26. Alice

26

ALICE

M y mind is whirling as this afternoon's argument with Lars has replayed like a broken record.

Tomorrow, I'm supposed to leave with him. Pack my shit up and just leave. And now I find out he's a fucking drug runner. That this entire carnival is a front for supplying drugs to dealers.

"Alice!" Lily's voice pulls me out of my thoughts, and I smile.

I called her to meet me as I seriously might leave tomorrow. So, I have to tell her my plans. Hell, I have to tell her about Lars, whom I've kept a complete secret.

Lily greets me with a warm hug. Her smile is bright and cheerful, as always.

"Hey, girl! It's so good to see you!" I return the embrace.

We walk toward the carnival, and I link arms with her, wondering if I can leave her. She went through shit growing up, moving from foster home to foster home, and ever since she arrived here, I've kind of taken care of her.

"What've you been doing then with your time off?" Lily asks, adjusting the strap of her purse.

Heat floods my cheeks. "I met someone," I breathe.

Lily jerks me to a stop abruptly. "What? There's no one in this town we don't know! Who is it?"

"One of the carnival workers," I admit, knowing how hypocritical I am, considering I gave Lily a hard time over Cade. Granted, Lars didn't break into my home, masturbate over my bathroom door, leave a fucking bullet in my apartment, and generally act like a psychopath. Having said that, he has done some pretty unhinged things.

Lily's brow hitches up. "So, we're both hooking up with one then?"

I can't stifle the laugh. "Yeah, I guess so." My heart hammers erratically as the words are on the tip of my tongue. It's best to just rip the band-aid off. "The thing is, he's asked me to go with him tomorrow. And…"

"You're not seriously considering it?"Lily asks.

I shrug, despite knowing that Lars isn't going to give me a choice anyway. He's made that crystal clear. "Maybe. Has Cade asked you to go with him?"

The look on Lily's face answers for me before she speaks. "No. He hasn't mentioned it at all."

I can't help but feel disappointed. Leaving with Lars would be ten times better if Lily was coming, too. "Oh, I had this silly notion we could have both gone together. Strike out on a new adventure away from this shitty town."

Lily gives me a sad smile. "You're right, this town isn't much. But it's familiar. And going off with a near stranger..." She trails off, and it's clear she's in two minds about the idea, just like I am.

We arrive at the fairground entrance, greeted by dazzling illumination and intoxicating aromas. Lily's attention is immediately drawn to Cade, who stands by their admission booth.

"There's your man," I point out. "Go talk to him. I'll catch up in a bit."

Lily doesn't have to be asked twice as she heads toward him.

Ding!

My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I quickly pull it out. A text from Lars lights up the screen:

Meet me in the parking lot. Now.

My heart skips a beat at his commanding tone. Despite my lingering doubts, a thrill runs through me at the prospect of seeing him again. I take a deep breath and slip my phone back into my pocket, leaving the apartment.

The evening air is cool against my skin as I cross the lot toward Lars's motorcycle. He's leaning against it, helmets in hand, looking every bit the rugged bad boy I can't seem to resist. As I approach, he holds one out to me without a word.

"What's this about?" I ask, unable to mask the slight tremor in my voice.

Lars's eyes bore into mine, intense and smoldering. "You're driving."

I blink in surprise. "What? But I've only had one lesson..."

"And you did great," he cuts me off. "Now it's time for the next step."

He straddles the Triumph Bonneville, the engine rumbling to life beneath him. My gaze is drawn to the powerful machine, adrenaline coursing through my veins. Lars holds out the helmet again, his expression leaving no doubt that he expects me to take it.

With trembling fingers, I accept the helmet and pull it on, securing the strap beneath my chin. My heart is pounding as I swing my leg over the bike, settling before Lars. The heat of his body presses against my back, and I can feel the hard planes of his chest through my thin shirt.

His arms snake around me, taking control of the handlebars. "Just follow my lead," he murmurs.

Lars guides my hands on the throttle, his body molded against mine as the motorcycle rumbles beneath us. My heart races as we take off, the wind whipping through my hair. Lars's presence is reassuring as he helps me navigate the streets of Willow Creek.

Lars directs me toward a narrow dirt road that leads into the woods. The bike bounces and jostles over the uneven terrain, but Lars's steady grip keeps us upright. The trees close in around us, the canopy blocking out the fading light of the evening sky.

We ride deeper into the forest, the roar of the engine echoing through the stillness. Lars's hands slide down to my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh through my jeans. I can feel the heat of his touch even through the layers of fabric, and my body responds with a shiver of desire.

