Chapter Thirty-One

BISHOP

"Well, well, well." Shay chuckled as she walked out the hospital doors, her hand over her eyes as she strolled into the bright morning sunlight after her night shift. "Where's your truck?"

One of the boys or I had been dropping Shay off and picking her up for shifts since she started back at work as well as doing regular drive-bys.

I sat back against the seat of my motorcycle, my ankles crossed. "You wanna go for a ride?"

Her eyes brightened, her mouth falling open just enough to pull in a soft gasp of air. She slowly walked toward me, a smile curling at the corner of her lips. "I thought you'd never ask."

I hadn't had a woman on the back of my ride since Lucy.

The only other person who had filled that seat was Calli. Otherwise, it was always reserved for my Old Lady.

It wasn't a rule that every brother had. It was each man's prerogative.

For me, when I lost Lucy, I never wanted to disrespect her by filling her place on the back of my ride with just any bitch I stuck my dick in. Now that I was sure about what direction things were going with Shay, and she'd expressed how much respect she had for Lucy and her place in Calli's and my lives, I knew it was about time that place on my ride became hers.

A woman with that much grace and respect was not someone you let go.

"Well," I paused, holding out a backpack with Shay's jeans, a pair of boots, and a jacket inside. "Safety first. Run and get changed, and let's go. We've got somewhere to be."

She snatched the bag from my hands and all but skipped back inside, much to my amusement. And in less than five minutes, she appeared again, holding out her arms and doing a dramatic twirl.

She was sexy as fucking hell.

But she'd look even sexier wearing my property patch on her back.

"One thing at a time," I muttered to myself, holding out my spare helmet as she approached with a grin that could have lit up the universe like the sun. "You ever ridden on a motorcycle before?"

"Never," she answered, wrapping her arms around the helmet.

"Good. I'll be your first and your last."

She rolled her eyes. "You don't know that."

I reached for her face, pinching her chin and pulling her lips to mine. "Yeah, baby. I fucking do." She looked up at me, a playful smile growing. "You say shit just to push me, don't you?"

"I plead the fifth," she said, kissing me quickly before trying to escape, but I grabbed her jacket, tugging her back in and lowering my voice.

"I'm gonna make you plead for something later," I growled and dipped my head, her entire body shuddering as my breath brushed over her ear. "Now, let's ride."

I stepped back, and she grinned. "Yes, sir."

I swear, this woman will be the death of me.

It was sometimes hard to judge whether a person was going to be good on the back of a motorcycle or would completely throw your rhythm off and make the ride uneasy.

Riding double required a lot of trust between the two people, especially if the passenger was inexperienced.

If there was ever a sign that Shay was fucking perfect for me, it was in the free-spirited laughter that filled the air over the sound of my Harley as we cruised through the countryside.

Damn, it was fucking beautiful, and I couldn't help but grin the entire time.

After hearing her talk about being locked up in rehab and her curiosity about what it would feel like to cruise through these beautiful scenic roads with no barrier between her and the world around her, being the first to share that experience with her was something I'd remember forever.

I wanted to help her find a world she could see beauty in, given she'd suffered so much darkness and loss.

Shay held tight, her cheek pressed to my back as we cruised past a couple of old farmhouses and a large barn, heading deeper and deeper into farmland, away from the bustle and chaos of the city. The grass was lush and green, a gentle breeze whipping across it like a wave rolling through the ocean.

When I began to slow, she tightened her arms around me. I eased off the road and onto a dirt track, suddenly extremely thankful we had prospects back home because my ride would desperately need cleaning and buffing after this trip.

The track went through the middle of a forest, tall pines lining either side and leaning over us, shading us with a natural archway before we broke out the other side into a large, secluded area, trees on both sides surrounding a small private cabin that looked out over the lake.

"Where are we?" Shay yelled over the rumble of the engine.

I pulled up next to the building, holding the motorcycle still as Shay climbed off before kicking out the stand and shutting off the engine.

"Are we staying here?" Shay questioned excitedly, holding out her helmet when I finally swung my leg over my ride and found my feet.

I took the heavy object from her, putting both hers and mine on the grass and reaching into one of my saddlebags to pull out a large blanket, laying it out on the grass in front of my ride. "We can't stay for the night, but we have a few…" I turned to find Shay already moving toward me, tugging her shirt over her head and unbuttoning her jeans. "… hours."

She pressed her hand against my chest, forcing me to sit back against my motorcycle seat as her hands reached for the button on my jeans.

I smirked, taking her face in my hands and drawing her in, licking at her lips. "What are you doing?" I murmured, trying to keep my breathing even as she unzipped me and reached inside my pants, wrapping her hand around my cock.

"Making the most of the next few hours," she answered, her grip like a vise drawing a deep, animalistic rumble from my throat.

I slipped my fingers up into her hair, grabbing a handful of it in my fist and giving it a gentle tug.

Her mouth fell open, and she looked up at me. "Get on your knees," I ordered, and she instantly went down, though my grip only tightened as she pulled at my jeans, forcing them to fall to my ankles.

Shay licked her lips as my hard cock sprang free, reaching out with both hands and wrapping her long, slim fingers around it, stroking it gently while her tongue snaked out, licking at the tip.

I groaned loudly. "Dammit, Shay," I cursed, wondering if there was anything this woman could do that didn't make me want to instantly blow my load the second she touched me. Leaning back against my seat, I gripped tight to the leather as she squeezed a little tighter, her tongue now circling before my length suddenly disappeared between her warm, wet lips.

Laying my head back and closing my eyes, I let out a long, low groan, continuing to hold her tightly as her head bobbed up and down, each time taking me a little deeper into her mouth and sucking a little harder.

