“When Oliver got sent away I was pissed. I wanted to go after Dagger and kill him. But it was all a big fucking mess. Oliver didn't know who we were, even though we knew who he was. So, I was helpless at that moment. Not wanting to be around anyone I took off with no destination in mind, just drove until I found this place. It was quiet, no one was around. I stayed here for hours. After that, it became my go-to place when I needed to just get away from everything. Sometimes I'd bring food and stuff and just stay here for the entire day.”

  “It's beautiful. Thank you for sharing this with me.” I wrap my arms around his waist and tilt my head up to see his face.

  “You're the only person to ever ride with me, you know that?” He asks, pulling me closer. “I never had another woman even touch my bike, and I never brought another soul here. Only you, Princess, always you.”

  “I love you.” I kiss him and he quickly deepens the kiss, threading his fingers through my hair, licking the seam of my lips for me to open. And I do. His tongue dominates my mouth until I'm nothing but a boneless, needy mess in his arms.

  “I love you so fucking much, Princess.” He growls before kissing me again.

  “Tyson,” I whimper against his lips. “I need you.” I whine. Okay, so I sound like a spoiled brat, but fuck, he's just so damn sexy and I'm always a goner when I'm with him. Hell, when I'm with any of my lovers. There's no chance for me. Leave me here to die from orgasms. It's okay, I'll happily accept my fate.

  “What do you need from me?” He asks, his lips brushing against mine.

  “You. Your lips, your tongue, your monster cock. Fuck, I don't care what at this point. I just need some part of you.”

  He kisses me again, before leading me over to his bike. He starts it up, but doesn't get on. I stand there confused.

  “I wanna try something.” He says, and the look on his face is pure sin and sex, and fuck, I want whatever he has in mind.

  “Okay?” I answer sounding unsure, confused as to why he would need his bike running right now.

  He says nothing more, crouching down to pull down my shorts and panties together. “Step out.”

  “Tyson!” I shout, quickly looking around, shocked that he's just exposing me out in the open.

  “We're alone, Princess, now step out of these.” His voice pitched low and commanding. I do as he says, still wary about this whole thing. What if some weird man lives in the woods or something? I’ve heard some really fucked up stories about killers in the woods. You never know.

  “Emmy.” He growls. “No one is gonna come out of the woods and murder us. Now stop overthinking this, and get on my bike.”

  Oops, I must have said that out loud.

  I look at him, at his bike, and then back at him. Why the fuck not? He helps me up on the bike backwards, taking my arms and wrapping them around the handlebars and placing my hands on the grips. My body is up high enough that he doesn't have to move too far down to reach my pussy.

  I'm laying there, pussy exposed to him, and the look of hunger on his face has my core dripping for him. “Look at that pretty pink pussy. Fuck, I will never get tired of eating you, devouring you until you scream my name and cream all over my face.” He growls, taking my legs and hiking them up over his shoulders. “Do you know how fucking sexy you look on my bike, presenting yourself to me like the finest delicacy a man could wish for? Best thing I could ask for.”

  The vibrations of this bike only adds to the amazing sensations that are running through my body. My breathing is coming out quick and choppy already.

  He looks so fucking sinful right now with his shaggy, raven hair. His cut fitted snugly over his muscled, toned arms. And I can see some of his tattoos sticking out at the top of his black tee. I want to sit up and trail my tongue along his collarbone, but I'm not going anywhere right now, even if I tried.

  “Talk about meals on wheels.” I joke. He raises a brow with a smirk of amusement. Before I can fully sink into the embarrassment of my corny-as-fuck joke, he scoots back a little before diving between my legs.

  “Tyson!” I cry, tossing my head back with a moan as his tongue starts to lap at my glistening center. “Oh, god.” I grip the handlebars and accidently rev the engine, making me jolt in surprise.

  Tyson chuckles against my core, adding to the vibrations and it feels fucking fantastic.

  “Yes. Right there.” I start to whimper as his tongue and lips work me over, but he holds me in place with his big hands. My legs wrap around his head, holding him closely while my body begs me not to let him go.

