Hot Ride(9)

"This is away from the crowds." He pulled off his helmet and stowed it, then she handed him hers.

She got off the bike and glanced around at the lovely spot. There was a  small sandy beach with a fallen tree that would make a great place to  sit, trees around them so they had privacy, though she doubted anyone  would bother hiking this far around the lake given the lovely big beach  near the entrance. Willow was a small town, so it didn't get crowded at  the worst of times.

He wrapped his arms around her and drew her close, then found her lips.  She melted against his muscular body and he lifted her and set her on  the bike seat, continuing the kiss. He stood between her widened legs,  the feel of his growing bulge sending heat shimmering through her. She  wrapped her legs around his thighs, longing to pull out his big cock and  stroke it. Her fingers found his zipper and she drew it down.

"You said something about swimming," she murmured, nuzzling under his raspy chin.

She slid her hand inside his jeans and caressed the hot, silky flesh stretched taut over his steel rod.

He chuckled. "Maybe I need to toss you in the water to cool you down."

She squeezed and stroked up and down. "Is that really what you want? To cool me down?"

"Fuck." He cupped her cheeks. "If I don't, we might both explode."

She took his hand and guided it under her T-shirt until he cupped her breast.

"That sounds wonderful to me."

His finger dipped under the lace and glided over her bead-hard nipple.

"What the fuck is going on here?"

Hayley froze at the rough voice behind her. Rip discreetly drew his hand from under her shirt.

"Don't worry," he murmured in her ear as she released his cock and tugged up his zipper. "They can't see anything."

They?

He lifted her from the bike. Once her feet touched the ground, she  turned to see three big, tough looking guys in leather jackets ambling  toward them. God, they looked like trouble waiting to happen.

Their gazes turned to her, assessing. Gliding up and down her body until  she felt stripped naked. A slow smile spread across the biggest one's  face.

"You willing to share?" he said to Rip.

Rip remained calm and confident. "Not with the likes of you."

Her stomach clenched. Were they going to fight? And if they did …  Oh,  God, Rip wouldn't be able to hold off three of them. He'd get hurt. And  what would they do to her?

The men were almost upon them as Rip held his ground. Her chest constricted.

The biggest man lifted his arm and her eyes widened, waiting for fists  to fly, but instead, he grabbed Rip's arm and squeezed, then they hugged  each other.

"Uh …  what's going on?" she asked.         

     



 

"Didn't he tell you about us?" the tall man said.

She shook her head.

"Hayley this is Steele, Wild Card, and Shock. We travel together."

Steele stuck out his leather gloved hand and she shook it. He grinned. "Pleasure, Hayley."

His hand was big and his handshake firm. Wild Card and Shock shook her hand, too.

Steele was taller than Rip by several inches. His quiet confidence and  air of authority made it clear he was the leader of this small band. He  had short hair, and eyes the color of granite.

Wild Card was the shortest man, at about six feet even, with hazel eyes,  and dark blond hair spiked on top and short on the sides. Shock had the  darkest brown eyes she'd ever seen, with an even darker rim around the  edges. His hair was thick and wavy, the kind you just want to run your  fingers through, long on top and cut tight at the sides, accentuating  his ruggedly handsome face.

"We're camped over there." Wild Card pointed east.

"I thought you guys wouldn't be here until tomorrow," Rip said as he took her hand, then followed them.

Steele shrugged. "Plans changed. And we thought it'd be nice to hang out by a lake on such a nice day."

They passed through a clearing and she saw their big, powerful machines  parked by a big tree. Shock walked to the water's edge and pulled out  some beers, then handed her a dripping bottle, and one to Rip.

"So you live around here, Hayley?" the man named Wild Card asked.

Hayley sat on a big rock and took a sip of the cold beer. "I used to, but I'm just here for the weekend."

"Did you know Rip in the old days?"

"No, we just met on Friday."

Shock chuckled. "That's our Rip."

