Cole, Kaliana - Good Horses, Fast Cars and Real Men (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Kaliana Cole

  She ached pleasantly as she made her way to the shower, not needing one for cleanliness, just to soothe the small discomforts that told her she had been thoroughly loved by Nate Kelly. She couldn’t work out why her back and ass stung under the powerful spray but shrugged it off, her euphoria too great to worry about such trivialities.

  After breakfast she went out to go through an abbreviated version of the weekday routine. Anna and the twins only came in for a couple of hours in the morning to feed the horses and muck out stalls. Matt usually stuck around. The horses were turned out in companionable lots to graze the day away in various paddocks. That afternoon Jade needed only to bring them in and feed them.

  Anna and the Peters’ boys headed on out the door at around eleven. The moment they were out of sight, Matt acted on the impulse she knew had been riding him all morning, sweeping her up into his arms and kissing Jade soundly. “Work time’s over, boss lady. Now it’s time to play.” He put her back down with a very commanding “stay there” and ducked into the shed he usually parked the ATV in.

  Jade had been in the stalls feeding when Matt had come in today, so she had no idea what he was doing. He came back toward her carrying a sturdily wrapped package, excitement clear to see on his open face. “Open it,” he urged, handing it over.

  Puzzled but unable to deny his contagious enthusiasm, Jade tore into the package. She held up a black leather jacket, heavily tapered, with distinct patches at the elbows and shoulders. She turned it around and saw “Born to ride” tastefully embroidered in silver script across the shoulders.

  Why was he giving her a biker jacket?

  There was no way on God’s green earth that she was getting on that green monstrosity of Brett’s.

  “Put it on,” he urged, glee evident in his eager smile. She shrugged it on, unable to disappoint him yet. The buttery soft leather fit her as if tailor-made. She couldn’t string him along any further. “I am not getting on Kermit, Matt.”

  To her wonder his smile never wavered. If anything, it grew. “Could you imagine me on that thing? I probably weigh more than it.”

  She doubted that, but she could see his point. His bulk would be a touch out of place on the powerful but compact Kawasaki. “Well, I don’t need this to get on the four-wheeler with you,” she countered.

  “No, but you will for this.” He took her hand and pulled her around the corner into the shed.

  Jade’s jaw dropped open. A brand spanking new Harley Davidson Fat Boy sat in the spot where he normally parked the ATV. He stood back and watched her astonishment as she ran fingers over the gleaming machine. “This is one badass bike,” she said reverently.

  “Tell me you’ll come for a ride with me,” he urged.

  Remembering his less-than-stellar performance behind the wheel, she had to ask if he could ride it. He was quite indignant when he informed her that a motorcycle had been his only means of transportation when he was off base and more than a little affronted that she would think he would risk hurting her.

  Jade soothed him with a word and a kiss before ducking into the house to get changed. When she returned, it was to find Matt dressed in his own leather jacket and dark sunglasses. He was holding two black helmets and looking like an open invitation to sin…repeatedly.

  He had pulled the big bike out into the open, and it was purring, the deep bass reverberating through Jade’s spine. He helped her on with the helmet and swung over the bike. If she thought he looked like sin before, on the sleek black machine he was sex-incarnate. The ultimate bad boy.

  Jade suppressed a shiver of anticipation as she slid on behind him, the skimpy pad she sat on not substantial enough to be called a seat. She found the foot pegs and wiggled closer, her only purchase on the bike gained through her grip on the big man in front of her. She clasped his hips with her inner thighs, their position dictated by the raised position of her precarious perch, and splayed her hands on his flanks.

  If worse come to worst, she had no qualms about wrapping both sets of limbs around him to stay on. He started off slow, letting her get accustomed to the lean of the bike as he swerved gently on the way down the drive. After stiffening up for the first few, Jade started to relax her hips and move naturally with the machine as it cornered.

  Heading out through her open gate, he turned the bike southward and gave it some throttle. Jade took a tighter grip on him, sliding her hands under the open leather jacket to rest on the thick slabs of his sides, her touch muted only by one thin layer of cotton.

