Ryder's Last Run (Dueling Dragons MC Series) (24 page)

Hey there! Thanks for sticking around after the book and the review to read this hot little bit that I have for you guys.

A male friend of mine (who shall remain nameless) whom I ran into at a Jaded Mary concert none-the-less said “Heya, Rose. You write books, right?”

I nodded and he handed me his iPhone, giving him a funny look he said, “Read the screen girl. If you like it, you can use it or whatever.”

So I look down at this iPhone and I start to see the most amazing, erotica and downright get your panties wet scene that is in a male POV.

So, Grace cleaned it up a little bit and here is it ladies, maybe if we make a big enough stink I can get us more. ;) ~Rose D

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Once again my bike has left me stranded. I love my bike but sometimes I believe it actually wishes me ill. It’s truly is a love hate relationship I have with the old yellow shovelhead. I spend more time wrenching on her than I do riding her, and on days like today, when she leaves me walking I truly think of selling her. This time she threw the drive belt. Knowing there is no way to fix the old bike without first getting a hold of a belt I start walking. I have no idea where I'm going but sitting on the side of the interstate surely isn’t going to get me anywhere. I decided to leave my leathers in the saddlebags. Even without them the chance of some picking me up, a 6' 1, bald, 220-pound biker was slim to none. I was almost certain that there was no way I was going to land a ride on the side of I-90.

Sure enough after walking about 10 miles as near as I can tell, by cars speeding by at 70. No one has so much as touched a brake pedal. My mood is surprisingly still pleasant. The sun is out, rare in April for Washington. It’s just a pleasant warm spring day besides I really had nothing important planned for today anyway. When the thought of how it could be so much worse passed through my mind I notice brake lights.

I may be mistaken but I believe the black SUV pulling over to the shoulder just may offer me a ride. I start to jog up to the Subaru. The passenger window slides down and I bend down to look at the driver.

Damn. I figured if anyone pulled over it would be some over the hill fat toothless biker, but I could not have been more wrong. The driver is beautiful long blonde hair, shining blue eyes, and a lithe long figure, as far as I can tell from she’s seated.

She looks at me for a moment and asks. “That your bike I saw a few miles back?”

“Yeah.” I reply. “I threw a belt there's no fixing it without out a new one. Figured I'd walk to the next town and see if I could find one.”

She looks a little nervous. “The next town is Issaquah. I don't think they have a shop there, but I’m pretty sure there is one in Bellevue. I don't normally pick up strangers, but I felt bad for you. It’s such a long walk. Would you like a ride? I can look up a shop on my phone. So you can at least get to the part you need."

"Lady you have no idea how indebted I would be to you. These boots I have on are great for riding, but not so good for walking." Opening the door I climb in. “I really do appreciate this."

"Sure it's ok. Would you mind putting on your seat belt?" She asked nicely.

Clicking the seatbelt buckle into the latch she starts driving following the directions to the Harley shop she found on her phone. I was surprised that she chatted as we drove. Though still a little uncomfortable with a stranger in her car, she’s doesn't seem to have the closed minded prejudice I often run into when I'm in my riding clothes.

All too quickly the ride is over and we pull into the parking lot of the Harley shop.

“Thanks again.” I said closing her door.

“I’ll wait here, I can give you a ride back to your bike.” She offers.

I can't believe my good fortune. “Thanks. I’ll be right back.” A bell chimes as I open the door to the shop. After the parts guy clicks around on his computer searching for the part I’m up for another bad break. They don't have one, but they can order one, but it won't come in ‘till the next day. Damn it!

Turning around I head back outside to release the lovely lady from her offer. “Hey, I really appreciate the offer but they don't have the part. Won't be in ‘till tomorrow. So it doesn't look like I’ll need that ride back. Thanks for all the help though.”

She looks at me a while and asks. “What are you going to do?"

“Well, I guess I'm going to find a place to crash until it comes in tomorrow. Not much else I can do." I replied

“Well good luck, hope you get it fixed.” She said with a smile.

“Thanks. I'm sure it'll work itself out. You take care and thanks again for the ride.” With that the beautiful creature was gone. ‘God I'm an idiot.’ I thought to myself I should have at least got her number.

Going back into the Harley shop I asked the parts guys if he knew of a cheap hotel nearby where I can crash for the night.

“Bellevue really isn’t the place to look for cheap, but that there is as decent as you’re going to find.” He says pointing in the general direction. “It’s a little ways down the street on the left.”

“Thanks.” For the second time today I’m reduced to walking.

Exiting the shop I see the Subaru pulling back into the parking lot. Surprised I smile to myself and walk over to the driver’s side as she rolls down the window.

“I got to thinking,” she says. “You seem like a really nice guy, and since I know you’re going to be here for the night. I was wondering if you’d like to go have a drink and maybe some dinner?"

“Hell, the least I can do is buy you dinner. Besides it's not likely I will get any better offers.”

“Great! I know a little place around the corner, it's a little dive bar but the foods divine.”

“Sounds good. I don't think I'd fit in anywhere nicer right now anyway." I said glancing down to my greasy Levi’s, Harley Tee, and plaid flannel over shirt. Walking around the Subaru I climbed into the passenger seat.

