Free Riding Bitch by Melinda Barron Page A

Felicia. She’d never been here, but she and Ash had been camping together before. In fact, it was their last trip together that had been their downfall, when her father had discovered that she wasn’t staying at Courtney’s house, as she’d said.
    This would be the first time she’d pitched a tent with him since then, and she was a little nervous about it because of the way it tied into their past.
    Ash didn’t respond to her question about the canyon. Instead he took her left hand and moved it to his thigh, right next to his cock.
    Did she dare touch him while he was piloting the bike? A car passed them, and before she could decide what to do, Ash moved her hand, this time on top of his crotch. She scooted up so that she was pressed against him.
    “Horny?” she asked. She really didn’t need him to answer the question. She could feel the response under his jeans. He was hard.
    “Very.”
    Heat rushed through her. “It’s only been a day.”
    “Two days, really. All of yesterday and today.”
    Felicia laughed. “Maybe we should find a room, then.”
    “Not going to happen.” He exited the highway, and she noticed a sign that said the end of this leg of their journey was twenty-five miles to the right. “What I have planned is for a very private spot. I’m hoping there won’t be too many campers around.”
    “Let me in on the secret?”
    “Behave.” Even as he said it, he put his hand on hers and pushed down. She felt his dick pulse beneath his jeans. He adjusted his position, and she knew he needed to get off, and soon.
    They drove a ways until they were past houses and out into empty country. When the main highway went to the left, Ash took a smaller road to the right. It wasn’t very long, but it was off the beaten path, even though the area was as flat as could be.
    He brought the bike to a stop and turned to her.
    “Off.” When she was standing, he got off and went to the trailer. She started to follow, stopping when he held up his hand. “I’ll be right back with a treat for you.”
    “I like the sound of that.” She moved toward the front of the bike, thinking that although this area was devoid of trees, it really was very pretty. She was looking forward to seeing the canyon, which Ash had told her was billed as “The Grand Canyon of Texas.”
    “I’m back,” he said, close enough that his breath tickled her neck. She turned to him and jumped when he grabbed one of her wrists and snapped a handcuff into place.
    “What the—” Before she could finish the sentence, he’d grasped her other arm and snapped the cuff into place so that her hands were secured in front of her.
    “Ash!”
    Without answering he sat down on the bike, his back to the main highway, his legs spread wide in front of him. “Come here.” He was undoing his pants. Next thing she knew, his hard cock was sticking out of his jeans. “Jerk me off.”
    “Excuse me?” Felicia glanced around them, her head moving so fast she felt as if the world were spinning. “Cover yourself, and get these things off me. We’re in public.”
    Ash blinked innocently. “We’re not really in public.”
    “I think a sheriff’s officer would think differently if he, or she, happened to come down the road to see if we needed help.”
    He touched himself, sliding his finger up and down his shaft. The movement made the head of his cock peek out from the foreskin, and Felicia’s mouth watered. The idea of doing something so naughty was frightening. It was also very enticing.
    The air was hot around them, but unlike where they’d started from, this place was dry. The sweat forming on her forehead was from the ride, true, but it was also from the idea of jacking him off in so public a place.
    Ash continued to touch himself slowly. He wouldn’t shoot off at this pace, but it tempted her very core to see him stroke his dick. She stepped between his legs and grasped him with her right hand.
    His cock felt incredible, hard just for