  She smiled as he felt the wind in her face and the warmth of the man in front of her. Life just didn’t get any better than this.

  Half an hour later, Jade found she had relaxed on the bike and wished for a bit of her former anxiety back. Without her fear she was more than aware of the big man to which she clung.

  The heat of his skin and the resilience of the flesh beneath her palms were not diminished by his T-shirt. Her crotch was as snug against the top of his ass as the sheer width of his body would allow, and the purr of the motor was running through her like a giant vibrator. She swore that if she could have gotten close enough to rub the seam of her jeans against her clit she would have lost count of the orgasms by now.

  By the time Matt pulled up at a roadside tavern, Jade was in no less a needy state than she had been yesterday when Brett had sent her on her way. He reversed the big bike into the lot and switched it off. Jade undid her helmet and removed it as soon as Matt reached for his. She shook her hair loose and unzipped her jacket as Matt spoke to her over his shoulder. “How did you enjoy that?”

  In answer she rose up and leaned in against him, kissing him the way she had been dying to for the last hour. He pulled away with a big smile. “That much, really? We gotta do this more often.”

  He hung his helmet on the handle bar and draped his jacket over the tank. Jade swung off the bike and followed suit, letting the unseasonably warm afternoon sun kiss her bare arms as she revealed the tank top she was wearing. Matt sucked in his breath in appreciation of its snug fit before his eyes locked onto the bumps that distorted the close fit of the top like little thumbs pressed against the inside of her shirt. “You really did like the ride, didn’t you?”

  Jade noted the direction of his gaze and smiled sinfully. “You have no idea how much,” she assured him as she pressed her thighs together, feeling the moisture that had built between them. She saw his nostrils flare at her motion, her meaning being well and truly taken.

  “Come on, we’ll have lunch here. I think I will need to keep my strength up around you.”

  Lunch was a relaxed affair. Jade feeling pride mingling with the amusement she got when the waitress hovered around their table, constantly making sure Matt’s water glass was full and asking if there was anything else she could get for him. The big oaf appeared oblivious to the girl’s attentions as he kept his focus solely on Jade.

  Jade couldn’t resist giving the girl an arch little “it’s all mine and not yours” smile when the waitress deigned to actually acknowledge her. It was amusing as hell to have a skinny young thing nearly half her age jealous of her lover.

  “Lover.” God, she liked that word. With the plans she had for him, he would be fitting that bill this afternoon. By the time he got her home, he would be lucky if she didn’t do him in the dust where he stopped. Her smile must have been out-and-out predatory because he nearly missed his mouth with the next forkful of steak. Jade chuckled at his discomfiture. Her power over this big man was downright intoxicating.

  Eventually, Matt scraped up the last lick of cream from the monstrous desert he had ordered. Jade had forgone sweets, anticipating a different sort later. The slice of cheesecake on his plate was at least twice the size of other orders she had seen go out and covered with lashings of thick cream. His enthralled waitress was clearly looking after him.

  Jade had loved the death look the girl had shot her when she had accepted the taste he offered her off his spoon. She had only accepted it just to piss he
r off. Jade decided she was definitely turning into a first-class bitch. God, she loved it!

  Leaving a healthy tip for the waitress, Matt went out to wait at the bike for Jade who had gone to the restrooms. She came out a few minutes later. The smile on her lips was all for him as she walked right up and leaned into him, raising her chin in invitation. He lowered his head to her and let her kiss him as she would.

  Jade managed to refrain from making a public spectacle and limited herself to licking into his willing mouth briefly before pulling away with a smile. He truly would let her have him anytime, anyplace.

  She donned her helmet and jacket with the power of her femininity warming her soul. It was so long since she had felt like a desirable woman. Nate had let her know unequivocally that he wanted her yesterday, but Matt’s raw acceptance and hunger for her took her self-esteem to a whole new level.