  “That’s it, Princess.” He speaks against my lower lips. “Let the world know who owns this pussy, even if there's no one around to hear you scream. Let it all out. Cum for me.” He coaxes as my body begins to tremble from the wicked things that his tongue is doing to me.

  “Ty.” I whine, feeling my impending orgasm start to erupt.

  “Let go, Princess. Give it all to me.” He licks and sucks some more, taking my clit into his mouth, giving it a little nibble. My legs are shaking, my head tosses back and forth because it's all too much, but not enough at the same time; his mouth, this bike, and when he adds two thick fingers inside of me, I'm a fucking goner.

  I scream out and yes, I scream his name so fucking loud it scares the damn birds in the trees, sending them flying away.

  “I love it when my name comes out of your mouth that way. It’s the only time I'll allow you to raise your voice at me.” He snarks, licking his lips. I swallow thickly as I try to clear my vision, my head still floating on cloud nine.

  He gives my ass a smack, making me squeal, and he chuckles at the threatening glare I give him. He knows I love it and I'm not fooling anyone anymore.

  “We should get going.” Tyson says, helping me off the bike and back to my removed clothing. “As much as I’d love to keep you here all to myself for a little while longer, Oliver has been blowing up my phone.” He shows me the five missed calls and twenty unopened texts. I giggle as I look through them. Most of them consist of Oliver calling Tyson a selfish dickhead for hogging me.

  I hand him back his phone with a grin. “He needs to learn how to share. He's had me since we were five.” I roll my eyes.

  “Trust me, I love to remind him of that whenever I get the chance.”

  Tyson helps me on his bike, and I look up at the sky to see that the sun is already starting to set. Wrapping my arms around him, I sigh as I feel so much emotion in this moment. Being with Tyson like this, outside the school where we can finally be a real couple, makes me so fucking happy.

  We head back to the compound and by the time we get there it's dark, but as we drive through the gates and closer to the clubhouse I can see the place is packed.

  Tyson parks his bike and helps me off. “Thanks for coming on a ride with me, Princess. I love seeing you on my baby.” He kisses me sweetly and I melt into him, sighing against his lips.

  “Let's get in there before they come out here looking for us and I have to hear them bitch and complain.” He grumbles against my lip. I giggle and take his hand, allowing him to bring me into the clubhouse.

  “Hey you two, it's about time.” Steel greets us. “Hope you don't mind, but we felt like tonight called for an all-around celebration. It’s not everyday that my son and his girl graduate.”

  “Oh, of course. I love being here, and everyone is amazing. I'm glad they could come by and celebrate.”

  “Any excuse for some beers and a BBQ!” One of the members shouts, raising his beer before downing it. I laugh and shake my head as Tyson starts to lead me out of the room after saying goodbye to his dad.

  “Where are we going?” I ask as he takes me out the back door. “And where are the others?”

  Tyson doesn't answer me, he just keeps leading me to wherever. When we walk around the back and into the outside lounging area, my eyes go wide with surprise as I see the whole place lit up with fairy lights.

  My eyes land on the people I love most in this world. Oliver, Ben, and Talon stand there wearing dress pants and button-down shirts, looking all sexy. Charlie stands next to them in a flowy summer dress with Melody in her arms in a cute little flower romper. Her hair is in little piggy tails on the top with a headband that has a flower matching the one on her outfit.

  My eyes start to tear up as I take in their happy faces.

  “Surprise, Shorty!” Talon shouts. Using the perfect opportunity to combine the viral TikTok video, and my nickname.

  I burst out laughing as Oliver looks at Talon like he's a fool. But he's my fool. Fuck, I love these guys.

  Chapter 21

  Tyson

  “What's all this?” Emmy asks as she takes in everything around her with wide, excited eyes.

  “Well, I told the guys about the conversation we had last week, the one about how it sucks that we didn't get a normal graduation and no prom? And they agree that it sucks, because proms always look so fun on TV; getting dressed up, with fancy hair, taking lots of photos, with all the dancing and drinking until you pass out.” Charlie stops when she sees Emmy’s face. Emmy is trying to hold back a fit of giggles, and I roll my eyes at a babbling Charlie.

