Free Don't Look Back by Candice Owen

spot. The trick was to stay still and act cool, like they were just having a conversation while Sharon was sneaking in the ultimate pleasure.

    "I’m going to so get you for this," she stuttered.

    "Oh yeah?" he asked coolly. "What are you going to do to me?" Sharon was nearly too flustered to talk, so her answer was weak.

    "I might have to crawl on top of your lap over there," she whispered.

    "Really." Jason stroked her thigh. He leaned into her so that it was nearly just the two of them in the whole wide world. "And would you ride me? Would you take me into you so, so deeply that I filled you completely?"

    Jason’s words and his little toy did the trick. Sharon struggled to remain still as wave after wave of sexual pleasure rushed her body. She took a deep breath. "Is it happening?" he asked with a smile in his voice. She knew he knew that it was. He tenderly skated his nails on the skin of her legs to enhance the electricity of the ecstasy consuming her body.

    Sharon shakily lifted her beverage to her lips and swallowed as the pleasure peaked and ebbed. She righted her clothing and sat up straight. "Okay?" he smiled.

    "Yes but it is your turn. I will think of something," she promised.

    "I can hardly wait."

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

    Dinner was savory. Though just about every restaurant in Melbourne served some variation of fish tacos, Long Dogger’s had to be about the best ever. After their plates were cleared, Jason leaned over and kissed her for a long time.

    "How about we go for a ride? Let’s step outside, and if the weather is perfect, let’s ride the night away," he suggested.

    "I'd like that very much."

    Just as they were about to get up from the table, the waiter brought over two shots of Wild Turkey Liquor compliments of the La Calle rider who had been at the bar. "Oh my goodness," Sharon said, tortured by the temptation. "I don’t drink. But babe, you go ahead," she said to Jason.

    Jason eyeballed the waiter. "Here, you take one and you give one to the cook back there and then you tell the guy thank you very much."

    The night was indeed perfect. The weather could not have been more even. It was neither hot nor overly humid. The streets were calling to Jason’s Harley. Sharon’s newly cut hair fell down around her face as she checked her reflection in her phone out of habit.

    The fluorescent lamp light cast wild special effects on the silken strands. It was if they glowed. Magic. The light also did spectacular things to the handsome face of her beloved man. It poured on the warm lines of his magnificent bone structure.

    He was so tall and perfect. He was like a knight standing in the brilliant moonlight. Only it was the parking lot of a hot spot in Melbourne. A gentle breeze blew and Sharon could smell the light scent of honey suckles. Their hands found one another. Always connected. The electricity flowed from one conductor to the next.

    She kissed him lightly on his lips before he first mounted the bike, then she. He reached around, as he always did, and made sure she fit snuggly to him. They rode.

    Thoughts of Polly came to Sharon out of nowhere. There was some hope that she was alive but Sharon couldn't imagine it. To her it felt like her friend was dead. She couldn't imagine what Polly did to set Lance off.

    In her mind as the motorcycle sliced through Melbourne, she imagined she was dropping each part of these people off and leaving them behind. She said goodbye to Lance, to Marty, the douchebag cop. And Polly. Sharon felt like she was riding into the present and moving towards the future.

    Something transformed within her. These passionate days she had been spending with Jason were more than amazing sex. Finally she was with the man she was supposed to be with. That realization made her extraordinarily clearheaded and strong.

    She loved Jason on a whole new level. They wound and tipped on a flawless ride in the night. Sharon's head turned and pressed again Jason's hard broad back. The