pleasure. He kissed and nuzzled her a moment before releasing her breasts from their prison, pulling the lacy fabric from her and adding it to the growing pile in the floor. He steered her down onto the couch, making her gasp as her bare skin contacted the shockingly cold leather, but his heat continued to wash over her, the cold almost instantly forgotten. He knelt on the floor, his tongue circling one of her nipples as he nursed her. This was the very location that her journey began, and she would have him here, on this couch, to complete the circle.

He pulled back, allowing Lindy to pull his shirt over his head, smiling as she threw it over her head, the shirt tumbling down the steps to the door. He would have to try to remember where it went later, but, for now, he could spare it no additional thought. She pulled him to her, dragging him up to take his lips, wrapping her legs around his ass and pulling him down on her. She was incredibly warm against his bare chest, her skin as hot as if she was feverish.

“Damnit!” she panted as she pushed him away, her hands busy at her pants. She needed him, desperately, but her damn pants where in the way. As she kicked and struggled, giggling in frustration as she tried to slide the wet pants off, Treble stood and began to squirm out of his jeans, this hip shakes as he worked the material down making his cock bounce and dance. She wanted it. She wanted it in her mouth, in her hand and in her pussy.

He was marginally faster getting his pants off than she was and he returned to his knees, pulling the tangled and wet wad of panties, sock and pants off her leg, throwing them aside. She pulled at him, urging him upwards, but he resisted her tugs as he bent to kiss the inside of her thighs.

Lindy shuddered as his tongue touched her womanhood, the pleasure radiating out from the point of his tongue so intense that she felt like she was but an instant from exploding into orgasm. She twisted and moved as he licked and probed, her hands going to his head as a soft moan of pleasure escaped her. He moved, ducking under her legs before rising, tipping her back on the couch.

She pressed down with her legs, her heels biting into his back, but he didn’t even notice the discomfort. Her soft pants and moans, and her slow erotic squirms, caused his blood to run hot. He bore in, flicking her button with his tongue, sensing her approaching orgasm. He slid a finger into her, then two, her tightness still incredible as he slowly worked his fingers while his tongue danced.

“Oh…
God!”
she gasped, her back arching as she pressed down with her legs, pushing her hips up while pulling his head down as her orgasm roared through her, washing away her doubts that this was what she wanted, that Treble was
who
she wanted.

As she tipped into orgasm, her hips flexing and thrusting, he continued to caress her with his tongue, pushing her climax on, driving her higher and higher. With Lindy there were no faked screams of orgasm, no x-rated babble, only the sounds of a woman in pleasure, and his ache for her increased.

“Take me…take me…please, take me…please, I need you inside of me…please, take me,” she begged as her rapture flowed out of her. She pulled at him, trying to stop the devastating pleasure of his tongue, desperate to feel him inside of her. He stopped battering her with his lips and tongue and rose, bringing his lips to hers before he slowly entered her.

She gasped, her hands coming up beside her head as they clasped into fists and she began to shudder softly while her face twisted into a mask of pleasure. Suddenly her hands snapped out and she grabbed him, pulling his lips to hers as she kissed him furiously, moaning and panting in the kiss.

“
Fuck…
” she breathed as she released him.

“Did you come again?” he asked with a smile.
Now this is what sex should be like!

“It’s not funny,” she sighed, his bemused tone making her smile. “Jesus, you made me light-headed,” she added as she blinked, trying to clear her mind, the two orgasms causing her to stop thinking straight.

“You want to stop?”

“Oh, no, babe. We’re just getting started.”

Lindy’s purred words were like an electric prod and caused a crackling energy to ripple through him.
She’s going to make me come before I even get started.
He began to move, slow and easy, watching as her eyes slowly drift closed and her face crinkle in pleasure. He could feel the beginnings of an orgasm forming already, so he leaned forward, taking her lips for his own, as he thrust into her, slow and steady.

“What’s wrong?” she whispered as he grunted softly then stopped moving.

“Nothing.”

She smiled, his strained voice telling her all she needed to know. They had just gotten started and he was already fighting his orgasm, the fact that he was struggling so soon making her feel sexy and powerful.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered as she bucked her hips.

“I’ll come.”

“I want you to,” she murmured as she kissed him slowly. “Remember how you said if you fight against an orgasm, it makes it more intense? I want you to do that for me.” She kissed him again. “I want to see you come hard.”

“But—”

“Shhhh…I’ve already come twice,” she whispered, cutting him off. “Don’t worry about me. I want this.” When he didn’t say anything she gave him another nudge by rocking her hips. “There is always later. Please, Treble. I want to please you. Do this for me.”

He groaned, just the thought of her offering herself to him so unselfishly making his orgasm swirl closer. He began to move, slowly at first, but even this easy pace caused his orgasm to swell within him again. He wasn’t going to last long, but he would fight it for as long as he could, allowing the climax to wind him tighter and tighter until it overcame his control.

“Harder,” she whispered, watching his face twist in ecstasy. Every other time they made love she had been strung out and already whipped into a frenzy when he came, but this time if she focused, she could watch the pleasure play across his face and listen as this breathing became harder and more labored.