  “Anyway,” Charlie laughs. “We thought we would give you your own mini prom.” Charlie opens her free arm encompassing the decked out backyard. “Now there's no fancy hair or dresses, but there are pretty dresses and awesome music.”

  “You guys are the best!” Emmy says, rushing over to give each of them a hug and kiss. “And you,” Emmy gushes at Melody. “Look at you, you are so stinkin' cute!” Emmy kisses Melody's face all over. Melly just looks at her mama like she's a crazy lady, but takes all the love with no fuss.

  “Give me this cutie pie.” Oliver says with a smile, taking the baby from Charlie and looking at Emmy. “Go with Charlie to get dressed.”

  Emmy takes Charlie's hand and they both race off down the street towards our new place with cheers and laughter.

  “Thanks for taking her out so we could set this up.” Ben says, taking two beers from the tub of ice.

  “Trust me, man, it was all my pleasure.” My grin is cocky as I take a beer for myself and crack it open, taking a sip as I take a seat in one of the fancy lawn chairs. He heads over to stand with Talon, handing him a drink as they start in on a conversation.

  “Why do you look like the cat who got the cream?” Oliver asks with an accusing look on his face as he bounces the baby around to keep her from fussing.

  “Oh because, brother, I got the cream alright. All the fucking cream.” I feel like a king right now. Eating out the sweet pussy of the woman I love has while being on my bike, with her naked from the waist down and a sexy as fuck leather jacket on? My ultimate wet dream came true.

  “Where the hell did you do that? Where did you guys even go?” Oliver asks.

  “I took her for a ride.” I smirk.

  His eyes go wide. “She actually got on your bike?”

  “Yup. We went to one of my favorite places, then I had me a snack.” I grin behind my beer.

  “You took her out to eat?” Ben asks, taking his attention away from his conversation with Talon. Poor dude has no idea what we're talking about.

  “You could say that. But I was the one who got to eat.”

  “Why didn't you share it with her?” Ben asks, looking annoyed with me. Fuck, this is too good.

  Talon raises a brow, looking at me, before he clues into what this whole conversation between me and Oliver is really about.

  “Babe. I’m pretty sure the snack he's referring to is our girl, not with our girl.” Talon wraps his arms around Ben from behind and kisses his neck. “Much like I plan on doing the next chance we get.”

  “Ohhh.” Ben says, a flush of red growing on his cheeks.

  “The mix of her purrs with my bike’s roars was sweet, sweet music to my ears.” These guys had her for a whole year before me, damn right I'll be rubbing my alone time with her in their faces, at least for a while.

  “You ate her out on your bike?” Oliver grins. I just shrug with a smirk. “I’m doing that next time. She didn't seem like a fan of riding when I took her out that one time. But I guess that's changed now.”

  “Probably had something to do with the fact that you were driving for less than a year, and I’ve been doing it for a while now. I’m more experienced.” I say with a wink.

  “Doing what for a while now?” Emmy asks as she and Charlie make their way over to us.

  “Riding. Tyson was just telling us all about how he kept you distracted while we set this up.” Oliver taunts.

  Emmy’s cheeks match the color Ben’s were just a moment ago, as she looks at me with her big brown eyes. But they quickly turn heated when she sees the look I'm giving her in return. My eyes eat up her body, taking in every inch of her. She looks stunning. She has on a pair of flat, strappy sandals and a purple summer dress, while her hair is braided to the side. She's not wearing her glasses, so I guess she put in a pair of contacts. She doesn't wear them much, but I think she's beautiful no matter which she chooses.

  I get up, place my beer on the table, and pull my girl into my arms. “You look gorgeous, Princess.” I say, sneaking a kiss before Charlie slaps my arm.

  “No messing up the makeup until after photos.” She scolds me. Emmy giggles and gives me a hug before going over to the others.

