Chapter 2

TRAX

Sophie had turned away from me after her apology and was staring out the rain-swept window. My eyes stayed glued to her. I wasn't mad at her. Not even close, even though I think she thought I was. I know I answered her like a dick about having someone on the back of my bike. I shouldn't have been like that, but I'm no weekend rider.

My bike is my life and bikers don't just let any piece of ass ride behind them.

Then why was I imagining her riding behind me with those tits of hers pressed up against my leather-clad back while her arms are tightly wrapped around me? Why? I knew her all of ten, maybe fifteen minutes max. What about her was different from every other woman I had ever met? Not once had I pictured anyone riding behind me except her, right now.

Maybe she was right about the heat. Not only did it have me thinking about shit I never considered before, but it also had me wanting to see what she looked like naked. Like right now naked and that had my dick rock hard. I was certainly interested in her. Hell, I was the second I saw her sitting on the tailgate of her SUV, but was she feeling the same way toward me?

I'm used to easy women where a simple lift of my chin or a crook of my finger had one in my lap. I was used to getting sex with women who openly offered me themselves. That's what the Hellions were there for. I could be blunt with them on what I wanted. I didn't have to ask them or even a bang bunny if they wanted to fuck because that's what they were there for. They got off fucking bikers and when they were done, the women knew where the door was.

That wasn't Sophie. And I didn't want to treat her that way either.

This was all new territory for me. It had been too many years since I had been in a position like this. It made me feel like an awkward teenager again. And I fucking hated those years.

While I was still figuring what to do and Sophie kept trying staring out the fogged up window, I was looking at her tits. Some guys like them a handful. Some guys wanted them fucking huge. I like mine in between and hers were. They would overflow my hand if she ever let me grab one.

And just thinking about them had me even more uncomfortable as my dick got even harder. I moved the hand that was nonchalantly trying to hide the big bulge in my jeans. If she figured out on her own what I was offering, then it was up to her to say yes or no. Blatantly propositioning her may end up with me out in my ass in the middle of this rain and that was the last thing I wanted.

I was hoping for a different option. One that ended up with both of us naked.

Sophie finally turned and looked back at me. I saw her realize that something had changed. My eyes looked her up and down before settling on those magnificent tits of hers again for a few very long seconds. When our eyes finally locked, she saw the offer in them. I put the ball in her court now on what happened next. It was totally up to her. All she had to do was to meet me halfway and it instantly would be a hell of a lot hotter in this car.

The choice was hers.

I watched a small sexy smile come across her lips. She turned toward me leaning slightly in my direction and I met her the rest of the way. My fingers threaded themselves into her hair as I grabbed her gently behind the neck. She had a hand resting on my chest that when I softly pulled her toward me, she ended up clutching my shirt in her fingers like she didn't want to let go. I could tell that neither of us had any immediate plans to stop.

To say I was shocked she wanted this was an understatement. I never thought she'd go for it. I wasn't anything special at all but she was a knockout. Except, there was no way I was saying no since it looked like she was game for some crazy ass hot fucking.

I typically wasn't a soft gentle type of guy. When I kissed her, she knew it wasn't going to just end up with a long make-out session. I wanted it all and she certainly wasn't saying no.

When my tongue sought hers, she opened to me instantly. I didn't remember kissing a woman like her in a very long time. My hook-ups were all about me getting off. They involved blowjobs and fucking, lots of fucking, but very little if any kissing.

I loved kissing Sophie.

I loved her taste, her passion, and her letting me be in charge.

Those weren't the only reasons. There was something different in this kiss. Much different from all of the other women I had ever kissed and that was a fucking lot. The second our lips touched I felt a connection to her. Something I had never felt with anyone before.

It was different.

It was good. Really fucking good.

But what did it mean?

This wasn't the time to get messed up in my head about her. Right now my dick was winning the battle on what to do next. My head lost out.

Thank the fuck.

My left hand stayed entangled in her hair holding her to me while the other hand that had been resting on her thigh found its way up to her tit giving it a good squeeze. It overflowed in my hand exactly as I thought it would. Soft, yet firm and more than my big hand could hold.

Perfect.

I needed to see it up close and personal. There was no way around that. I rubbed my thumb several times over her hard nipple hearing her moan lightly into my mouth.

