“Whoa, this looks intense.”

Taking a step away from each other, we both look over to find Claire watching us. “Is everything okay?” she asks.

“Of course, just having a chat with Jude,” Phillip answers.

She looks at me and I smile. “Yup, talking about how gorgeous you are,” I say, bringing her in close and kissing the side of her mouth.

She giggles before looking up at me. “I don’t believe either of you one bit.”

“No worries, baby. Come on, let’s go dance,” I say, lacing my fingers with hers. Looking up at Phillip, I say, “Thanks for the talk. I got this.”

I can see his fists clenching, but I ignore them as Claire leans into me, her eyes locking with mine. I kiss her nose as Phillip’s words play over in my head. She’s had it rough. I can’t handle you breaking her all over again, and you have the power to do that.

I get what he’s saying, but I wish he would realize that she has the power to do the same to me.

And still I love her.

More than words can define.

Sitting on my bike, I watch as everyone leaves while I wait for Claire. While I wanted to peel that dress off her, it isn’t suitable for the bike, so she’s off changing.

The rest of the wedding reception was beautiful. Love was in the air and everyone seemed to have a good time. When Reese and Phillip drove off, heading for the airport, I held Claire as she cried. I haven’t seen her cry anything but happy tears, but I sense that she felt a bit lost as she watched them drive away. They really are her rock, and I hope that one day she’ll consider me as someone she can always rely on. A part of me thinks she does, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to work hard to make her realize that I’m here for her anytime she wants.

I’m always here for her.

Letting my head fall back, I look up at the clear night sky. It was a wonderful evening for a wedding; even though it is close to November, it’s uncommonly warm. I don’t think I’ll ever understand Tennessee weather. It’s supposed to be winter soon, but still, it feels like a warm fall night. I really want to get Claire back to my house. Jayden is out with a couple of friends, so I have the room to do whatever I please, but a part of me wants to go for a nice long ride. Maybe Claire will be game if she isn’t too tired.

When she comes out the side door, she heads straight for me in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. I don’t see her in jeans very much, and when she wears them, I drink in every single inch of her. She really does have the best curves, but then again, I’m a little biased.

“It’s nice out,” she says as she reaches me, putting her backpack on.

“Yeah, do you wanna go for a ride?”

She shrugs. “Sure, I’d love to.”

She takes her backpack back off and pulls out her sweatshirt, putting it on before closing the bag and putting it on her back. We both put on our helmets, and she climbs on as I start the bike. After she wraps her arms around me, I take off, the chill biting into my neck as we ride. I don’t mind it though; I welcome it. As we ride out of the city, the lights disappear behind us, and then the blackness of the interstate is all I see. I figured we could ride up and down the interstate, but then I decide to go out by the woods by my mom’s house. We have a creek out there and I think Claire would love it there. I worry a bit that my mom might hear my motorcycle, but that’s only if she’s outside, which she probably isn’t with it being almost midnight. It takes about an hour to get out here, and when I pull down the dark road that leads to the spot where my brothers and I used to make forts, I smile. These were my stomping grounds, my childhood, and now I am bringing Claire here.

Slowing my motorcycle, I basically creep toward the creek. Not only to make sure my mom doesn’t hear us, but because I don’t want to kick the dirt up around us. Stopping in front of the creek, I turn the bike off and take off my helmet, looking over my shoulder at her. She already has her helmet off, a grin on her flushed face.

“This is deserted.”

I laugh. “Yeah, I used to play out here when I was a kid. It’s my spot.”

“Awesome,” she says, looking around at nothing but darkness. It’s a little spooky, but we will be fine. Nothing is out here. I used to camp out here; the only thing that ever had us sprinting back to the house was a raccoon one time. Mean little shit, that raccoon was. “If we weren’t together, I’d think you were bringing me out here to kill me off,” she says with a teasing grin.

“You need to stop watching those murder shows,” I say with a shake of my head. She giggles behind me. “But good thing we’re together, huh?”

Her eyes darken in the moonlight, her hands slowly creeping up my thighs until they rest right where my dick is coming alive. With her lips close to my ear, she says, “True. Means we can hook up.”

I scoff, lacing my fingers with hers, breathing a little faster. “We don’t hook up. I take way more pride than that in sex with you.”

She gives me a minxy little grin, and I decide that I need to change our position. Pronto. Standing up, I throw my helmet on the ground, reaching for hers next before doing the same thing with it. I lift her up off the bike, and she wraps her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist just as my mouth meets hers. I want to say I brought her out here to share this part of me, but the more I think about it, I think I brought her out here to give her the best sex of her life.

Holding her up, I straddle the bike, sitting down, holding her ass in my hands as I continue to devour her mouth. Her tongue teases my lips, wanting to deepen the kiss, and I’m one to give her anything she wants. Deepening the kiss, I squeeze her ass. My whole body burns with need as my legs ache from where I’m holding the bike up. My dick is pressing against the zipper of my slacks, begging for a release as she slowly rocks against it, driving me insane. Parting, I lift both her shirts off, leaving her in only a strapless bra, her breasts spilling over the top. Like a starved man, I trace the swells of her breasts with my tongue, her moans encouraging me as I get my fill of her delectable breasts.

My body is shaking with need and hers is too. Her fingers dig into my forearms as I peel the cups of her bra down. The cold air hits her and quickly her nipples are hard, screaming to be licked. Sucking each nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue slowly and teasingly around her sweet, rosy peaks. I swear this girl makes me feel like it’s my first time every time. I want to discover everything about her, treasure her, and make her scream my name. As I bite her nipple softly, she arches her body, her breasts pressing into my mouth, her nails breaking the skin of my arm. Crying out, her fingers leave my arms, going up into my hair, massaging my scalp, as I pay the same attention to her other breast. Closing my eyes, my body is taut as I try to worship this girl’s body instead of giving in to my need and fucking the shit out of her.