Chapter Six

Country

The sunbaked road winds between tall pine and cedar. I've driven this path hundreds if not thousands of times, but it's like I'm seeing it all again for the first time. The wildflowers that dot the side of the road in pink and yellow. The hawk that flies overhead and stalks his prey. The current of the water running past in the river below. The scent of clean air and the nearby strawberry fields.

Daisy holds tight to my waist and squeals every time the bike hits a bump. It's so fucking adorable. She's so fucking adorable. I'm not sure how I'm ever going to let her out of my sight again. Even after we take care of Mike, there's still the fact that I need her next to me. How can I convince her that I'm more than some asshole biker with a shady as fuck past?

The wind rushes against my face and I throttle down the country road. I've been riding my whole life, and though I like to think I'm a badass, each curve of the road has me leaning with a grace I don't usually have. The precious cargo on the back has something to do with that.

The scenery changes with each mile, and I pick up speed as we pass sprawling fields and jagged mountain vistas.

"Can we pull over here?" she whispers lowly into my ear as the wind blows through my t-shirt.

I glance to the left and the right before pulling off and onto a seasonal road at the edge of the forest. It's not the most scenic place to stop, but I'm not sure what's going on. I don't ask questions, I just stop.

When the engine is off, Daisy climbs down from the bike and turns toward me. Her face is dark red, and her eyes are shifty as though she can't look at me.

"What's wrong, darlin'? You don't like the ride?"

She turns away and covers her pretty little face. "No, I like the ride just fine. I just need a second."

I land my hand on her back and follow behind her as she crunches over dried leaves and twigs further into the forest.

What the hell is going on?

"Talk to me. Do ya hate the bike? I can call for someone to pick us up. I don't want you ridin' if it upsets you like this."

She turns back, her cheeks still pink. "I don't hate it. I, ugh…" Her lips are parted, and her chest rises and falls as though she's out of breath.

"I was getting dizzy is all."

"Dizzy? All right. I'll call Ink to come get us."

"No," she bites back a grin, "it's not that kind of dizzy."

"Okay. What's goin' on?"

She looks away then back again, opening her mouth half a dozen times to speak before tipping up onto her toes and wrapping her arms around my neck. "You're so hot on this thing. The leather vest, the wide shoulders, the rumble of the bike. You smell like fucking… ginger or cedar or something. I don't know. I'm a mess. I've never been so turned on in my life."

I can't help but smile and wrap her closer. "Keep talkin'."

She smiles. "I'm sitting on the back of that bike, and I can't get that scene in my classroom out of my head. You had me pressed against the wall, and your arm is so big and inked, and… I," she swallows hard, "I was about to come on the back of your bike just now. Like, full on orgasm. I was blaming it on the vibrations for a while, but then I realized it's you." She shakes her head. "I… I don't know. I got all confused and freaked out."

My mouth salivates and I tighten my grip on her waist. "What's confusin'? Sounds like your body knows what it wants."

She giggles innocently and looks away. "My body is simple. A rumbling bike next to a burly, inked up dude, and apparently, I'm all set."

"Can we both agree you're into me now?" I wrap her in closer.

She rolls her eyes and shoots me a playful grin. "Stop it!"

"No way. You had me pull over for a reason."

"Yeah, because I didn't want to have a non-consensual orgasm on your back."

I laugh. "In the future, I love knowing you're having orgasms on the back of my bike. But now that we've stopped, I feel obligated to take care of you."

She narrows her brows. "Obligated?"

"Obligated." I grin. "I'd hate knowin' you had all this pent-up frustration with nowhere to put it." I glance down into the ravine. "We can tuck away over there, behind that boulder." I slip her hand into mine and walk through the forest toward the rock, expecting her to stop me, but she doesn't.

If I didn't know any better, I'd swear I could smell her excitement from here.

It's a warm, sunny day, and the river rushes behind us as I hold her frame up against the cool rock and lean into her lips for a slow, intentional kiss.

She moans into my mouth and moves my hand to her hips before dragging it up toward her tits.

My cock was already hard. Now, it's like steel.

