Chapter Twenty-Seven

Priest

Gripping tightly to the throttle, a grin spread across my face as Phoebe wriggled closer to me while I smoothly navigated us out of the parking lot of the clubhouse. Forgetting about everything, I focused solely on the open road ahead of me and I gave my bike more gas.

Having Phoebe on the back of my bike was an experience that I truly cherished and loved. The feeling of soaring through the air together was made even more magical by having her arms wrapped tightly around me.

I couldn't believe she was with me.

I thought it strange how life found a way.

Racing away under the cover of night, I found solace in the simplicity of the present, longing for its preservation and savoring every second that passed.

At nightfall, the Shenandoah Mountains displayed their magnificent beauty in all its glory. The thought of the mountains never failed to bring me joy; I would never tire of their presence. This place held a special significance for me, as it was like a home, and I was eager to share a glimpse of what I held dear with Phoebe. As we ventured deeper into the mountains, the roads we encountered became increasingly challenging, with steep climbs and numerous switchbacks, ultimately leading us to an elevation gain of around seven thousand feet. At any given time of the year, this run was undeniably appealing for motorcyclists. However, its allure reached new heights when spring arrived in full force, bringing with it cool temperatures that enhanced the joy of riding. Yet, it was the breathtaking colors that truly added an extra layer of fascination to this experience.

The birth of everything new springing forward to herald a new season always amazed me.

In ten years of marriage, this was the first time I'd ever ridden with her at my back. My woman was the adventurous type, contrary to her sister's opinion, and I knew when summer hit, my woman would want to see everything. I had so much I wanted to show her, explore with her. With the bike, there were many places we could go. So many sights to see. But right now, there was only one place, a special place, I knew she would love the most.

As I revved my engine, the power of my bike effortlessly propelled us up the steep incline. The sensation of her arms tightening around me was amplified when I leaned the bike low into the corners, creating a sense of unity and trust between us. I approached a sharp curve and made the decision to drop a gear and ease off the accelerator, having prior knowledge of what awaited me further down the road. My woman handled everything with grace and composure.

A born rider like me, she relaxed her grip around my waist a little as I took the curve.

It dawned on me, as we rode in close proximity to the side of the mountain while ascending, that she had a remarkable view of the valley beneath us. The valley was aglow with twinkling lights, creating a picturesque scene that could easily be mistaken for a festive Christmas setting. With the increase in elevation, the temperature progressively became colder. As someone who resided in the mountains, she was already acquainted with the temperature difference, nevertheless, the higher elevations were a whole new experience for her. The higher we climbed, I too began to feel a nip in the air. During our ride, I remained vigilant, constantly shifting my gaze between the gathering clouds and the mountain that was coming to life with blossoms.

There were moments when she would lean in, her upper body flush against my back as she excitedly described the scenery or drew my attention to something far away. When I applied sudden pressure to the brakes, she moved closer to me, and I had to consciously fight the desire to make it happen deliberately. The overwhelming amount of bodily contact made it nearly impossible to pay attention to her words, leaving me no choice but to smile and nod absentmindedly.

In an attempt to shield herself from the wind, she spread her legs and scooted further forward, craving the warmth radiating from both my body and the engine. Instead of complaining, she leaned in and yelled, her urgency evident in her voice, urging me to increase my speed.

With her arms tightly around my waist, I couldn't help but push the throttle a bit more, the sound of the engine roaring in my ears. She was so close that I could practically feel her breath on my skin. As we continued, our bodies intertwined in even more places than before, creating a stronger connection. With her breasts nestled against my back and her thighs aligned with mine, I could feel her presence intimately.

The moment we crossed the marker indicating an altitude of seven thousand feet, the temperature dropped dramatically, sending a shiver down our spines, and I noticed Phoebe become noticeably quiet. Her legs trembled against me as she held on tightly to keep them steady. I didn't know why I chose tonight for this nocturnal ride, but the twinkling stars above made me grateful for my decision.

I loved having her on the back of my bike.

Just the two of us.

Us against the world.

