She eagerly settled behind him outside the flower shop and placed her arms around his waist. When the bike jumped to life, a single shiver of excitement bolted through her, and they took off.
The ride to the Iron Horse Saloon was a short twenty-minute one, but he'd promised a longer ride after they had something to eat. Inside the roadhouse, several older bikers lining the bar checked her out as she followed Goldie to a table on the back patio. They were the only ones on the patio, and Goldie moved the umbrella to shield the sun from their faces. The lush foliage, the random smattering of wildflowers, and the full pine and evergreen trees surrounded them. In the distance, a rush of water echoed.
"It's pretty and so calming up here," she said, watching a few iridescent dragonflies skipping over the bushes.
"I love it up here. It's close to town, but it feels like we're in another place." Goldie dragged her chair closer to him. "Now, give me your lips."
Tingles skated over her skin as she leaned forward and kissed him deeply as she grabbed his hair and pulled it. Moaning softly, her tongue danced with his, her nipples hardening when he brushed his thumb across them over and over. With each swipe over her aching buds, her arousal surged through her senses, landing at the opening between her legs. She slipped his bottom lip between her teeth and sucked it, then bit down as her passion escalated.
"Fuck, Hailey." With his hand tangled in her hair, he yanked her head back and kissed her hard. "You're irresistible," he rasped. Parting her lips, their tongues entwined as he placed his hand over her breast, his finger stroking the very tip of her nipple.
She squirmed and moaned under his touch, his lingering kiss dampening her panties and making her clench her legs together. The firmer and wetter he kissed her, the more it drove her wild with desire. She craved to ride him while his thick cock was deep inside her.
"Do you know how fuckin' sexy you are?" he said against her lips.
"You're driving me crazy," she breathed.
"I like that." His low chuckle rumbled in her ears, and then his lips were back to doing wickedly delicious things to hers. "I can't stop kissing you," he whispered.
Someone clearing his throat made Hailey pull away. A tall, bearded man in a black shirt and jeans held a notepad and a pen. "How's it going, dude?" he said to Goldie.
"Good, bro."
"I'm guessin' you're not gonna start any fights, right?"
Goldie laughed. "Nah. I'm in a good mood." He squeezed Hailey flush to him.
"I can see that. You guys want something to drink and eat?"
"A Coors for me." He looked at Hailey. "What do you want?"
"A peach margarita," she said, to which Goldie and the waiter busted out laughing. "Is it an inside joke?" she asked.
Goldie smoothed her hair back. "This is a biker bar. Margaritas aren't on the list. Beer and hard liquor are what's available."
"Okay. I guess I'll have a White Russian." Goldie and the waiter shook their heads. "You don't have that either," she said out loud. "Bring me a Coke with a couple of slices of lemon."
"That we have," the man said.
"Do you want some nachos?" Goldie asked her.
"Sure. I prefer them without any meat. Are you cool with that?"
"Yeah. Bring me an order of wings with the habanero sauce. You gonna go on the charity poker run?"
"Yeah, put me and Bruiser down. I'll let you know if Lizard's gonna go. Does the lady want anything besides the nachos?"
"No. The nachos are enough for me. Thanks."
When he walked away, Hailey asked, "What's a poker run?"
Goldie explained it and told her about the upcoming rally. He told her what his duties were as the road captain of the club. She loved hearing about his lifestyle and his world; it was different from anything she'd ever known.
When the man came back with their drinks, he gave her a once-over and winked at her, then headed back into the restaurant.
"I can't believe he did that in front of you," she said as she squeezed lemon into her Coke.
"Rusty's a horny bastard. Don't take offense. He thinks you're a hang-around or a one-nighter. I'll set him straight."
"Why would he think that?"
"'Cause he knows me. I don't have women around for long."
"We've been hanging out for a few weeks. Am I your record?"
He laughed. "Yeah, you are." He picked up one of his wings and took a bite. "Fuck, these are good."
"What's a hang-around?"