I'm sure there's a gentleman out there that would've insisted on driving home to show a girl like Daisy a good time in a comfortable bed, but I'm not that guy.

I tug the front of her dress down and trail my lips onto her tits until I'm sucking her nipple into my mouth with a groan.

She wiggles the rest of her dress down and wrestles with my belt as though she's needy and desperate to come.

My cock pulses out as I kick off my boots and step out of my jeans. The summer air is sticky but there's a gentle breeze where we stand beneath the pines.

"I need that little pussy, darlin'." I palm over her mound and slide two fingers into her soft, wet core. She's so fucking soaked.

Her legs spread slightly and her hand lands on my stiff cock. She strokes me back and forth, gripping me in her tiny hand as she moans into my ear.

My fingers thrust deeper inside of her. She's so tight.

"Oh my God," she pants. "I can't take this."

I kiss her bruises, lingering on each and every place that piece of shit before me touched her. I'm going to erase these fucking marks on her skin and her soul. I'm going to make her mine and show her what it feels like to have a real man's love.

I want to be gentle, slow, intentional, and take my time with her sweet, little, innocent body. She deserves it. But the more juices that drip from her needy little pussy, the more feral I become.

"On your knees and suck my cock, darlin'."

She darts a gaze toward me, and I wonder for a second if I've gone too far. But like a good girl, she bites back a grin and does as she's asked, sinking her knees into the dirt before gripping my cock and sucking the fuck out of it. Her fingernails dig into my ass, as I hold the back of her head and thrust my cock deep into her throat.

Gag after beautiful fucking gag spills from her lips. I should pull off. I'm acting like an animal, but I can't stop. There's something about this view. My cock slamming into her lips. Her tongue twirling around the head. The sweet little sighs that spill as she stares up at me.

Fuck!

I pull her off my dick before I come and lift her from the ground, landing kisses along her shoulders and onto her chest. "Good fuckin' girl. Now bend over for me. Let me see that pussy drip."

She does as she's told and bends onto a nearby boulder, ass up, dripping wet pussy ready for me to devour.

I lean into her ass and lick the space between, lingering as she grinds up against my beard and jumps in place.

"Oh, my fucking God that feels good!" she moans. "Don't stop."

I lick again and again, driving my tongue into spaces I shouldn't be.

She jumps and whines, hissing away from my touch, but I dig in deeper, biting her ass cheeks, scraping my teeth across the thick flesh of her hip.

"Fuck," she whines. "I need you to fuck me… now!"

I turn her toward me and lift her frame to the edge of the boulder as a breeze passes between us.

Her nipples harden and I lean in, sucking each one with a gentle bite.

She jumps again.

"Tell me what you need, darlin'. Tell me you're mine."

She swallows hard. "I need your cock, Country."

"Details," I growl. "I need you to tell me what you need."

My cock grows harder at the thought of her innocent little lips speaking such filthy words.

"I need you, Country. I want your big, thick cock spreading me open," she pants. "I want your weight. I want you all over me, filling me up, fucking me hard, grabbing me everywhere."

I stroke her soft, little pussy and lean in, licking the juices that flow out. My tongue flicks against her clit as she thrusts upward and grinds against my face.

Fuck!

She's so damn sweet. I lick, flick, and bite her clit, slapping her ass as I eat.

"Fuck me! I need to come!" she screams. "Fill me up!"

Heart pounding, I lean up from her pussy and stroke my cock, pressing the head against her slick entrance.

She staggers in a breath and stares toward me as my dick slides inside, spreading her pussy wide.

I grip her hips and slam in harder. "You're tight, darlin'. So, fuckin' tight."

I thrust into her over and over as she melts into me. Her lips hang open, her hands wrap around my wrists, and with each thrust, her pussy clenches down tighter as her thighs shake and her fingernails dig into my forearm.

I land a finger on her clit and rub over and over again. "You're a good girl. You know that?"

She whines and grinds her hips against my cock.

"You want it deeper?"

She huffs and I spin my finger around her clit, thrusting faster. Her pussy clenches down and her eyes roll back as her thighs tighten around me.