Sophie pulled out of the kiss first, but I didn't remove my hand from touching her. I locked my eyes onto her sexy brown ones as I keep teasing her nipple.

"You okay with this or you want me to stop?" I asked softly.

She reached for the hem of her shirt and lifted it off over her head. It ended up somewhere behind her. "Oh, I'm very good with this."

"You know how this is gonna end up," I tell her.

This time she lost the bra. "How, Daryl? Tell me."

I know I growled under my breath. I couldn't help it as I stared at the most perfect set of breasts I had ever seen. I reached up to roll her my nipple between my calloused fingers before giving it a good tug before responding, "In the backseat with my dick in your hot little pussy."

"Then what are we waiting for?"

This could have been a woman just looking to bang a bad boy biker, but it wasn't. How did I know? I've fucked dozens of them over the years probably hundreds. I'm not any big deal with the women at the clubhouse. I know of guys that do several women a night, but that ain't me. Fucking a couple of times a week and I'm good. I use the Hellions for what they freely offer and I got no problem scratching the itch of a girl who's hanging around the club on a weekend looking for a little biker fun so she can tell her friends she banged one.

This isn't what Sophie's doing. She legitimately wants to fuck me. Trax…also known in the real world as Daryl Dixon has a woman that wants him. And I am so fucking ready to give it to her.

I reached back pulling my shirt off over my head. "Those pants need to go. Then get into the backseat. We got more room back there," I told her.

She didn't question me. Didn't say no. I watched her strip down so she was completely naked in the front seat of her car. Holy hell, she took my breath away.

I had to get myself in that backseat so I could feel myself inside of her. While I'm not a real huge guy, I'm still decent sized and it took a bit to wiggle myself into the back. Sliding me between the two seats looked easier than it was. But I fucking did it.

"You forget to take something off?" she says with a smirk.

"Nope."

She watched me as I unbuckled my belt before I popped open the button on my 501's. I slid the zipper down slowly to keep my rock hard dick away from the danger of that damned zipper. My eyes watched hers as I pushed everything down to my ankles in one shot.

I felt a smile tug the corner of my mouth up, as her eyes got real big. They weren't the only thing big in the car. My dick was standing tall and proud. It was one of the reasons I never had a hard time finding anyone to fuck. I had a really big cock.

"You going to bring you're your naked ass back here? I can't fuck you with me back here and you up there."

Now it was her turn to crawl into the backseat. I watched her tits swing in front of me as she maneuvered her way into the back seat with me. "Nice rack," I grinned as I reached out to tweak a nipple.

There was only one place for Sophie to go and that was onto my lap, so that's where she ended. I could feel the heat of her wet pussy as she sat along the length of my dick. It wouldn't take much more than a quick hip thrust to have slid right inside.

Damn, I was fucking glad I stopped to help her out.

Sophie

I can't believe I am doing this. Boring, sexually repressed Sophie is naked in the back seat with a guy I met not even a half-hour ago and am about to have sex with him. Like seconds away since my bare cookie is sitting on his extremely large and equally bare dick. The second he kissed me every rational thought I ever had in my head…vanished.

Poof! Gone.

I'm thinking about things that I not only want him to do to me but desperately need him to do. Me! Sophie Garrett who never slept with anyone on the first date or even the second date…was naked with this stranger in my backseat.

What was happening to me? In Kansas, I was boring or so I was told by my now ex, Sean, but here I am in Georgia and the first guy I meet after crossing the border maybe an hour ago, I want to fuck…in broad daylight…in my car.

What the hell happened to me?

It had to be the heat getting to me. I had no other explanation. Maybe that's why my body was aching so much and sending me fiery sensations that I know only one person can put out. And that would be by this biker guy…by Daryl.

None of this made any sense.

Not even that kiss. I've kissed guys before. I've had sober kisses and drunk kisses. I've had kisses where I thought to I was in love and ones where I wondered what the hell I was doing. But not one kiss made me feel the way his did.

I never wanted it to stop. I needed him and his touch more than I needed anything in my life before. This wasn't just crazy lust. This was more. I couldn't figure out what was going on between us but something was.

