Free Vipers Run by Stephanie Tyler Page A

him. My pulse beat a tattoo and I could barely breathe, but the bike wove through the roads smoothly.
    We had to be doing close to eighty miles per hour, and eighty on a bike was so different from what it was in a car. My body vibrated so hard I wasn’t sure if I’d break or come, and that had to be the oddest situation I’d ever felt in my life.
    The bike swerved as Cage headed off-road, and my body dipped right, the heavy steel horse between my legs powering me along. Saving me.
    And at the same time, bringing me right back into the arms of danger.
    I heard the roar of the other bikes behind us for a long while, it seemed. And then I only heard the wind and the low purr of Cage’s bike. I didn’tdare turn around, but even though Cage didn’t slow down per se, his body eased. As the bike tore through the dark and dusty roads, I relaxed more into the rhythms of the bike’s movements, found myself leaning when he leaned and rubbing my cheek along his leather jacket.
    I was never more aware of the throb between my legs as I was now. It was a throb I couldn’t ignore for much longer, an ache that got more intense the farther the bike seemed to climb in altitude. My sex rubbed against the metal and leather, looking for some kind of relief. I swore I had a mini orgasm at one point, and I was sleepy and turned on and wired all at once, and I swore if Cage pulled over and wanted to take me in the dirt, I’d be helpless to say no.
    When he did pull over, he reached a hand back to hold me steady as I got off the bike. My legs were nearly jelly, and he didn’t let go, even as he swung his own leg over. His arm caught around my lower back, keeping me upright and propelling me toward the cabin. He’d parked alongside it, in a lean-to with a canvas cover he pulled down before we walked onto the porch.
    â€œThese are seriously creepy woods,” I murmured. “Serial-killer woods.”
    He snorted but didn’t argue. The door was open but the low hum of a set alarm comfortedme. He hit some buttons, keeping me in front of him, then closed the door and reset the alarm.
    Then he flipped on the lights.
    Okay, so we were cut off, but there was a bed and running water—I saw a sink—and, hopefully, heat?
    When I glanced up at him, I realized I had all the heat I could need. There was a connection, an intense, inexplicable one strung taut between us, that yanked us closer until the electricity crackled.
    I didn’t know what to do or say. All I could think of was, “Thank you.”
    â€œYou don’t have to thank me. You’re going to be with me. You’re mine, whether you’re ready to admit it or not.”
    I wasn’t. Instead, I focused on his hands going under my jacket and my shirt, caressing my bare skin. His hands were large, rough and extremely capable, like the rest of him. That thought went straight to my sex. I was already wet for him, and his tongue touched the corner of his mouth for a brief second, lingered there long enough so I could picture it licking me. Spreading my legs and taking me with his tongue, tugging my clit in his teeth . . . making me scream.
    God damn, get a grip, girl.
“We talked about this,
Cage
.”
    â€œYou’re flushed,
Calla.
”
    â€œWarm in here,” I lied as coolly as I could.
    He hadn’t let me go, though, and what had started back at Tenn’s was about to culminate, a freight train without breaks. There was no stopping it.
    His mouth came down on mine, a brutal, heart-stopping kiss. I moaned into his mouth and I swore he smiled against mine before capturing my body against his. His grip was insistent and there was no missing how hard he was. My arms wound around his shoulders, a hand cupped the back of his neck, and I surrendered, just like that.
    I sucked on his tongue the way I’d wanted to suck him earlier, and when I pulled back, I caught his bottom lip in my teeth for a