36.5

In less than 10 minutes, we’ve left our house behind, with Brooke’s arms wrapped around my waist and her body pressed against mine. Leaving the city and reaching CA-1 takes just over half an hour, but soon we’re on one of the most beautiful highways I’ve ever seen. Our destination is still far off, but the journey itself is something to be enjoyed, with the ocean on one side for most of the time. The scenery changes; one moment we’re at sea level, and the next, we’re driving along cliffs with breathtaking views.

Big Sur is my favorite place in the world. I lift the helmet’s visor to let the salty air hit me, and I feel Brooke relax against my back as she does the same. I know she has a similar connection with the sea; it’s one of the reasons I brought her here. But today, I have plans that don’t involve surfing.

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve brought my Harley down this road; it’s always been a form of therapy, and I want to share one of the little secrets I’ve found on these trips with my best friend.

The entrance to the beach is almost invisible to those who don’t know it’s there. People who know about it have to walk to the hidden piece of paradise between two cliffs, but one of the perks of having a motorcycle is that I can ride down there.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Brooke shouts.

“Trust me?”

“Always,” she replies, tightening her arms around me as we navigate the dirt path.

When I park at the secluded, isolated beach, she lets out a happy squeal and hurriedly removes her shoes, sinking her toes into the sand.

“Where? How?”

“I don’t know the name,” I shrug, walking up to her and removing her helmet. “But I found it by accident. I was driving one day and saw two guys going into the woods with a cooler. When I got closer, I noticed there was a path, so I followed it.”

“It’s amazing,” she exclaims, turning to face the ocean.

I wrap my arms around her waist and rest my head on hers. We sit in companionable silence, the sound of the waves breaking creating a calming melody around us. Brooke sighs deeply and snuggles closer to me.

“What’s wrong, Sunshine?”

“Nothing.”

“Brooke.”

“I can’t forget what happened. First the tires, but that was weeks ago. Why are they being more present now? What do they want? And why send me things? They know the Godiva Gold collection is my favorite. It’s not just any chocolate, Ky! It’s not cheap; it’s the kind of thing you send to someone you care about. It doesn’t make any sense.”

“I don’t understand their goal either, but you don’t need to worry. You’re safe, and most importantly, you’re not alone.” I hold her face in my hands, gently caressing her cheeks before claiming her lips.

The kiss starts off gentle and tender, our tongues engaging in a sensual dance, but as always, desire quickly takes over. Brooke bites my lower lip, pulling it into her mouth, her hands moving down my back to grip my ass.

One of my hands moves to her neck, holding it and tilting her head for better access. The other hand slides down to squeeze her breast over the thick sweatshirt, which frustrates me.

“Let me make you forget, Sunshine,” I whisper against her lips, my fingers slipping beneath her clothes to circle her nipple, eliciting a soft moan from her.

A lustful smile spreads across her face.

“Are you finally going to fulfill that promise from the other day?” she asks, kissing my jaw and biting my chin, her hands exploring my abs.

“What day?”

“When you said fucking me against your Harley would be tempting.”

“Oh, have you been thinking about that, Brooke?” I ask, pinching her nipple and making her gasp.

“Every time I see it parked in our garage.”

Our garage. Does she have any idea what she does to me every time she refers to our home as hers?

“You know you only have to ask, Sunshine. I thought we’d established that.”

Her hand clenches into a fist around my shirt, her eyes darkened with desire locking onto mine as she says:

“Fuck me until I forget my own name,” she commands, and damn! Her words are a direct command to my cock, which is more than ready to worship her.

“The only name you’ll remember is mine, from how much you’ll scream it.” My fingers unbutton her shorts and unzip them just enough to slide my hand inside her panties and feel her sex. I find her clit and rub my palm against it. Brooke grabs my shoulder and grinds against my hand, and I penetrate her with two fingers as she rides them while I guide us back to the bike.

She gets wetter and wetter, coating my fingers as they slide in and out of her delicious pussy. Her moans grow louder, and she presses her lips to mine for another hungry kiss as she pulls me closer, trying to erase the space between us. Brooke moves one hand to my cock, stroking it over my pants twice before working to open them. Once she succeeds, my pants fall to my ankles, and she wraps her hand around my erection, stroking it in rhythm with the way I’m fingering her.

I feel her walls clench around my fingers as she orgasms, biting her lips to stifle her moans.

“I thought I made it clear I want to hear you scream, Sunshine,” I say, biting her earlobe. She protests when I pull my fingers out of her. “Now, put your hands on the seat and stick that beautiful ass up.”

She does as I ask, removing her shorts and panties in the process, presenting me with the sight of her round, firm ass pressed against my motorcycle. I take a condom from my wallet and position myself behind her.

I tease her entrance with my cock, just putting the tip in, feeling her pussy engulf me, and my eyes roll with pleasure. I grip her waist with both hands and bury myself in her, my groan of pleasure mixing with her moan.

I start thrusting deep and hard, pulling out almost entirely to slam back into her. Brooke gyrates in rhythm with my thrusts, the wet sound of our bodies colliding blending with the distant noise of the waves.

I smack Brooke's ass, making her gasp and moan even louder. I slide a hand down her spine, reaching her neck, wrapping her hair around my fist, and quicken my pace.

Her sex pulses around my cock, making me see stars.

“Damn, you’re so hot,” I groan, giving her another slap, watching her skin turn red as I continue to enter and exit her.

“Faster, Kyle,” she requests, turning her face to me, her cheeks flushed and a layer of sweat on her temples.

I hold her waist with one hand, still keeping her hair in the other, pulling it lightly and making her back arch, and increase the pace as she asked.

“That's it, just like that...” she moans, her breathing quickening as she crushes my cock more and more, her climax approaching. I alter the rhythm just a bit, enough to keep her from crossing the edge.

“No,” she protests. “Kyle, please…” she begs.

I release her hair, holding her hips with both hands and returning to the previous rhythm, burying myself as deep as possible, her moans turning into screams. A few thrusts later, she’s already writhing again.

I don't stop when the first waves of her orgasm start, but I bend over her, seeking her clit while continuing with short thrusts, feeling my own orgasm approaching.

“Kyle!” she screams my name as she crushes me once more, and that single word is my undoing, pushing me to the limit and beyond.

“I’ll never be able to come here again without remembering today,” I joke, pulling away and disposing of the condom in the only trash can around.

Brooke is already buttoning her shorts when I return, and she hugs me with a mischievous smile.

“We can always come back,” she says, standing on her toes and pressing her lips to mine.

I know I brought her here to calm her down, but why does it feel like she’s the one who did that? With Brooke in my arms, in this little piece of paradise, it seems like none of the world's problems can reach us.