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  Taking hold of his shoulder, Lynne balanced herself as she slid on the bike behind him. Two helmets were strapped on the back of the seat, but Jeffrey didn't mention wearing them. She let her face rest against his shoulder and entwined her arms around his narrow waist. This was going to be fun.

  When Jeffrey turned the bike out of the crowded alley, Lynne could feel his muscles bunch and tighten as he leaned them around the sharp corner and into the heavy traffic. She let her hand ride low on his abdomen, creeping to the bulge between his legs. She could feel him getting hard as she caressed the soft leather, skimming across his growing erection

  "Are you wearing underwear, Jeffrey?” she asked with her lips against his ear.

  He chuckled in that soft husky male way that means sex is involved. “You tell me."

  Lynne let her hand roam between his legs, feeling him swell against the fabric and into her hand as she cupped him under the jacket. “I don't think so."

  "Disappointed?"

  Now it was Lynne's turn to laugh. “Only that we aren't in a hotel somewhere."

  * * * *

  Two hours out of New York City, Jeffrey pulled into the parking lot of a popular, economy biker's motel. Several other cycles were parked in spaces outside rooms with closed-curtained windows. “This will do for tonight,” he stated, his voice sounding tired.

  For the first time, Lynne wondered how far he'd traveled to reach her. What had he been doing before he decided to crash her wedding? She patted him on the back as she got off the bike. “Tired?"

  Jeffrey turned to her with a seductive grin. “Not that tired."

  "Good,” Lynne whispered, following him into the office where he paid cash and got the key card from a bored teenager who looked them both up and down then popped her gum insolently.

  "Have fun,” the kid muttered, cracking the gum again.

  Jeffrey turned to stare at her and she stopped chewing. “You didn't see us come in here, right?"

  She shrugged, nervously twisting a strand of over-bleached hair around her finger. “I didn't see nothin'."

  "Yeah, that's what I thought,” he answered, slipping a fifty-dollar bill under the pack of Big Red gum lying on the counter.

  * * * *

  Lynne watched Jeffrey swipe the key card and turn the handle of the motel door. This was it. She was married. She'd be making love to her husband for the first time tonight. Not that she hadn't made love to him before; he just hadn't been her husband then. So why was she nervous?

  As if he could read her mind, Jeffrey stared down at her in amusement. “Do you want me to carry you over the threshold?"

  Lynne pushed past him with a grin. “I think I can manage. We wouldn't want you throwing your back out or anything."

  Jeffrey smirked. “Definitely not tonight.” He kicked the door closed, whirling Lynne around to face him. “Time for bed, sweetcheeks."

  "Impatient much?” she laughed, feeling his hard-on pushing against her pelvis.

  "You bet,” Jeffrey murmured, lowering his mouth to hers. Eager as he was, Jeffrey took his time exploring her lips. But then, control had never been a problem for him. He loved building up the anticipation. He pushed his tongue inside her mouth and while he was kissing her, he was also walking her backward toward the bed one step at a time, one kiss at a time.

  At the edge of the bed Jeffrey pushed her down, pulling his shirt off, while he stared at her. “Your turn,” he whispered, his eyes full of hunger as he watched Lynne pull the tank top over her head and toss it on the nearby chair.

  She wasn't wearing a bra and his gaze immediately went to her hardened nipples. A little smile of satisfaction flickered across his face at her obvious arousal. He leaned over to plant a wet kiss on each breast, swirling his tongue around both nipples.

  As Lynne looked down at him she noticed he had a new tattoo. An oriental dragon ran across his left shoulder and halfway down his back. He leaned in to kiss her again but she pushed him away.

  "Wait,” she said, reaching for his shoulders to turn him around, pulling him down to sit on the edge of the bed in front of her. Her fingers traced lightly over the scales of the dragon tattooed in shades of brilliant reds and green. Lynne followed her fingertips with her tongue, tracing the outline, knowing it would turn him on. “Beautiful,” she breathed. “When did you get this?"

  Jeffrey sighed softly. “I was assigned to Hong Kong for two years, Lynne. That's why I didn't come back to you sooner."