Noticing my turnoff in the distance, I eased off the throttle and let my bike roll forward, eventually reaching a point where I came to a stop.

The solitude of the night was palpable, with not a soul in sight. The locals guarded this secret spot fiercely, keeping it hidden from the prying eyes of outsiders. Teenagers often sought this hidden spot as a place to have a good time. Tonight, I was grateful for the solitude, with no one around to disturb the peace.

I parked my bike and held it steady while she climbed off.

My eyes were fixed on her as she stretched, completely captivated by the breathtaking view.

The struggle to restrain myself from pulling her into my arms and immersing myself in her became increasingly challenging. As the wind whipped her hair around, my woman looked absolutely stunning while taking in the world below. I found myself unable to stop staring at her, completely mesmerized by her presence. Leaning forward on my handlebars, my eyes followed her every move.

"My God, Shaw. It's beautiful up here."

"Yes, it is," I whispered, as my eyes watched every expression that crossed her face.

"How did you find this place?"

"Bullseye told me about it. He thought you'd like it up here."

"I do. It's beautiful."

I slid off my bike, the gravel crunching beneath my feet as I walked toward her. Leading her by the hand, we stood at the very edge to marvel at the expansive view before us. Neither of us uttered a word, overwhelmed by a profound sense of respect for this sacred place. The moment she leaned into me, I instinctively wrapped my arms around her, creating a protective embrace. We stood in silence for a few minutes before I reached out and pulled her back, maintaining a safe distance from the edge.

Finding a comfortable spot, we sat next to each other, captivated by the enchanting sight of fireflies, the melodious songs of birds, and the occasional glimpses of squirrels in their nocturnal adventures. Being next to her, I felt something I hadn't felt for a long time—peace, and in that moment, I knew there was no other place I'd rather be. We didn't speak. With the clear night sky stretching above me, I simply held her close, giving myself to the peacefulness of the moment. She looked up and was amazed by the thousands of sparkling stars that adorned the night sky. The stars were unbelievably close, and I couldn't help but conceal my grin when she attempted to reach out and touch them.

"Shaw?"

"Hmm."

"Thank you for bringing me here."

Experiencing the sheer joy and bliss of holding her close to me in this very place was nothing short of heavenly. The thought of never leaving this spot, of eternally basking in this moment, filled me with a profound sense of contentment. Meeting Phoebe, I realized that this was the very thing I had been longing for.

From the moment we first met, I had hoped to show her the heart of my soul.

But I never did.

And that was on me.

"Shaw?"

"Hmm."

"Will you make love to me?"

"You never have to ask me that," I whispered before capturing her mouth.

With a swift movement, Phoebe positioned herself on top of me, her warmth enveloping my eager flesh while our lips met in a passionate kiss. Kissing my woman had always done something to me. Once I started, I constantly craved her presence. No matter what hardships we faced, the touch of her lips against mine brought back the same thrilling intensity as our first kiss.

I ran my hands over the smooth leather on her ass, feeling the cool texture against my fingertips. As I slid my hand up under her leather jacket, I could feel the warmth of her body radiating through the material and I pulled her closer until my palm found its place at the nape of her neck. Moving swiftly, I took hold of her and rolled her under me, the urgency of the moment heightening our senses. Her moan sent shivers down my spine, awakening a primal desire within me.

"I need you naked, wife," I growled, before kissing and lightly biting the skin of her neck.

"Then what's stopping you?"

Moving off her, I sat up and felt the cool breeze against my bare skin when I removed my jacket and ripped my shirt over my head. I closely observed her actions, as they mirrored my own. The sight of her soft, full breasts adorned with black lace had a powerful effect on me and made my dick harder. Mesmerized by her, I watched in awe as she effortlessly removed her boots and skillfully unbuttoned her leather pants to reveal a pair of matching black lace panties.

My mouth instantly watered.