  The hour ride back to the farm was made longer by Matt seeking the scenic route, chasing those curvy roads that cyclists love so much. He approached Douglas Park from the opposite direction from which they left. When Matt would have turned in, she gestured him past before directing him down the same path that Brett had taken her down a month ago. Matt pulled the bad-boy toy up next to the willow that now had the lush green frosting of growth and kicked the stand, remaining on the bike. He pulled his helmet off and greeted her with the same sentiment she had given his brother.

  “It’s a bit early for a swim, isn’t it?” He looked at the river flowing swiftly with the snowmelt from the mountains before glancing back at the woman who had climbed off his bike. “I mean, I’m game if you are, but cold water is not conducive to a good time.”

  “I wasn’t looking for a swim, just somewhere that one of your brothers is not going to stick their noses in. I’ve got a plan or two that I wouldn’t appreciate being interrupted.” Those plans were carnal in nature and grand in scope, and she didn’t hold any of that back from her smile.

  “What if I have a plan of my own?”

  “I’m open to suggestions,” she assured him, sensual smile tugging at her lips.

  “I have this brand-new bike that is just begging to be christened. Ever done it on a Harley?” His smile was temptation itself when he leaned back and patted the area framed by his denim-clad thighs.

  “That I haven’t,” Jade admitted, definitely intrigued by the idea as she worked out the mechanics. “Looks to me like I would have to be naked. No half measures would work.”

  “Is that a problem?” Matt teased, shrugging out of his jacket.

  “No, as long as I get you out of that shirt.”

  He stripped off the shirt that had been the bane of Jade’s existence in one quick motion. “That better?” he asked with a grin.

  Jade was beyond answering. He sat there on that cycle looking like an advertisement for wet dreams. The quintessential bad boy. Huge, sculpted upper body with sinful tribal ink, badass shades, low-slung, well-worn denim encasing his lower body, and one hell of a hefty bulge lovingly outlined by the faithful material. If Jade’s panties were damp before, she needed a mop and bucket now.

  * * * *

  God, he loved that look on her face! He could actually see when her libido nudged cognitive function away and took the reins. It was so sweet to see her looking at him with no other thought than to get in his pants. He’d had years of being made to feel like a freak because of his size or that he should have a sticker slapped on him reading “for entertainment purposes only” because the women that chased him never took him seriously.

  It was like they would have preferred he come with batteries so they could but him back in the cupboard when they were finished with him. To have a woman he loved and respected look at him this way was the answer to all his dreams. Whenever he was around her, he felt complete, whether it was mucking out stalls or having a beer at the end of the day, he just wanted to be with her. That he affected her this way was just icing on the cake.

  “You gonna stand there and look all day or get out of your clothes?” He folded his arms and leaned back, taunting her just a little.

  Jade tore her gaze from where his biceps flexed massively and stripped with more haste than finesse. She stalked over to him and threw her leg over the tank to straddle the big machine backward, being careful to keep her bare skin away from heated metal as she placed her thighs over his. She stripped the dark glasses from him and tossed them to land atop his jacket.

  He didn’t give the expensive shades a second thought as his gaze roamed her exposed body, from the hard-nippled breasts swaying gently with every move to the slick, curl-free folds exposed, their plump pink petals glistening in the sunlight.

  He ran his big hands up her silken thighs to cup her ass and lifted her until her thighs wrapped his waist, her wetness pressed against the hard muscle of his washboard stomach. The sensuous way she rubbed against him was gentle compared to the hand she placed at the back of his neck to jerk him closer for her kiss. If he’d had hair long enough to grab, it would have been torn out by the roots.

  He held her easily, one hand beneath her ass encouraging her slow grind against him, while the other he splayed between her shoulder blades, holding her close. She kissed him deeply, with purely carnal intent, as if she was slowly fucking his mouth with her tongue. He drew on it gently every time it passed her lips, encouraging her deeper and glorying in the sounds of untainted need that sprang from her throat.

