Riding Steele: Wanted by Opal Carew Page B

unzipped his pants and pulled out his erection. Then he stepped toward her and pulled aside the crotch of her panties. She moaned at the feel of his hot, hard member against her.
    “Fuck, woman, you were driving me to distraction.” Then he drove forward, impaling her.
    “Oh, God.” She clung to him, holding his body tight to hers, then he drew back, the ridge of his cock dragging on her passage, sending tremors through her.
    Then he drove deep again and she moaned.
    He drove into her again and again, her whimpers building to long steady moans as pleasure swamped her senses.
    “Oh, Steele, yes.”
    He nuzzled her neck as he drove deep again. The feel of his lips heightened her senses and she cried out. Her nerve endings glistened with intense sensations and when he drove into her again, she felt the tidal wave begin.
    “Oh, yes.” She clung tight to his shoulders. “Steele, I’m …” She gasped as pleasure rushed through her. “I’m coming.” She wailed, throwing her head back as she shot to heaven, her body exploding in a tumultuous burst of ecstatic bliss.
    He groaned as he thrust, then jerked forward, holding her tight against him as he pulsed inside her.
    They stood like that for a long moment, ensconced in each other’s arms. Finally, he smiled down at her, and kissed her, his hands cupping her cheeks.
    “Now we need to get back on the road.”
    She smiled, feeling more content than she had in … forever. “Yes, sir. Whatever you say.”
    *
    It was getting late in the afternoon and Laurie’s stomach was rumbling. Steele had grabbed a handful of granola bars and several bottles of water on the way out of the cabin this morning, but the two bars she’d eaten weren’t enough. She wanted dinner and didn’t know when or where Steele would stop to get something to eat.
    But she knew he would take care of her. She rested her head against his solid back, her arms snug around his waist.
    Steele veered off the main road onto another road that disappeared into trees. Soon they turned onto another smaller road and drove for a while. The road split at a Y junction and as Steele continued, after a short time, the gravel road diminished into a dirt road, then soon became a narrower path with clumps of grass studding the surface. He pulled into a clearing and stopped the bike by a big tree, then dismounted.
    It was a lovely spot by a small lake, trees surrounding them, giving them lots of privacy, though this far off the paved road there was probably no one around for miles. The sun glittered on the calm surface of the water.
    He pulled off his helmet and opened the storage compartment on the back of the bike and tugged out a blanket and spread it on the grass, then handed her a bottle of water. She opened it and took a swig.
    He settled down beside her and gazed out over the water.
    “This is a nice spot,” she said.
    He nodded. “We have several places like this across the country where we like to stop when we’re in the area. Sort of regular places to camp. This one’s well off the beaten track, so it’s a good place to go when you don’t want to be found.”
    “Do you often not want to be found?” she asked.
    He shrugged. “We’re not criminals if that’s what you mean. But I like getting away from it all. I grew up in a city. Crammed into a little box called an apartment. Working all the time. I always wanted to get away. Ride the open road.” He sipped his water. “Be free.”
    “So what stopped you?”
    “Commitments. Time. Money.”
    “What kind of commitments?”
    He gazed at her, his expression somber.
    “I’m sorry. It’s none of my business.”
    He sighed. “No, it’s okay.” He capped his water then stretched out on his side, head propped on his hand. “I had a little sister. Chrissy. Our mom …” He shrugged. “She took off when I was a teenager, leaving just Chrissy and me to fend for ourselves. I dropped out of school and got a job. Several, actually, while trying to keep