The ride was intense, wind whipping through my hair as we tore down desert highways and back roads. Kayde rode with absolute confidence, his body calm and powerful between my thighs.
Every time we leaned into a turn, I held onto him tighter, feeling the hard muscle of his abs beneath my hands. At one point, during a straight stretch, he dropped one hand to squeeze my thigh possessively, as if reminding me and everyone watching exactly who I belonged to.
We rode for nearly two hours before the group pulled into a large, private gathering spot deep in Devil's Wraith territory. Tents were already set up, grills were smoking, and music thumped from large speakers. The atmosphere was rowdy, masculine, and charged with energy.
Kayde parked his bike at the front and helped me off. He immediat