Finally, we emerge into a small clearing, the motorcycle's headlight illuminating the grassy space. I bring the bike to a stop, my heart pounding. He puts the kickstand down, remains on the bike, and holds me.

Lars switches off the engine, and the resulting silence is punctured only by the sigh of idling engines and our heavy breathing. Lars slides off the bike and steps in front of me. He stares down at me with those deep, mysterious eyes that always seem to see right into my soul.

"You remember what I told you?" His voice is a low rumble.

My throat goes dry. "Yes," I breathe, recalling the feeling of him inside me, stretching me wide for the first time. "You said the next time I rode your bike, you'd put your dick in my ass to keep it warm while I rode."

"And?" He prompts, his eyes darkening with desire.

I swallow hard, my cheeks heating. I want this more than I've ever wanted anything. Ever since he fucked me like that, I've craved it again. It was so hot.

"I want it."

His eyes blaze with a fierce intensity, and his hand reaches out to cup my jaw. The warmth of his palm against my skin drives me wild.

"Say it," he commands, his thumb brushing my bottom lip.

My breath catches in my throat, and I moisten my lips with the tip of my tongue. "I want your cock in my ass, Lars," I admit.

Before I can register what's happening, Lars spins me around and bends me over the front of the bike. The sudden movement startles a breathless laugh from me, but it's quickly replaced by a sharp intake of breath as I feel his hands on my hips. He wastes no time in tugging my skirt up, baring my ass to the cool evening air.

"Such a perfect view," he growls, his fingers tracing the curves of my cheeks.

I groan, my chest pressing against the bike's seat as I brace myself. I feel his cock, hard and thick, pressing against my back. He drizzles lube onto my hole and works it in with his fingers, stretching me. My pussy is dripping everywhere.

"Now it's time to see if my cock fits. And as long as it does, I want you to take us on a ride while my dick is kept warm in that tight hole."

I can't help the needy whimper that escapes my lips as I feel the head of his cock press against my entrance. It's an incredibly intimate and dirty act, but the feeling of him stretching me, filling me, overwhelms my senses.

"Fuck, Alice. You're definitely ready for me." His voice is thick with desire, and he slowly slides inside, inch by inch, until he's fully seated within me.

My breath catches, and my eyes roll back at the sensation. It's intense and intimate, and my body pulses around him as he slowly pulls out, only to thrust back in. I whimper, rocking my hips back and forth.

"That's it, take me for a ride, baby. Show me how bad you want it."

Unable to form words, I bite my lip to stifle a moan as Lars's cock slides even deeper inside me.

Lars's voice startles me from my pleasurable haze. "Time to ride, baby."

Without further ado, he pulls out, and I whimper at the loss, feeling empty and wanting. My brain is so fuzzy and clouded with lust that it takes a second to realize he wants me to get on the bike.

Every nerve ending is on fire, and I can't believe this is about to happen. I straddle the bike, my hands trembling as I pull on the helmet. My breath is coming in short, excited gasps.

Lars gets on the bike behind me. I don't even have time to register what's about to happen before he pushes my skirt up, baring my ass to the cool night air. Then, he's sliding into me again, his thick cock stretching my ass.

I gasp, my body throbbing around him. His arms wrap around my waist, his hands taking control of the handlebars.

"You're in control, baby. Take us out of here."

Every muscle in my body tenses as I twist the throttle, the bike rumbling to life beneath me. I'm keenly aware of Lars's cock buried deep inside me. The sensation is unlike anything I've ever experienced. It's as if we're fused together, connected on a primal level.

I rev the engine, feeling the bike's power surge through my veins. Slowly, I release the clutch, and we start moving forward. My heart is hammering in my chest as I navigate the bike through the woods, Lars's arms tightened around my waist guiding me.

I glance back at him over my shoulder, our eyes locking through the visors of our helmets for a brief moment. The intensity of his gaze takes my breath away, and I forget how to breathe for a second.

"That's it, baby. You're doing great." His voice is a low murmur, his lips brushing my ear. "But I think you can go faster."

I twist the throttle, accelerating down the narrow dirt path. The wind whips through my hair, and I can feel Lars's cock pulsing inside me with each bump and jostle of the bike.

"You like this, don't you?" Lars calls over the wind rushing by. "You like the feeling of my cock deep inside your ass."

"Yes," I breathe, unable to deny the truth of his words. "It feels so good."