  "You could have told me,” she murmured, biting him hard enough on the shoulder that he winced but didn't pull away from her.

  "I handled it badly,” he admitted, leaning his head back to touch her. “You were my only weakness, girl. I thought I could walk away and forget you.” He hesitated before adding. “I wanted to walk away and forget you."

  "But you didn't.” She took her mouth away from him, replacing it with her fingers again.

  "No,” Jeffrey agreed, shivering at the touch of her long red nails tracing the dragon's whiskers nearly hard enough to break the skin. “So what is this? Do you want to hurt me for what I did to you?"

  "If I wanted to hurt you, Jeffrey,” Lynne whispered, “I wouldn't be turning you on, now would I?"

  Jeffrey rolled his head back limply, as though a ribbon of lust was uncurling through his body, ending in his swollen cock.

  "Does that make you hot?” Lynne asked against his ear, nipping at him again, running her hands to the front of his leather clad erection, squeezing him tightly.

  "Touch me,” he groaned, pushing into her hand.

  "I am touching you,” Lynne teased, drawing her hand slowly up the length of him.

  "Skin to skin,” Jeffrey clarified, his voice hoarse.

  Lynne laughed seductively. “I've never known you to be so passive, Jeffrey."

  "I never knew it was such a turn-on to let you lead,” he answered.

  Lynne pushed into him then, her breasts sliding down the bare skin of his back. Her nipples hardened further in response to touching him. She dropped kisses across his shoulders as she unbuttoned and unzipped the leather jeans, letting him spill out into her eager hands. She played with him for a moment, feeling the swollen weight of his arousal, the silken softness of skin over hard steel, and then she slid off the bed to stand in front of him.

  "Lay down,” she whispered, pushing him back onto the mattress. He groaned at the way she gave the order and pulled her down along with him. Lynne was straddling him now, still dressed in her jeans but she could feel him pushing eagerly against the inseam. She drew back to look at his lips. He had a beautiful mouth. His upper lip formed a perfect cupid's bow and his lower lip was kissably full. She remembered he could do wonderful things with that mouth and a small moan escaped her at the memory.

  She leaned down, tracing the curve of Jeffrey's lips with her tongue. Then she kissed over his chin, feeling the slight stubble of his beard. Lynne dropped her head lower, traveling the length of his chest, to his navel, feeling him jerk slightly when her lips kissed the tender skin of his abdomen. She hadn't removed his pants yet; instead she left them open, pulled partially down his hips, restricting his movements. It gave her the advantage.

  She glanced up to see Jeffrey straining against the bed, his head back, the tendons of his neck standing out as he fought the urge to yank her up and sink himself into her.

  "Babe,” he groaned, his hands finding her hair when he felt the warmth of her breath tickle across the head of his cock.

  She didn't answer; instead she blew a soft stream of air across the head of his penis, resulting in a swift intake of breath from him. Lynne touched her lips to the silky skin on the head of his shaft, taking him into her mouth with exquisite slowness. She curled her tongue around his erection, tasting the salty drop of clear pre-cum that had gathered on the tip.

  "Lynne,” he warned, his voice hovering somewhere between pleasure and pain.

  She held him tightly at the base, sliding him into the wetness of her mouth, letting hi
m slip down her throat so he could feel the tightness of her throat. His whole body was rigid now and he cupped her face lightly with his hand, letting her find the rhythm she wanted to pleasure him with. Seductively she pushed her tongue against the vein that ran underneath his cock, pushing the tip into the roof of her mouth so that he slid over the ridges each time she lowered her head on him.

  "Fuck!” Jeffrey gasped, pulling Lynne up the length of his body until she was eye to eye with him. He cupped the back of her head and pulled her in for a harsh kiss, his tongue claiming her. Without warning he rolled over, flipping Lynne beneath him. He reached for something he had left beside the bed and with a knowing look he smiled at her just before she felt the cold steel of handcuffs being clamped on her wrists.

  "What are you doing?” Lynne asked with just a touch of panic in her voice. She struggled against the handcuffs. Her arms were pulled over her head and the chain of the cuffs was looped around the spindles of the headboard. Trust Jeffrey to find a bed you could fasten cuffs to.