"Women who come to the clubhouse to party with the brothers. They're there for a good time. Believe it or not, women go crazy for the chance to party with a biker. They all want to be on the back of a Harley. It's crazy."
"A lot of women like the idea of a bad boy, and I'd say a guy in a rough motorcycle club would turn a lot of women on."
"Does it turn you on?"
She shook her head. "You turn me on, not your lifestyle or your motorcycle."
Putting his beer down, he leaned over and kissed her hard on the lips. "You're fuckin' incredible."
Licking her lips, she picked up her Coke and took a long drink. "How can you eat that habanero sauce?"
"I like hot and spicy things." He winked at her and picked up another wing.
She snickered, then popped another chip in her mouth. I'm having the best time with him. It's just so easy and natural between us. I'm really falling for him.
"What're you thinking about?" he asked.
"About your clubhouse. I heard you guys have some wild parties. I want to go to one of them."
"They're not for you."
"I'll be the judge of that. I want to go."
Pushing back in his chair, he stared at her. "The parties can get out of hand. Fights break out, people are real open, and the whole atmosphere can be crazy. Sometimes we have other guys from other clubs come by, or wannabes who're trying to get in good with the club will come with patched members. It isn't like a regular party."
"I'm just curious. I'll be with you, so nothing's going to happen. Please?" She tipped her head down and looked up at him. She knew the look drove him crazy, and she could get her way when she used it.
Running his hands through his hair, he blew out a long breath. "Damn, woman. I should say no, but for some fucked-up reason I'll go ahead and take you to the party this Saturday. But I don't want to hear any complaints or judgments from you. Got it?"
She nodded and gave him a peck on the mouth. "Thank you. What should I wear?"
"Nothing revealing. Jeans and a T-shirt are good."
"Since we've been together I haven't been able to wear anything revealing," she said.
He chuckled. "Another bonus to sucking your soft skin."
After they finished eating, Goldie took them to Arrow Lake, which was a good hour from town. The day had grown hotter, and there weren't any people at the lake.
"I haven't been here in years. Ryan used to take me to Overland Lake to swim since it's closer to town, but I've only been to Arrow Lake once. I don't remember it being this pretty." Rays of light from the afternoon sun danced across the water. The shore was a mixture of earth, rocks, and grass, and the circle of trees surrounding cast its reflection on the shimmering cyan blue water.
Goldie took out a blanket from his saddlebags. "I prefer to come here. Overland Lake is too crowded, especially in the summer. It's quiet here, and sometimes it's good to get away from the noise of life."
"Is that why you like to ride your Harley?"
"You bet. I love the way it makes me feel. Riding solo gives me freedom and solitude. There's nothing like it."
"I can understand that."
He grasped her hand and led her to a grassy area, spreading open the blanket before kicking off his boots and tugging her down.
She laughed. "I'm sort of freaked because the first and only time I was here, my dad and I were bitten to death by mosquitoes. Someone at work told my dad Arrow Lake was a great place to fish."
"Fishing here sucks."
She nodded. "We found that out the hard way."
"I can't see you going fishing. I'm surprised your dad took you."
"I pleaded with him. He always gave in to that."
"You were always such a princess," he said.
"Still am." She smiled when he playfully poked her in the ribs, his fingers close to the underside of her breast. She sucked in her breath, even the hint of him touching her intimately made her skin tingle.
"Did you catch any fish?"
"Three." They both burst out laughing. Holding her stomach, she lay on her back, her sides aching. He hovered over her and peppered her face with small, feathery kisses, then trailed down her neck to her collarbone. "Hailey."
The vibrations of his lips on her skin sent a direct surge to her pussy. She was still on high alert from the restaurant, so it didn't take much to heighten her arousal again. Under the clear blue sky, the lull of a slight breeze, and the melodic chorus of birds, she wanted him to fuck her hard. The fear of someone watching didn't matter to her. Normally, she'd be squeamish about it, but Goldie brought out a nasty side of her she never knew she had.