"Take us back to the carnival," he commands. "Ride my bike with my cock up your ass right into the carnival."

The idea is scandalous and I want to show him I can do it. My hands tighten on the handlebars, and I hit the gas. The bike leaps forward faster, carrying us back toward civilization and the bright lights of the carnival. The engine roars, the wind rushing by us. I know people can't see what's happening because we're tightly pressed together, my skirt hanging over where we join.

Lars is still fully embedded in my ass as I pull up at the carnival entrance, bringing us to a stop, my heart pounding and a smile breaking across my lips.

Lars guides me away from the main entrance and deeper into the back of the carnival. The dusty roads are littered with trailers and equipment. My heart is still pounding from the thrill of the ride, made even more intense by the feeling of Lars's cock buried deep in my ass.

He directs me toward a secluded corner, away from the hustle and bustle of the preparations. My palms are sweaty against the handlebars as I bring the bike to a stop. Lars's arms tighten around my waist.

"All right, princess," he says, his voice low and husky. "Time for your reward."

My body trembles at his words, and my palms sweat even more. I know what he's about to do, and the thought terrifies and excites me.

"Get up," he commands.

I slowly swing my leg over the bike, feeling empty as his length slides out. My heart races as I stand in front of him.

"Lie back and hold on."

My breath catches in my throat as I do as he says, lying down on my back and bracing myself against the handlebars. I feel vulnerable and exposed, but the anticipation coursing through my veins overrides hesitation.

Lars remains seated on the motorcycle between my thighs, and I feel his cock pressing against my ass. With one smooth thrust, he slides inside me, filling me completely. A gasp escapes my lips at the sensation, and I push back against him, needing more.

His strong hands grasp my hips, pulling me to meet his fierce thrusts. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the air, mingling with my breathless moans. Lars's cock stretches me, stimulating every nerve ending.

"That's my tight little slut," he growls into my ear. "You love this, don't you?"

"Yes," I whimper, my body convulsing around him. "It feels so good."

His thrusts are hard and fast, each one pushing me closer to the edge. I can feel the hard length of him deep inside me, stretching me to my limits as his piercing grazes against me. His hands grip my hips tightly, leaving bruises that will no doubt linger for days—tangible reminders of this intense encounter.

"You're so fucking tight, baby," he grunts, his breath hot against my ear. "Your ass was officially made for my cock."

I push back against him, meeting his thrusts with the eager rocking of my hips. "Yes, Lars," I breathe. "Fuck my ass. It's yours."

He groans, his fingers digging into my flesh. The sound of our skin slapping together fills the air, punctuated by my breathless moans. The handlebars dig into my back as Lars pounds into me, his cock hitting all the right spots. Every nerve ending in my body is on fire, each thrust pushing me higher and higher.

"Oh, fuck," I cry out as the pleasure builds inside me. "I'm gonna?—"

"Come for me, baby," Lars growls, his voice thick with his desire. "Make that pussy squirt while my cock is deep in your ass."

His demand sends me over the edge, and I cry out, my body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure wash over me. And I do squirt, my arousal hitting his shirt and making a mess.

Lars follows soon after, his grip tightening on my hips as he buries himself deep inside me and floods my ass with his cum.

We're both breathing heavily, our bodies pressed together, my ass still impaled on his cock. I feel deliciously filled, the sensation of his warmth inside me sending shivers down my spine.

Lars kisses me, his lips soft against mine. "You look so pretty taking my dick," he murmurs. "I can't get enough of seeing my cock disappear inside that beautiful ass."

I bite my lip, a flush spreading across my chest and face. "It's all yours," I whisper, still riding the waves of my orgasm. "Do whatever you want with me."

He pulls out of me slowly, his cum dripping from my ass. The loss of his hardness leaves me feeling empty and wanting more. I whimper softly, my body aching for another round of his powerful thrusts.

"Eager for more, princess?" he asks, his thumb brushing my clit and making me jolt. "My dirty little slut wants more of my cock?"

I nod, unable to find my voice as I'm overwhelmed by desire.

A smile stretches across his face, and he steps back, holding his hand out to me. "Then get up, and let's go. You can ride my cock all night if that's what you want."

"But—"

He cuts me off, his eyes flashing with a warning. "I know just the place."

He leads me away from his parked motorcycle and into the forest. And I wonder where we're going, but I don't question him. Because this man has shown me what living really is, and I trust him with all my heart, even if he is a criminal. He's mine.