  "Shhhh,” Jeffrey calmed her. “You know I'm not going to hurt you.” He leaned down to run his tongue lazily across the swollen tips of her nipples, stopping to suck each one until Lynne groaned with desperation. “Oh, God, Jeffrey, don't do this. I need you too badly to stretch this out tonight,” she begged. “Tomorrow. We can do this tomorrow."

  "Sorry, babe, I spent nights dreaming about what I'd do to you if I ever got the chance. This is our wedding night and I'm going to make it a good one."

  Lynne whimpered and shut her eyes. Jeffrey leaned over her, straddling her body, his bare chest making light contact with her breasts as he leaned up to check the cuffs. He deliberately moved across her with just the right amount of pressure to torment Lynne's sensitive, swollen nipples with the crisp smattering of hair on his chest.

  He slid his hands to her wrists, making sure the cuffs weren't too tight, and then he trailed his fingers down the length of her arms, down the sides of her breasts, down to the waist of her jeans. Despite the strength in those hands, his touch was feather soft, enhancing the need she felt.

  Jeffrey unbuttoned her jeans and lowered his face to the fabric. He deliberately blew his hot breath through the material, tickling her hair and sending a flood of sensation through her. Next, he backed down to her feet, taking her boots off so he could slide her jeans and panties from her legs. She was naked now and helpless. Her heart was beating like a trapped bird.

  "What could I do to make this perfect for you?” Jeffrey pretended to consider, running his index finger lightly from her belly button to the top of her bikini hairline. He swirled the curls around his fingertip in random patterns. Lynne groaned and pushed her hips upward.

  "Anxious?"

  "Please, Jeffrey,” she begged.

  He narrowed his beautiful dark eyes. “Please what?"

  Lynne licked her lips, finding it hard to speak. “Fuck me.” Her voice sounded husky with need.

  "Now who's impatient?” Jeffrey asked with a smirk.

  "Just do it,” Lynne breathed. “I need you and I'm wet."

  Jeffrey stared at her thoughtfully, trailing his fingers between her legs, parting the lips of her vagina to feel the slick moisture that was coating her.

  "Yes, you are,” he said in his softest voice. “Let me see if I can make you a little wetter."

  He started at the bottom of the bed. First, he kicked his boots off and peeled his jeans down, tossing them somewhere across the room. Free of restraints, he picked up one of Lynne's feet, planting kisses across her toes while his free hand roamed up her leg, up her thigh, into the tangled mass of wet curls between her legs. Just as he took her toes into his mouth, he slipped two fingers inside of her, his thumb brushing her clit as he wriggled his fingers around. Lynne stiffened, trying to fight the multiple sensations that were so overpowering they were painful.

  Jeffrey didn't give her the chance to resist, he pushed his fingers harder into her, pinning her against the bed. He rubbed his thumb back and forth lightly over her clit while she arched and strained against the cuffs, begging him to release her.

  "No, sweetheart,” he said, “you'd make it end much, much too fast if you could touch me and I want this to last as long as I can."

  "You like to torture me,” Lynne panted, groaning as his thumb circled her faster and faster until she could feel her orgasm starting to break.

  "You want me to stop?” Jeffrey asked lazily, pulling his hand away, watching her lose the orgasm that had just been surfacing.

  Lynne felt tears of frustration squeeze out of her eyes. “I'm going to kill you, Jeffrey. Honest to God, I'm going to kill you."

  He chuckled, giving her a minute to calm down.

  "If you kill me, who will do this, Lynne?"

  He dropped his mouth to her sex, his tongue finding the spot where his fingers had been only moments before. His hands held her hips to the bed as he practiced a new technique. It was a mixture of nearly painful use of his teeth tugging on the swollen nub of her clit, then a soothing glide of his tongue over the sensitive flesh. He repeated the pattern time after time.

  Lynne had long since lost all rational thought. All she was aware of was the feel of Jeffrey's mouth and the spiraling heat of her orgasm as it reached the surface and burned like fire in her veins. She gasped his name and mumbled incoherent words of encouragement, opening her legs wantonly so he could reach her without effort.