She moved her hands to my hips, handing me control.

Trusting me with her mouth.

I finally looked back down, meeting her eyes as they stared back at me, the head of my dick resting on her outstretched tongue. I lifted it, tapping it a couple of times before holding her head and pushing my hips forward, guiding my cock slowly to the back of her throat and holding it there a few seconds until she gagged.

I pulled back, my length covered and glistening in her spit.

"So fucking beautiful," I told her, wiping some saliva from the corner of her mouth before I pushed back in again. Her lips sucked in like a fucking vacuum, so I pushed in and out a little faster, the gurgling sounds coming from the back of her throat only making me fucking harder.

I reached down, pulling at her lacy pink bra so that her breasts popped free. I pinched at her nipple, twisting it a little, and she instantly moaned, digging her nails into my skin as I pressed my cock right into her throat. The vibrations almost set me off like a fucking rocket.

"Fuck!" I cursed, gently tugging her hair so she had to pull back. She sat back on her heels, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand and breathing heavily. "Goddammit, Shay, get your fucking jeans off so I can fuck you."

I pulled off my cut and my shirt as she stripped, kicking her jeans and underwear to the side. "You think anyone can see us?" she asked, looking around.

"If they can, we better give them a good show." I stepped forward and grabbed the back of her neck, directing her to the seat of my Harley. She instantly spread her legs for me, leaning her body over the large machine, her breasts pressed to the leather. I grabbed my length in my hand, stroking it a couple of times, coating it in the wetness from her mouth before lining the head up with her tight little hole. "I think you like being fucked this way, don't you?"

"I do," she murmured, lifting onto her toes as I slowly eased myself inside her.

"Does my dick get nice and fucking deep inside you from this angle?" I questioned, taking her ass in my hands and pulling her cheeks apart to let me push in deeper.

"Fuck!" she whispered, her breathing getting heavier as I moved faster. "Oh God, yes…"

"Does it make you want to come?" I pushed, reaching around for her clit. I tickled the tiny little bud, flicking my finger back and forth and making her legs give way for a moment as she was overcome with a wave of pleasure.

I drove my cock a little deeper, each thrust a little faster, sweat building down her spine as the sun shone down from above. The sunlight, the open air, seeing Shay bent over my fucking Harley—holy shit, did it get better than this? Was there anything sexier than seeing your Old Lady come over your ride? She pushed back against me, letting me know she wanted more, but she was already strangling the fucking life out of me.

I took my hand to her ass, the slap echoing back off the trees and making her gasp loudly, her nails digging at my leather seat so hard, I was sure they were going to leave permanent marks, and I was going to fucking love seeing them every time I climbed on my ride.

I brought my hand down again on the other side and instantly knew that was it.

"I wanna come," she pleaded, barely able to stand from the orgasm coming so hard and fast. "Bishop, please!"

I rubbed her clit hard, burying myself in that tight pussy over and fucking over again as it hit her like a ton of bricks, and she cried out, squirming in my arms. I refused to let up my assault on her body, my orgasm coming just moments later.

Pressing my hips forward, I held them there, trying to keep on my feet as I emptied deep within her, my entire body shuddering uncontrollably. She fought for breath, and I gently rubbed her skin, trying to soothe the red marks I'd left on her ass—two perfect handprints on two perfectly round globes.

"Talk about hard and fast." She laughed when I finally pulled back, and she turned to face me, both of us looking down at the cum running down the inside of her thighs. "Race you to the lake to wash off?"

She took off running, but I just chuckled, following after her and wading into the water behind her.

She ducked under, coming up right in front of me and wrapping her arms around my neck. "What is this place?" she questioned as we waded through the water, her hanging off me.

"Rook used to bring us out here on rides during the summer. This was his family's land, passed down," I explained, holding Shay tight against me to try and keep warm in the cold water. "His sister called a few weeks ago to tell me she was going to sell it, so I asked if I could come out again before she did."

Shay's face fell. "That's sad that he didn't have any kids to pass it on to. This place is beautiful."

I cleared my throat. "Speaking of kids."

She giggled, reaching up and slicking my hair back from my face. "Is that what this is? A secret plan to bring me out here and woo me so it wouldn't be as awkward to have this chat?"

"Did it work?" I teased, holding her a little tighter and swiping my nose across hers.

She smiled, though what surprised me was that it wasn't a sad smile. "Bishop, you not wanting any more kids is not a deal breaker for me," she explained as we bobbed in the water. "Calli's left home, and you don't want to start fresh with a baby. I get it."

I guess I was pretty transparent.

My brows pinched together, not entirely convinced. I needed to be sure about this with her. I didn't want it to become the thing that destroyed us because she felt like there was no other choice. "You sure about that?"

"I wasn't at first. I'd never really thought of motherhood before, but wondered if maybe later I would," she explained, licking her lips before she smiled. "Then I had that talk with Rafe at Brawlers, and it kind of made me realize that it wasn't as if I wasn't going to be able to do those Mom-type things. There will be a clubhouse full of Rafes and Whips and other prospects to come who haven't had that person in their life, and I want to be able to be that for them."

I pressed my lips to hers, our mouths frozen but heating quickly as we shared a passion-filled kiss. "You are truly an amazing woman."

She grinned, tugging on my bottom lip with her teeth. "I try my best."

"You'll tell me, though? If you ever start to feel differently?"

Her smile softened, and she nodded. "You will be the first to know," she promised just as her teeth began to chatter. "You think we should get out now?"

I started to carry her toward the shore. "Luckily, the cabin here has a hot shower."