Slowly and deliberately, I caressed the outer edge of her lace panties with my middle finger, taking in the sensation of her wet and slippery skin that she had carefully prepared by shaving. With a sense of adventure and audacity, I ventured to slide my finger beneath the fabric, allowing me to experience the tantalizing warmth of her body as it graciously invited me in, even if it was only by a tiny fraction of an inch. Her moans filled the air when I traced my finger up over her clit, eliciting a slight jump from her before I abruptly stopped my movements. My hand remained in place and her hips lifted off the soft ground. I held my breath, waiting for the moment she opened her eyes. Then, I delicately raised my hand and brushed a wet finger against my lips, relishing the sensation of tasting her.

Her eyes fluttered closed when I leisurely licked the sweet cream from my fingers, savoring every moment. I observed her as she gently caressed her stomach, her fingers gliding over the smooth surface of her bare skin, before moving up to cup and press against her breast.

"Fuck, you taste good, babe," I told her. "I think I need another taste."

Swiftly, I slipped my hand beneath her panties, relishing the sensation of the hot, silky fabric against my skin, before bringing my fingers to my mouth once more.

Fuck me, she was so damn wet.

Hungry for the heart of her, I grabbed her ass in my hands and lifted her pussy to my face. Inhaling her scent, I felt a rush of familiarity and warmth, as if her essence had become a part of me, before exhaling it back into the world. Gripping her lace panties with my teeth, I swiftly tore them away, revealing her naked pussy. Then I eagerly moved my mouth to her clit, sucking with intensity.

"Shaw!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the air, as she desperately tried to break free from my hold. Refusing to let go, I devoured her pussy like a starving man.

She rolled her head back and forth, until her movements became more urgent, and she was effectively grinding herself against my eager mouth. With every lap, I greedily explored her innermost depths with my tongue and reveled in the delicious wetness I found there.

I savored my meal, pausing momentarily to glance up, only to witness her engrossed in a provocative gesture, pulling and twisting her nipples firmly. Taking her clit between my teeth, I applied gentle pressure, causing her to scream my name into the night when she experienced a powerful orgasm, her juices flowing over my face.

Quickly unzipping my pants, I reached for my cock, rubbing the swollen head against her wet cunt before slamming home.

I roared, "Fuck!" as I pulled out of her sultry heat before thrusting back in.

Her pussy gripped me so tightly I could barely move. Her hands forcefully pulled me towards her, and as our lips met, her tongue eagerly explored my mouth. Our deep kiss ignited an uncontrollable desire within me, causing my hips to take over and relentlessly drive her body into the solid ground below. Putting my full weight over her, I reached under her, grabbed her ass, and lifted her slightly as I thrust ravenously into her cunt.

As the night enveloped us, all that filled the air around us were the passionate moans escaping our lips, the rhythmic sound of skin slapping against skin, and the intoxicating aroma of her juices embracing us, all while the starry night twinkled gracefully overhead.

In that moment, I felt a deep connection to my primal nature, unlike anything I had ever felt before. I needed more of her. I longed to have her scream my name into the vastness of the night, forever marking our connection within the celestial expanse.

With every passing moment, my cock grew hotter and more swollen, as if it were ready to burst with the overwhelming anticipation. My balls tightened when her pussy clenched tightly around my cock.

"Cum for me," I moaned, thrusting deeply into her, feeling the heat of her desire, as her scream pierced through the night. The unbearable sensation of her slick, hot body tightening was too much for me to handle. Pumping a few more times, I thrust forcefully until I reached her deepest center and released fiercely, emptying one load after another into her.

I found myself gasping for air as her arms wrapped around me in a secure and comforting embrace. The pounding of my heart was so intense that I could almost hear it echoing in my ears.

"Jesus, babe. That was fucking amazing," I gasped, rolling onto my back, taking her with me. Holding her close, I rubbed my hands up and down her back, as my cock still pulsed deep within her.

"Shaw?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"We can't fight it, can we?"

Sighing, I held her tighter, kissing the top of her head. "No, babe. We can try to fight it, even ignore it sometimes, but in the end, fate has made her decision."

Looking at me, she smiled. "Thought you didn't believe in fate."

"I believe in you. Always you."