The dive bar is nowhere near as bad as some of the places I've been known to frequent, and the food is pretty good. After few drinks, couple games of pool, and great conversation I’m really not looking forward to saying goodbye to this lady.

While shooting pool I got the chance for closer inspection of her lithe body. To say she took care of herself would have been a great understatement. Through her clothes I could tell she had a perfectly flat tummy, and pert little breasts, but the ass she had on her. My god, I haven’t seen a butt like that since I was in high school! Now, I really don't want this night to end, but this is a Bellevue lady. No way she's going to dig the likes of me, even if she is flirting with me.

“Look not that I want this evening to end, but I’m sure you’ve got other thing you got to do. Don’t let me keep you.” I said offering a chance for her make an exit.

“I can go if you like, but I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you, and to be honest I’m not ready to leave.” She replied. “In fact it’d be such a waste for you to stay at a motel for one night, when I have a house here in town.” She paused. “You don’t have to say yes, but either way I’d like to stay in your company a little longer.”

“Sounds good to me.” Reaching out and grabbing her by the shoulders I pulled her close. I can feel her firm round breasts against my chest and leaning in I press a kiss to her lips. She returns my kiss without hesitation, brushing her soft inviting lips against mine playfully. Our tongues brush against each other in a slow soulful dance of sensuality. Feeling the blood rushing through my veins I can’t get enough of the delectable taste of her full lips.

"I'm really not into PDA.” She whispers huskily. “If you keep it up we are going to have to cut our pool game short.”

I tossed the pool stick on to the pool table. “What pool game?” With her still in my arms I lean into her body pinning against table. “Let's get out of here. I don't think either of us wants to finish to game anyway.” Paying our tab we headed to her place.

On the ride there my hand rested on her thigh, taunt and supple. The drive isn’t long but it feels an eternity. I can't wait to feel her lips against mine, to see all that lies hidden from view. My lust is boiling, so much so I can feel my cock straining against the fabric of my jeans. Then finally we arrive.

Unlocking the door she pulled me straight upstairs and into her bedroom. Our hands searched each other’s bodies, passion and desire flooded our kiss, and the need was overwhelming. As she pressed her mound against my erection I could feel the heat radiating off of her. Yanking both my shirts over my head and tossing them onto the floor I seized a handful of her hair I pulled back. Bringing her mouth to mine in a deep kiss, our tongues swathe like the coil of serpents. As I undid the buttons of her blouse, she worked on my pants unbuckling my belt and ripping open the fly of my jeans unleashing my throbbing cock. She continues pulling down the waist of my jeans and no sooner as I step out of them she drops to her knees taking me into her mouth.

Pure ecstasy. Her tongue swirls as she glides her sweet mouth up and down, root to tip. I let her play a little longer before I pull her to her feet. Gathering her up into my arms and lifting her onto the bed I peel her jeans off and drink in the sight of her body. Black lace panties cling to her, accentuating the curve of her hip and her nipples are hard beneath the sheer fabric of her silky bra. Stunning.

I stay looking down at her. Not caring to hide the lust I feel surging through my soul. I pull her damp panties off and gaze at her golden pussy. My mouth waters with the need to taste her, to sink deep into her wetness. To discover the mysteries of what it will take to send her over the edge. As I run my tongue along her folds she slips her hands to the back of my head and arches back pushing against my mouth. She is dripping with desire and I can feel her heat building, feel her juices roll freely down her thighs and over my chin. Kissing my way up her firm belly I can feel that she is covered in gooseflesh. With a quick click the snap of her bra is undone slowly I pull it away savoring the sight off her breast spilling out. Rolling her nipple between my thumb and index finger I tease her a little before pinching. A moan escapes her lips. Bringing my mouth down on her breast I use my tongue to massage her nipples until they are firm buds. I can imagine the chills it sends coursing through her body. Pulling my attention away from her breast she kisses me with a fierce passion.

“I want you inside me.” She says spreading her thighs and wrapping her legs around me.

Kissing her neck I position myself to enter her. Slippery with want and burning with desire I slide deep to the hilt. Inside she feels aflame I almost lose myself right then. But holding back I slowly thrust myself deeper. Suddenly she rolls me onto to my back. Mounted on top she looks me in the eye and pulls my hands to grip her breasts before she starts to ride my swollen member. I can’t remember ever being this hard, so hard it is almost painful but damn if it doesn’t feel good. I can see a flood of pleasure building as she rides back and forth rubbing her mound on both my shaft and bone. I can feel my helmet rubbing deep along her walls. I lose myself to the sensation my own orgasm building in my loins. Tightening my thighs I move my hands to her waist, matching each thrust with the rocking of her hips. It’s not deep enough, yet I feel as if I can almost touch her soul.

I need her, I need her release, I need mine. I need to get lost in it. I hear her breath quicken. The walls of her pussy clench, milking my rock hard cock. She moans dropping her head to the crook of my neck her pussy still massaging my cock in waves. It’s too much my release comes crashing down and I shoot my hot cum deep within her. Pure bliss.

Running my fingertips lightly across her back she moves beside me, resting her head against my chest. Together we lay they spent covered in a sheen of sweat, each in our own world, yet still connected by lust. As we begin kissing again I feel the fire start to once rise again.

This was just the beginning.