  She knew Jeffrey was letting her ride the pleasure for as long as he could make it last. When he felt the first unstoppable rush of her orgasm, he drove his tongue deep into her, tasting the honey of her climax. He grasped her hips, trapping her against his mouth as his tongue worked its sinful magic, and she sobbed with the pleasure. Lynne fell back onto the bed boneless, exhausted by the power of her orgasm.

  Jeffrey didn't move again until she opened her eyes to look at him. “Jeffrey?” she breathed, and that one word held everything she was feeling. He moved up between her legs then, letting his body glide across her sweat dampened curves. He stopped at her breasts to drop gentle kisses on her nipples. Lynne's body was still so responsive she jerked every time he touched her and she couldn't stop trembling.

  When he was face-to-face with her, she felt his erection pushing at the folds between her legs. Lynne wanted desperately to wrap her arms around his neck as he entered her. “Please Jeffrey, let me hold you. I've missed that so much."

  He reached up with one hand, flipping the cuffs open and Lynne brought her arms around his shoulders, drawing her legs around his back, locking her ankles together, which sent him gliding into her wetness until he was against the inner opening. He didn't pretend to be tender. He shoved into her with two years of need and desperation. If she hadn't been so wet, it would have been painful. Instead, it was violently passionate.

  "Faster,” Lynne encouraged and he shoved into her with a violent rhythm that had both of them groaning and desperate. His body pounded hers as he drew out and thrust back in, slamming into her over and over until Lynne gave a strangled scream and her body clenched around him so tightly he gasped her name and spilled his cum into the warmth of her body. She had never felt him climax for so long or so hard. When he finished, he lay his sweaty head down on Lynne's shoulder, catching his breath while he tried to ease out of her to take his weight off.

  "Where do you think you're going, you?” Lynne asked softly, still fighting to catch her breath. Her fingers gently smoothed his hair back out of his face and she dropped a kiss on the damp skin of his forehead.

  "I didn't want to smother you, sweetcheeks. We might want to do this again sometime,” Jeffrey answered, with humor lacing his voice.

  "Maybe,” Lynne agreed with a satisfied smile.

  * * * *

  Jeffrey was jerked awake by the shrill ringing of the telephone on the bedside table. His first cognizant thought was the awareness of Lynne's body spooned intimately against his own. Her ass was invitingly close to his reawakening cock. She was so exhausted she
didn't even stir at the sound of the phone. Jeffrey grinned and reached across her to yank the handset from the cradle.

  "Hey, mister?"

  It was the voice of the teenager in the motel office.

  "Yeah?"

  "Some guys down at the office are asking about you and your ... uh ... wife."

  Jeffrey immediately reached under the mattress for his gun. He chambered a round and sat up in bed listening to the silence of the night. He couldn't hear anyone outside the door but that didn't mean they weren't there. It just meant they were being quiet.

  "Listen, kid, you need to go home,” Jeffrey warned. “Things are going to get a wee bit dangerous around here in a few minutes.” He carefully set the phone back on the receiver and gently shook Lynne awake.

  "What's wrong?” she mumbled sleepily.

  Jeffrey put a finger to his lips, pointing to her clothes. He was already slipping into the black t-shirt and leather jeans. “They've found us, sweetcheeks,” he whispered, “we've got to get out of here."

  His words were like cold water dashed in her face. Lynne scrambled out of bed, tugging on her clothing without saying a word.

  Already fully dressed, Jeffrey was stuffing pillows under the bedcovers to make a lump that might resemble a person in the darkness of the hotel room. He glanced around the room without missing one detail. Frowning, he went into the bathroom and stared up at the ceiling.

  "Come here,” he ordered, removing one of the ceiling panels over the tub area.

  Lynne looked up at the plumbing pipes and electrical conduit. “What are you doing?"

  "I'm going to boost you up there,” Jeffrey explained in a whisper. “Try to stretch out and distribute your weight over the pipes, and no matter what you hear, don't make a sound."

  "But..."