One Ride (The Hellions Ride) (19 page)

Let Loose a Little

Don’t get used to this, I remind myself.  This is a ride.  Tripp has promised me nothing.  Eventually, I will return to the coast and Tripp back to his home.  Whatever it is we’re doing here, it won’t last.  My chest tightens at the thought of not having Tripp with me.  How will all of this play out? 

We get up, dress, and head out.  The road time is beginning to wear on all of us.  No one is overly talkative this morning as we go through the motions and get back on the road.

We cross into Nevada.  After a brief stop for breakfast, we’re on the road again.  Wondering where we are heading, I can’t contain my wild desire to venture away from the plan.  Stopping at a gas station, I can’t help myself.  Climbing off the bike, I try for innocence when asking.

“Tripp, can we have one night in Vegas?”

Smiling at me, Tripp asks as he’s getting off the bike and stretching. “Did you just bat your eyelashes at me?”

“Depends.  Did it work?”  I laugh.  “I promise not to get you drunk and take you off to the little white chapel.  And no marriages by an Elvis impersonator either.”  I joke as I watch a serious expression cross his face at my words.

“Drunk or sober, this is one man that won’t be getting married anywhere, Vegas or not.”

“I didn’t mean anything by it.  I’m sorry.  It was a joke in poor taste obviously.”  I say barely above whisper, feeling deflated.  “It was a dumb idea, forget I mentioned it.”  And with that I walk away, going to the safety of the restroom.

Does he ever let loose?  The only time Tripp seems to relax is when we’re fucking or he’s in bed holding me.  How does he relax?  All work and no play isn’t the way to live life.  Even my dad knows how to unwind. 

Going back outside, I silently get back on the bike.  We pull away off to who knows where, since Tripp obviously didn’t take my request seriously.  The day is winding down as we reach our destination.  Pulling into the hotel, I’m stunned.  In the distance I can see the lights of sin city.  It’s so close, yet so far. 

Getting off the bike, I gather my things quietly, refusing to hide my disappointment.  He could take us a little farther in and I would be there.  We check in and take the elevator to our rooms.  Tripp pulls Rex aside as I go in the room.  Annoyed with Tripp, I go straight to the shower.  When I finish, I come out to see Tripp laying clothes out on the bed, my clothes specifically.

“What the fuck are you doing?”  Crossing my arms over my towel covered chest.

“We’re going out.  Wear this.”  He states, walking past me.  He tugs at my towel, leaving me naked.  He smacks my ass playfully before heading to the shower himself.

Going out?  Where is he taking me tonight?  Adrenaline rushes through me, as I dress in the short halter topped number with the matching red lace bra and thong Tripp picked out.  Smiling as I think I’m glad I packed this. 

Tripp exits the shower.  His hair is down and his ink glistening as his skin is drying.  Walking over to him, I reach up to touch him.  He quickly stops me. 

“You wanted to see Vegas.  We’re gonna see the lights and have a night in sin city.  You start something now and we won’t leave this room.”

Tripp easily gets ready, pulling on his jeans, a t-shirt, boots, and his cut.  Sass and Rex meet us in the hallway, ready to go out.  As we approach the strip, the lights illuminate everything around us making it feel larger than life.  I see why it’s called sin city.  The atmosphere sucks you in.  I feel wild, reckless, and on fire to be as big as the buildings surrounding me. 

Parking, we get off and make our way through the crowds.  Tripp is tense beside me, his arm wrapped securely around my waist.  Entering a nightclub, I’m ready to drink, dance, and let loose.  Going to the bar first, Sass and I throw back a shot quickly.  Lining up the next round, we are getting ready to let the fun begin.  Tripp and Rex realize we plan to enjoy the evening for a while and order a beer each.  We take our third shots, as a woman is already hanging on Rex.

Hello, do they not see that he’s here with us?  I get it, he’s hot.  Well, they’re both hot because he and Tripp could easily pass for brothers, their family resemblance is striking.  Rex has long hair like Tripp’s but lighter in color.  Where Tripp has golden flaked hazel eyes and no visible piercings, Rex has green eyes and a tongue ring that peeks out when he talks.  Do women typically throw themselves at Tripp like this?  I’m sure they do.  Hell, I tried in my own subtle way the first time we met.

Tugging on my arm pulls me out of my musings.  Sass is guiding me away from the bar and to the dance floor.  Tripp grabs me, halting my forward progress.  Pulling me up against him, he growls in my ear.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“To dance,” I answer crossing my arms over my chest.

“No.”

