on her shoulder.
Screw it , thought June.
She leaned in deep, moving harder and faster than she thought she would, misjudging the distance between them. Her lips spread across his, feeling the probing, almost gentle tip of his tongue as it slipped into her mouth. Was he thinking she would go halfway?
June Colt didn’t go halfway on anything . Something he would have to learn.
Her hands slipped across his thick skull, heart beating rapidly. A part of her tried hard not to marvel at the thickness of his hair, the density of his shoulders as she squeezed herself forward. Her legs seemed to have a life of their own, squirming to wrap forward around him. They were kept in place only by the barest remnants of self-control, and so her thighs massaged each other slowly, a flirting heat filling up her center.
“That good enough for you?” she whispered, sliding off of him slow.
He looked a bit stunned. She bit her lip, feeling equal parts impressed and disappointed in herself. She let the former win, for now.
“Good,” he said. “That was good. You’re full of surprises, aren’t you, wild girl?”
Ram coughed and pulled the nozzle out of the bike and stepped aside. The bikers disappeared down the street.
She made up some excuse about going to the bathroom. But honestly she just needed to splash cold water on her face before she started too deep down the rabbit hole with the world's sexiest outlaw.
Chapter 7
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W ild girl .
The thought of her filled his mind still even when she was gone. His dick felt harder than it had for ages, and Ram wasn't exactly starving on the sex front.
It was goddamn lucky he didn't lose control and fuck her hot ass right there on the frying pan heat of the concrete. The thought swelled his cock even more, imagining fucking her again and again, making her his in reality, until she was thanking him for picking her out of the crowd at the diner.
A stupid fantasy, of course. Good girls like that would never go for a guy like him. Certainly not in a public place like a gas station.
But then, there was that kiss...
A fluke, he concluded. She was trying to show off, show that she wasn't all goody two-shoes and college. And not a bad tasting fluke at that.
Ram knew his form had an effect on women—that other men simply weren't like him. But this was the first time he could remember a woman having such an effect on him
When he finished filling up the bike, he stepped around it, looking for any imperfections in the chrome or the machinery. The kick bars would need to be polished soon, and his back tire was showing a little more wear than he would like.
Through the window of the gas station, he saw June stepping from the bathroom and a trio of young men surround her. They were in their early twenties, wearing the standard shit-kicker outfits—expensive boots and cowboy hats, dime store shirts and jeans.
One crowded her against the soft drinks in the long fridge lining the wall. When she moved away, the other blocked her. They were all smiles, hands out, asking her to calm down.
Possession, hard and furious, filled Ram's mind. They were fucking with his old lady.
And that was a mistake.
He stormed into the store, his steps heavy and loud. The shit-kickers looked his way, eyes opening a bit, and then opening wider as Ram approached. They were all solid-sized boys with meat-and-potatoes diets, but Ram was a full size man and then some.
One of them wasn't quite as scared as he should be, given the look of fury on Ram's face. “Can I help you, bud? I'm talking to this lady, here.”
“You got something to say to my old lady you can say it in front of me,” said Ram. “So go on. Talk to her.”
June's face was some heavy mixture of dissatisfaction and relief. He wasn't sure how much of it was for him.
“Your old lady?” said the kid. “Well, it's just...I was saying...she looked good in that outfit.”
“You think my old lady looks good, huh?” He towered
Screw it , thought June.
She leaned in deep, moving harder and faster than she thought she would, misjudging the distance between them. Her lips spread across his, feeling the probing, almost gentle tip of his tongue as it slipped into her mouth. Was he thinking she would go halfway?
June Colt didn’t go halfway on anything . Something he would have to learn.
Her hands slipped across his thick skull, heart beating rapidly. A part of her tried hard not to marvel at the thickness of his hair, the density of his shoulders as she squeezed herself forward. Her legs seemed to have a life of their own, squirming to wrap forward around him. They were kept in place only by the barest remnants of self-control, and so her thighs massaged each other slowly, a flirting heat filling up her center.
“That good enough for you?” she whispered, sliding off of him slow.
He looked a bit stunned. She bit her lip, feeling equal parts impressed and disappointed in herself. She let the former win, for now.
“Good,” he said. “That was good. You’re full of surprises, aren’t you, wild girl?”
Ram coughed and pulled the nozzle out of the bike and stepped aside. The bikers disappeared down the street.
She made up some excuse about going to the bathroom. But honestly she just needed to splash cold water on her face before she started too deep down the rabbit hole with the world's sexiest outlaw.
Chapter 7
––––––––
W ild girl .
The thought of her filled his mind still even when she was gone. His dick felt harder than it had for ages, and Ram wasn't exactly starving on the sex front.
It was goddamn lucky he didn't lose control and fuck her hot ass right there on the frying pan heat of the concrete. The thought swelled his cock even more, imagining fucking her again and again, making her his in reality, until she was thanking him for picking her out of the crowd at the diner.
A stupid fantasy, of course. Good girls like that would never go for a guy like him. Certainly not in a public place like a gas station.
But then, there was that kiss...
A fluke, he concluded. She was trying to show off, show that she wasn't all goody two-shoes and college. And not a bad tasting fluke at that.
Ram knew his form had an effect on women—that other men simply weren't like him. But this was the first time he could remember a woman having such an effect on him
When he finished filling up the bike, he stepped around it, looking for any imperfections in the chrome or the machinery. The kick bars would need to be polished soon, and his back tire was showing a little more wear than he would like.
Through the window of the gas station, he saw June stepping from the bathroom and a trio of young men surround her. They were in their early twenties, wearing the standard shit-kicker outfits—expensive boots and cowboy hats, dime store shirts and jeans.
One crowded her against the soft drinks in the long fridge lining the wall. When she moved away, the other blocked her. They were all smiles, hands out, asking her to calm down.
Possession, hard and furious, filled Ram's mind. They were fucking with his old lady.
And that was a mistake.
He stormed into the store, his steps heavy and loud. The shit-kickers looked his way, eyes opening a bit, and then opening wider as Ram approached. They were all solid-sized boys with meat-and-potatoes diets, but Ram was a full size man and then some.
One of them wasn't quite as scared as he should be, given the look of fury on Ram's face. “Can I help you, bud? I'm talking to this lady, here.”
“You got something to say to my old lady you can say it in front of me,” said Ram. “So go on. Talk to her.”
June's face was some heavy mixture of dissatisfaction and relief. He wasn't sure how much of it was for him.
“Your old lady?” said the kid. “Well, it's just...I was saying...she looked good in that outfit.”
“You think my old lady looks good, huh?” He towered
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