  One of the Old Ladies is a photographer and offered to take our pictures. She said she would love to do a baby photoshoot with Melody and was sad that she wasn't able to do newborn photos also. Emmy was over the moon excited at her offer because Emmy wants photos for everything when it comes to Melody. Her phone is full of baby pictures. Most of them look the same to me but she swears they are all different.

  I stand back and enjoy the pure happiness radiating off Emmy. Her smile is so bright and beautiful I can't look away.

  They get photos with everyone, doing a bunch of different poses, everyone taking turns with the baby.

  “Ty, come here.” Emmy shouts for me to join.

  “This is your day, Princess, and theirs.” I reply.

  She folds her arms, giving me an adorable mad face. She knows I don't like photos, but I don't think she's gonna back down until I take some.

  “Tyson Kingston! Get that sexy ass over here right now and take photos with your girlfriend and daughter, damn it!”

  Okay she's gonna pay for being a little brat later but I'm not gonna lie, she's hot when she's mad.

  Ignoring my growing dick, I march right over to her, get right in her face, cupping her cheeks in my hands, and kissing her so hard I can feel her knees start to buckle. Clicks of a camera tells me this is all getting documented, but she wanted photos. Right?

  “Wow.” She breathes when I pull back.

  I give her a cocky smirk. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Lovely couple photos?”

  She nods, her eyes glazed over with lust. She looks over to Anna, the one taking the photos. “I'm gonna need those.”

  Anna laughs. “You can have them all.”

  I take Melody and quickly get over my dislike for photos as we do a few different poses. Why make a big deal when something so little makes my girl so happy? I know I would hate myself for not having something like this to look back at later.

  A million and one photos later, Emmy is beyond happy.

  “Dance with me?” Charlie asks, grabbing Emmy by the hand and pressing a button on a little remote in her other hand to turn on the portable speaker.

  Fancy Like by Walker Hayes starts playing and I laugh because Emmy really is obsessed with the song. They start dancing, big smiles on their faces. I grab another beer, sit down in the chair I was in earlier, and watch my girl.

  They sing along, doing a horrible version of the dance moves and only end up belly laughing every time they trip over each other's feet. This is something I didn't know I needed; the chance to just relax and enjoy being with the ones I love. Even just for the night.

  Talon and Ben join them, pulling Emmy away and trapping her between them, but I don't think she has an issue with it. They grind into her, and after a minute, it starts to look like they are ready to fuck her right here.

  Before things get too hot and heavy, Oliver takes his turn, and the other two resume their dry humping with each other.

  “It’s nice to see her smile like that.” Charlie says, sitting down next to me with a sleeping Melody in her arms.

  “It really is.” I say, taking a sip and watching my girl and my brother slow dance as they kiss, holding each other close. She breaks the kiss, smiling at him with a little giggle before tucking her face into his neck.

  “I want everyday to be like today.” Charlie says, grabbing my beer and taking a sip. I give her a dirty look but she just smirks and rolls her eyes. “Happy, carefree, and constantly smiling.”

  “I know everyday can't be like this, but I'll try my damnedest to give her as many moments as I can to make up for it.”

  “Same.”

  We sit in silence for a few minutes watching the others before I turn to her. “You know, if someone told me a few years ago that I would end up with the girl of my dreams, the one I watched from afar, whom I protected while being in the background, only to share her with not just my brother, but his best friends and hers as well, I would have laughed in their face. But now, I can't picture my life any other way. This feels... right.”

  “So have you changed your mind about joining in on their group activities yet?” Charlie asks, wiggling her eyebrows.

  “Have you?” I ask, raising a brow.

  She scrunches up her face. “Eww, no. I know what they do, and sorry but I do not want to be around when they have their confetti poppers flying about before they explode everywhere.”

  “Did you just refer to a dick as a confetti popper?” I laugh.

  “Well, I mean.” She takes one hand, makes a jerking motion before pretending it explodes with a pop. “Like confetti. But like nasty, wet, and gooey confetti.”

  “I don't know. I love when Ben’s confetti explodes all over me.” Talon says with a shrug as he grabs a beer from the tub next to me.

 

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