The masculine grins on their faces clearly showed their approval of Rip getting laid so quickly.

She shifted on the rock, uncomfortable at their masculine speculation,  but Rip sat down beside her and slid his arm around her possessively.

"Hayley's an accountant looking for a little excitement in her life."

Wild Card grinned broadly, a twinkle in his eyes. "If it's excitement she wants, we can give it to her in spades."

"I asked her if she wants to join us for a couple months," Rip said flatly. "Riding with me."

Steele raised an eyebrow. "Really?" He gazed at her with new respect.  "Clearly, you've made an impression on him. Rip doesn't make offers like  that lightly."

"He's never made an offer like that," Shock pointed out.

"So did he convince you?" Steele asked.

"She's still thinking about it," Rip interjected.

Her head jerked around to glance at him. Did he really think that?

"I see you two aren't quite on the same page." Steele took a swig of  beer. "Well, you better figure it out soon. We'll only be here a couple  of days."

"Yeah, well let's enjoy it while we can." Wild Card stood up and peeled  his black tank top from his body, revealing tight, hard abs and a  muscular chest. "Anyone else up for a swim?" He turned and strolled  toward the water, shedding his jeans along the way. He had just one  tattoo, but it covered his whole back.

Shock followed, shedding his clothes, too. He had tattoos scattered across his muscular torso and arms.

Steele stood up and stripped off his top, revealing bulging muscles and a  snake tattoo coiling around his bicep then across his chest. He dropped  his jeans, and pulled down his underwear, then stood unabashedly in  front of her.

His cock was big and heavy-looking, dangling in front of him. He noticed  her looking at it and smiled. His cock began to stiffen.

Her eyes widened a little. It was really, really big.

"You should join us."

"I …  uh …  don't know."

She heard a splash and glanced to the water to see Wild Card's head  appearing from the water. Shock still stood on the shore, his ass bare.  And incredibly firm looking.

Steele turned and walked toward the water, then stepped up on a rock and dove in, too.

"You look shocked," Rip said, sliding his arm around her. "I thought you wanted to be a little wild this weekend."         

     



 

"Well, yes, but you're not really suggesting I have sex with your friends."

"Aren't I?" His eyes glinted with amusement and she couldn't tell if he was joking or not.

She was sitting here while three sexy, tattooed bikers were swimming naked a few yards away.

Rip rose and stripped off his shirt, then unfastened his jeans. "Come on in for a swim."

"Naked?"

"You seemed fine with the idea earlier."

"Yes, but that's before I knew three of your friends would be joining us."

He stepped out of his pants, and kicked aside his boxers, then walked to  her and leaned close to her ear. "I think it turns you on. I think  you'd love nothing better than to join us in that water and let every  one of us take a turn with you. He winked. "Wouldn't that satisfy your  craving to be a wild woman?"

She shook her head. God, he was right, though. A part of her wanted to  know what it would be like. To strip off her clothes and walk into the  water, all four of them gazing at her with longing in their eyes, then  all of them surrounding her and touching her. Caressing her body. Their  big cocks rising in arousal because the thought of being with her  excited them.

"At least come in for a swim. Even if you leave your bra and panties on."

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, his naked body pressed the  length of her. "I promise, no one will touch you." He smiled. "Unless  you want them to."

She could feel his cock rising against her, and she wanted to feel his touch.

"And if you do, you don't have to worry, they've all been tested, too."

He kissed her again, then turned and walked toward the water. The other  naked men swam and laughed. One floated on his back and she couldn't  stop her gaze from landing on his big penis.

Oh, God, she wanted all of them to touch her.

She stripped off her T-shirt, then unfastened her jeans and shimmied out  of them, but she couldn't bring herself to remove her underwear. She  walked toward the water, reminding herself that her bra and panties were  no more revealing than a bikini she'd wear on any public beach.

One man wolf whistled and the others shouted encouragement as she  approached the water's edge. She dipped her toe in, but the water was  cold.