“No!  You don’t fucking own me Tripp.  I’m going to dance with my best friend.  We’re in sin city.  Drop the control.  Let loose for one night.  Quit taming the wild inside of you and let everything go.  For tonight, be in the moment.  Be here with me, Tripp.”  I go from anger to pleading.  Truth is, I don’t want to dance with anyone but Tripp.

Before I can finish my ramblings his mouth crashes onto mine in another one of those kisses that I get lost in.  He consumes me with every touch, every kiss, and every word.  I groan against him, liquid courage coursing through me as the earlier shots hit my system.  Pulling Tripp to the dance floor with me, I grind against him as he kisses and sucks all over my neck. He’s not really moving as much as he’s keeping his hands and mouth all over me, as I keep the rhythm of the songs going with my hips. He allows me four songs before taking me back over to the bar.  Leaning over, he gives Rex some sort of information, then Rex gives a slight nod before smiling at me.  I blush as Tripp is now eagerly guiding me by the hand out of the club.  He doesn’t say anything.  Have I pissed him off?  Was someone there watching me?  Are we in danger? 

Unable to take one more second of her grinding her ass against me, knowing that skimpy red thong is begging to be removed, I decide we should leave.  Rather than give her an opportunity to stay longer I pull her out with me giving no explanation. 

As soon as I get the door shut and locked to our room, I scoop her up and back her into the wall as she wraps her legs around me.  Pushing the scrap of fabric of her dress up over her ass, I pull hard on the small side thread of her thong, ripping it off.  Rubbing my finger between her folds, she’s drenched and ready for me.  I bite into the skin of her shoulder as I undo my jeans, releasing my hard cock.

“Take me Talon.  Now.”  She rocks against me.  Without another word, I sink into her.  She trembles at the contact, crying out in satisfaction.  Pounding into her with no restraint, her head falls back banging hard into the wall.  I brace my hand behind her head, pushing her ass into the wall hard with every thrust.

“Harder, Talon.”  My name coming off her lips is the sound of pure bliss. 

No longer able to hold back, I crush my lips to her mouth.  Her nails are digging harshly into my shoulders even through my shirt.  Taking my hand from her head, I take both her thighs and push her into the wall as I pull almost completely out and slam back into her.  Thrust after thrust she’s taking everything I’m giving her and demanding more.  The buildup in both of our bodies is climbing higher and higher than anything I’ve ever felt before.  She’s squeezing my cock like no one has before.  My piercing hits the spot.  She’s shaking so hard she’s unable to hold herself onto me anymore.  Wrapping one arm under her ass, the other to her back, I cradle her to me, as she milks my dick with her aftershocks.  My balls tighten, my release closing in.

“Talon, you’re worth everything.”  She whispers sending me over the edge, spilling my seed deep inside her.  I’ve not been anything to anyone since my grandparents died.   Gently, I pull out.   Setting her legs on the ground, I make sure she’s stable before I remove her dress. 

Leaning down, I kiss her before guiding us over to the bed as I remove my clothing.  Laying her down, I stroke my thumb over her cheek.  Having her naked under me, her words on repeat in my head, she’s my angel.  She’s a heaven sent treasure, the light in the darkness, the calm in the chaos, and she’s damn sure everything to me.  We may have nothing beyond this ride, this night, but this is a moment that will forever be ours and one I will never forget. 

Kissing her slowly, I run my hand down her side lightly, just grazing her skin.  At her thigh, I work my way back up, she raises up seeking more contact.  I kiss her neck, running my teeth gently against her shoulder, as I continue feathering her skin with soft touches.  My cock quickly becomes hard again. Her hands are pulling at my hair as she’s begging for more.  I lick around her nipple, then blow, causing it to come to life further.  Taking it in my mouth I suck hard.

“Talon, please,” she whimpers. 

Settling myself between her thighs, I enter her slowly.  She’s everything, this is everything.  Gliding in and out of her, I take in every inch of her body.  She’s reaching up, trying to speed up seeking friction and release.

“Give me this, Doll.  If tonight is everything, give it to me slow, baby.  Take in every second and every breath with me, darlin’.”  And with that, I kiss her with everything I have in me. 

There’s nothing left of me that she doesn’t own whether she knows it or not.  No matter what the future holds, Doll will always have me in a way I will never be able to give to anyone else. 

After treasuring her body for a few hours, we clean up in the shower and go to bed.  How will I sleep without her when we return home?  She belongs in my bed, in my arms, and with me.  She deserves better than me, but I can’t let go.  She’s gonna walk away at the end of this ride and I’m going to be forever lost, as she takes pieces of me with her.