“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
“To my car?”
“Uh-huh… You’re riding with me tonight, darling…”
Logan hauled her against his chest, grasping her buttocks and grinding his denim clad erection against her stomach. She wriggled against him and reached to wrap her arms around his neck, pulling his head lower and licked his lower lip.
“I’m riding with you later… But I need my car tomorrow. I promised to Burt to come and do a shift in the morning.”
“I cancelled it. When I’m through with you, you won’t be able to walk straight, let alone get up early for work.”
“Logan! We need the money!”
“We don’t need money as much as I need you. Stop arguing, Marie. You’re riding with me.”
“But…”
“What will it take to shut your mouth? A gag? A good and solid spanking?”
“How about both?”
“Jesus Christ, darling… Just get on the bike before I fucking molest you right here.”
She slid behind Logan, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her face between his shoulderblades. Closed her eyes and inhaled deeply the scent of leather and tobacco. Her hands slid lower until they were resting on the saddle, between Logan’s thighs, her fingers brushing against his cock every time he moved.
“You know… We’d get back home much faster and safer if you stopped groping me.”
“Safer? Since when have you started worrying about safety when you ride this monster?”
“Since I started giving you rides. I know, I know, we both heal. But it still hurts like a bitch when you crack your skull open or snap your arm in half. Do us both a favor and keep your hands above the beltline, okay?”
“Fine…”
She hooked her thumbs to the belt loops of his jeans, rubbing the muscles of his lower abdomen for the good measure. Logan gasped.
“Marie. What did I just tell you?”
“You were serious?”
“No, I was just joking. Let’s get going and get our skulls cracked just for the hell of it. It’ll be fun as hell to see which one recovers from the brain damage first!”
“Okey-dokey. Moving my hands now.”
“And don’t go getting any bright ideas while I’m driving…”
“Trust me. My ideas are far from bright right now…”
“Can we just get going now?”
“Uh… No?”
“Why the hell not?”
“…I need to pee…”
“Fuck. You can pee in your pants for all I care.”
He revved the engine, turning from the parking lot to a small path in the forest. A short cut that would save them half an hour it would have taken if he had chosen the main road. He could hear Marie squeaking from the surprise and her hands clasped tighter around his waist when the bike skidded slightly in the mud.
“You’re just a big meanie…”
“What was that?”
“I said that you’re mean!”
“And proud of it, darling!”
“Fuck you!”
“As soon as we get home!”
It was late spring. There were still small banks of snow here and there, but the terrain was mostly bare from it, covered with slippery mud and dead leaves. He could smell the fresh sap rising to the trees. It wouldn’t take long from new leaves to uncurl from their protective cocoons.
Sudden loud crashing sound echoing from the darkness surrounding them made him stop the bike and cut the engine. He scanned their surroundings and whistled low when his eyes landed to the source of the noise.
“Would you look at that…”
“What?”
“Over there. On that small clearing…”
“Oh… Wow…”
They sat in silence, watching a triangle playing out right in front of them. A moose, doe, was grazing at the clearing, chewing on fresh twigs and dry hay. Two bucks were fighting over the doe, their paddle-like horns clashing together as they shook their heads, their breath escaping in to the night with loud puffs and huffs, hooves pounding to the ground and spilling muddy snow everywhere.
“Aren’t they… Little late?”
“Very late. Or extremely early. They usually have calves already.”
“They don’t usually fight like this, do they?”
“Not this aggressively. Smaller ones usually run before they get hurt. That little guy is persistent.”
“Oh, I hate this…”
“You don’t want to watch?”
“No, it’s not that… It’s like watching those nature shows from Discovery. The ones where you see lions attack some poor zebra, and all you want to do is to run there and chase them away, stop them hurting that zebra.”
“Lions need to eat as well…”
“Can we just get going?”
“Sure.”
They slid off from the bike and started trudging forward; not wanting to disturb the moose any more than it was necessary. It took them a little longer to reach the motel than Logan had planned, but it didn’t matter. Those moose had offered a welcome distraction from the burn in the pit of his stomach, and he could actually think past his cock now.
“We have stayed in here long enough. I think it’s time to hit the road.”
“When do you want to leave?”
“As soon as possible. Burt told me that some people have been asking about me. Who I am. What am I doing. Where do I live. And when that starts to happen… It’s no good.”
“Do we have time or should we leave right now?”
“We have time. I was thinking we could stay until the end of this week. Gather supplies and stuff. There’s that cabin I won last week in the cage. We could head up there next and see what is it like.”
“That sounds nice…”
“Does it?”
“Yes. You, me… All alone in the middle of nowhere… Cozy fire and a bearskin rug in front of it…”
“Aren’t you getting a little ahead of things? We haven’t even seen the place yet and…”
She silenced him by grasping the lapels of his jacket and pulling him close enough to kiss him.
“Don’t be an ass, Logan. A girl can dream, can’t she?”
“I just don’t want you to get your hopes up for nothing. The place probably needs thorough renovating, or even more likely it craves a can of gasoline and a matchstick…”
“I got you a can of gasoline right here, and I think your matchstick is more than ready to go…”
He swallowed and closed his eyes when Marie grasped his wrist, guiding his hand between her thighs and cupped his crotch simultaneously. She felt hot, and the denim of her jeans was damp already. He snaked his fingers to the front pocket of her jeans, snatching the key to their room from there.
“If we’re ever going to get in to that bathtub, we need to hurry…”
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