Ride Me Away by Jamie Fuchs Page B

drop on me, I might be in trouble.
    When Jag showed up, we walked out together and Ryan approached us.
    “What are you doing, Kim?”
    “What do you mean?” I responded.
    “Him. What are you doing with him?” he said, nodding to Jag with his eyes still focused on me.
    “You leave her alone,” Jag said as he stepped in between us, but that only angered Ryan even more. He tried to shove him out of the way to get to me, but Jag knocked him to the ground with an unexpected right hook.
    “Let’s get outta here,” Jag said as he grabbed my hand and led me to his bike.
    Things were getting out of control on this mission. I was supposed to be flying under the radar, not causing fistfights in the street.

Jag took me back to my apartment and shut off his bike. He pulled his helmet off and turned his head to the side, squinting in the sun.
    “Go grab some things,” he said. “You’re staying with me for a few days. I’ll wait down here.”
    I looked at him in shock for a few seconds before it truly sank in. Jag really was going to try and protect me when I needed it. I grabbed his face and planted a huge kiss on the side of his cheek. A smile erupted across his face.
    “Come on now, hurry up,” he said, his voice a happy chirp.
    I went into my room, grabbed the duffel bag from underneath my bed, and threw it on top of the covers. I filled it with as many of my belongings as I possibly could without busting the zipper.
    Just as I was zipping it up, I noticed one of my vibrators.
    Nah, I don’t think I’ll be needing those.
    I threw the bag over my shoulder and headed back downstairs. Jag was still there, waiting patiently.
    “Got everything?” he asked.
    “Yup,” I replied before giving him another kiss and jumping on my bike.
    The two of us rode side by side down the streets, me following his lead as he led me back to his house.
    He lived just a few blocks down the road from the Saviors’ clubhouse. His place was a light blue and appeared completely normal on the outside. He had an old pickup parked in the driveway in front of the detached garage and his front yard was kept up well.
    “Nice place,” I said as we took our helmets off.
    “Thanks,” he said as he walked up the front steps to unlock the door.
    I followed him into the house and shut the door behind us.
    “You can put your things in my room,” Jag said as he turned around. He placed one finger just below my breasts and dragged it up to my chin. “After all, that’s where you’re going to be sleeping.”
    He stepped closer to me and took the bag from my hand, dropping it onto the floor. His other hand found its way around my back and to my ass, where he took hold of me firmly.
    “Come on, I’ll show you my bed.”
    His hand traced around from my ass to my front, grabbing hold of my belt and dragging me along. With my eyes fixated on his wide shoulders swaying from side to side as he walked, my moistening pussy gave me no choice but to follow.
    When we got to his bedroom he hurled me onto the bed face-down. He crawled up on top of me, snarling in my ear as his hand found its way underneath my body. He undid my belt and slid his hand further underneath my waistband.
    I wriggled around in pleasure underneath him as his fingers made contact with my clit. His cock began swelling up against my ass, and I couldn’t resist the urge to grind up against it. Soon it was completely firm, and I couldn’t wait to get it inside of me.
    Sliding my pants down, I began rubbing my bare ass against him as I fumbled with his belt behind my back. As soon as it was loose, I quickly reached for his waistband and pulled it below his cock.
    He laid back down on top of me, his dick now pressing up between my ass cheeks as we rubbed against each other.
    My moans grew more intense the more desperate he made me. He was still rubbing my clit with one hand, yet not giving me the thing I desired most.
    “Fuck me,” I moaned.
    He gave no response, still grinding the