This is the look I've been waiting for.

I dial in on her expression, watching her lips curl and her muscles tighten. She bears down on my dick, and I thrust harder and harder, fucking my good little girl like she deserves.

"Oh my god, Country!" She pants and convulses, soaking my cock with her come.

I grip her hips tighter as I hear a tree limb snap on the other side of the boulder. I'd guess the sound is coming from twenty yards away. Normally, I'd dismiss it as an animal, but the noise rattles again and again until there's no doubt that there's a person walking toward us.

Daisy hears it too, but her eyes are still on me. "Don't stop! I need your come."

I hold her hips tighter. I couldn't stop if I wanted to. I'm past that point. Her pussy is tight on my cock, her juices warm and slick, and I've been desperate for this moment for too damn long.

I hold her tighter and thrust again and again as the noise gets closer.

"Come in my pussy! Come hard for me!" she whines.

I thrust one final time and come, spreading my seed deep inside of her. I shouldn't growl out, but I do. I growl out in pleasure, and it's met with the sound of gunshots.

I pull from Daisy and tuck her naked frame behind the boulder, dressing her before I dress myself. I've got jeans on and my gun in my hand when Mike steps out from behind the rock.

His eyes are on Daisy. "You like getting fucked like a goddamn animal now?"

Daisy steps from behind me as she pushes her dress into place. "You're going to be charged with illegal weapons, and this is what you're worried about?"

Mike is a thin guy with weak muscle tone. He's wearing a pair of jeans and a dark gray sweater. The only thing keeping him safe right now is that gun. If I got my hands on him, he'd be helpless.

I step toward him. "Keep talking and you're not gonna like how this ends."

He laughs. "Hand over my fuckin' woman."

"So you can beat the shit out of her again? Not a chance."

I can't help but study the situation. He has no idea what he's doing, and he's acting erratically. His gun is lowered, and I bet I can pull mine before he even knows what's happening.

We have ourselves a real quick draw situation, just like every Georgia boy fantasizes when he gets his first pistol.

Be steady. Two quick breaths and pull. One, two… I get off a shot, hitting his shoulder.

Daisy tucks behind me and I reach back for her arm, touching her in comfort. I didn't want our moment to end like this. I want to hold her, kiss her, brush my fingers through her hair, tell her she's perfect in every way, remind her that she's mine to love and care for.

Instead, we're watching the blood drain from Mike's arm. I take the moment of shock to shoot his knee as well. I'll tell the cops that second one was because he was reaching for his gun, even if it was just for me.

Daisy follows close behind me as I pull the cuffs from my jeans.

"Can I cuff him?"

I grip the man's arm and haul him up, leaning his frail frame against the rock. My knee drives into his back as I hand Daisy the handcuffs. "Sure. Do what you have to, darlin'."

She slides the first cuff over his wrist and pulls the injured arm back roughly, cuffing it to the other before leaning into his ear and saying, "I've never wanted a bad thing to happen to anyone, but you… I want everything to happen to you, Mike."

I gag his mouth before he can run it. I know she needed that and I'm not going to allow him a response he doesn't deserve.

"You wanna run up and grab me some rope, darlin'? I'm gonna tie this asshole up then call Ink and see if he can't help me out."

She nods and turns away, but I pull her back into my orbit, tucking her against my chest. The intention isn't for Mike to see this, but I gotta say, it does get me off a little knowing this asshole gets to watch me claim what he so badly fucked up.

Daisy's glance lifts to mine. "What's up?"

"I didn't get to kiss you properly after we finished, and I wanted to. You felt so good, darlin'. I don't want us to forget this moment because it ended like… this."

She smiles and tips up onto her toes, kissing my lips again and again. "You shot a man like three seconds after you came. I'm pretty sure we'll never forget this."

I kiss her forehead and she turns away, running up toward the bike for some rope. I took this bounty because I wanted to keep Rugged Mountain safe from assholes like Mike. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd stumble upon a woman to spend my life with, but now that I have her, I know for sure I'm never letting go.