  Eventually, Jade had to come up for more air than she could draw in while pillaging his willing mouth. Matt seized the opportunity to indulge his oral fixation. He tipped her backward, holding her secure with his hand behind her back.

  The sight of her draped over the front of the big machine held him spellbound. He knew he would never be able to throw a leg over the fucking cycle again without seeing Jade arched naked over the tank, kiss inflamed lips and swollen breasts begging for his mouth.

  Eyes fixed firmly on his goal, he lowered his head.

  Jade cried out at the first touch of wet heat as his mouth engulfed her breast. He kept his mouth both voracious and generous as he rolled, laved, and sucked at the engorged peak. Jade crossed her ankles in the small of his back and tried to rub her sodden folds on the slick skin of his stomach. It was an exercise in futility if her frustrated growls were any indication.

  As soon as Matt felt her take a firm grip on his body, he brought his hand into play. With her strong thighs he didn’t need to support her ass. He used his hand to tease her other nipple and to plump it for his mouth. He saw her watching as he was just about to take it with his mouth. Her eyes were slits of emerald fire between midnight lashes.

  Instead of going for the mouthful he yearned to have, he teased it with his tongue. He poked and prodded with the tip and laved with the rough flat. Jade wouldn’t take much of his teasing, her slim hand going to the back of his head. “Suck it. Suck it hard,” she demanded breathlessly as she tried to force his mouth to take her.

  One side of his mouth kicked up to let her know he had gotten exactly the response he was looking for, and then he struck.

  His mouth took as much of her plump breast as he could fit and drew hard, his grip on both mounds bordering on rough. Jade called his name as she ground against him frantically and rode the tremors of the small climax that tore through her, a mouth-watering appetizer that left him hungry for more.

  Matt lifted his head triumphantly. He absolutely loved having this woman come apart in his arms. Her hands groped at the fastener of his jeans, her need too great for fine motor skills. He brushed them away and accomplished the task one-handed, freeing his thick cock.

  He guided Jade down on him, but she was having none of his slow pace. She began working his cock before she even settled on the full length, going zero to sixty in two seconds flat. Her hands scrabbled at his back and shoulders as she found a fast and furious rhythm.

  Matt could only watch in awe as she rode his cock, praying that he lasted long enough to see her fly first. She bit and kissed
wherever she could reach: his chest, the side of his thick neck, and his jaw. How he loved to feel her teeth scrape along his jaw! He made to slip a hand between them to hurry her along. No way in hell was he going to last one more minute, but her hand beat him to it. The bump and slide of her fingers between them had him gritting his teeth for control.

  One minute? He would be lucky to last ten fucking seconds!

  Her cry of completion was the sweetest sound he had ever heard as he lost the fight, jamming her down on his cock and grinding out his orgasm within her. He could feel her writhe and twitch all over as she found her pleasure, her pussy milking him for all he had. Pure nirvana.

  He held her close with both arms as they came back down to earth. The scent of sex mingling with new leather and cooling steel wafted around them. The man who could bottle that scent would make a fortune. It was olfactory Viagra.

  He knew his mouth was lifted in one very satisfied grin when Jade opened her eyes. “Damn, that’s one hell of a way to christen a bike.” He was still slightly breathless from their exertions. “I think I’ll trade it in every week just to get a chance to do that again.”

  “You don’t have to go to that much trouble, big guy. Just ask, and I’ll be there.” She reassured him, one very satisfied smile on her lips. She gave a little wiggle, wrinkling her nose when the fluid oozed between their still-joined bodies. “This ain’t going to be pretty, though. There’s one hell of a mess down here.” She glanced down, Matt following her gaze. “It doesn’t matter how we do this. It is going to end up all over this lovely bike or your equally lovely jeans,” Jade informed him wryly.

  “Nope, I’ve got a better idea.” Matt grinned wickedly as he pulled his boots off one at a time on the floorboards of the bike.

  Getting his socks off was awkward, but he managed it admirably. “Wrap your legs and hold on tight,” he warned before sliding back and getting his leg over the tank without sending both of them to the ground.