When I watched him unzip his jeans, I saw a huge bulge waiting for me in his dark underwear. This was getting better and better as he looked pretty damn big. Sean never came close to looking that big when he was hard. None of the guys I had ever slept with did.

I didn't realize I was holding my breath as I waited for him to get rid of the pants. His eyes didn't leave mine as he pushed everything down to his ankles.

Holy Mother of God! He was big. Like really big. Like the biggest, I had ever seen. For a brief second, I wondered if it was going to actually fit in me. Well, there was only one way to find out.

"You going to bring you're your naked ass back here? I can't fuck you with me back here and you up there."

His words were coarse. There wasn't a romantic thing about what I was about to do, so why did he make me hotter than any other guy ever had? And it wasn't because it was so damn stifling in the car either.

Now it was my turn to crawl into the backseat. My boobs were swinging in front of me and my ass was sticking up in the air as I maneuvered my way between the two front bucket seats. "Nice rack," he smirked as he reached out to tweak a nipple.

What do you say to a guy when he says that to you? "Thank you. I enjoy my 36D girls too?" I was acting like a wanton hussy and you know what…I was enjoying every single second of it.

I got myself in the back with Daryl and there was only one place to go and that was onto his lap, so that's where I sat. I could feel his hard cock right up against my wet entrance. It wouldn't take much to have him slide right inside. The anticipation was driving me wild.

He put his hands on my naked ass and pulled me tight to him. Once again, he kissed me fusing his lips to mine in a kiss that was so hot that if I was standing up, I would have crumbled to the ground.

But I wasn't.

I was sitting on his lap with his deliciously hard cock ready to be inside of me. I had never felt this turned in my life.

After our tongues finished dueling, he took my bottom lip between his teeth with a slight tug. Then he pushed me back so my back arched making my bare breasts front and center.

"Been wondering what these tasted like since the second I got off my bike."

He wanted me since then? Holy shit! Here I was thinking maybe I was a convenience to him…guess not. We were stuck in the car and what else do you do with a stranger? Isn't everyone's first thought is to have wild monkey sex?

"No need to wait any longer." Again, who was controlling my mouth? I never said anything close to this, but I was kind of liking this new me.

The look in his eyes was pure desire. Damn, he wanted me as bad as I wanted him. Just when I didn't think I could get turned on more, he did it with just a look.

Then his mouth was on my breast. He was sucking on me like a newborn babe before he used his tongue to make circles around my very hard nipple. When I felt him tug on it with his teeth, I groaned out loud He bit me. He tugged on it causing me pain that was the most exquisite thing I had ever felt.

Daryl wasn't gentle, but he wasn't out of control rough either. This was what my body needed all these years. Why hadn't I known that?

When he let my nipple pop from his mouth, I opened my eyes and looked at him in disappointment. I wanted more, and he knew it.

"I could suck on those for days, but I ain't gonna wait no more to fuck you. Lift up so I can get my dick in you."

Those crude words were music to my ears. It was time. It was finally time for that really big dick of his was going fit in my very wet pussy. It was happening. Thank God it was happening right now.

I gave him what I hoped was a sexy little smile as I lifted my hips. "Higher," he softly growled. So higher I went. I could feel him rubbing the head of his dick against my wet folds. The tip pushed at my entrance as I tried to relax. I closed my eyes knowing this would be the best sex of my life. I just knew it would be.

But I didn't expect him to say, "Fuck!" and pull out.

"What?"

"We almost fucked without a rubber. I always use one and you got me so turned around that I was about to go bareback. Gotta grab one from my pants."

Holy hell, he was right. I didn't even give it a millisecond of thought that I was willingly having sex with a stranger without protection. Was I crazy? I'm on the birth control pill, but what about all the diseases out there? My sex life history was relatively small, but what about his? All I knew about Daryl was his first name. That's it. And that wasn't enough to let him fuck me without protection.

Thank God, he remembered.

"You always carry condoms with you?" I asked as he pulled one out of his pants pocket that lay around his ankles. I tried to keep a smile on my face to keep everything light.

"Better to be safe."

His answer was simple and to the point. It made me laugh. "Good thinking. You never know when you'll meet a stranded motorist on the side of the road in need of a good fuck."

That got a small smile out of him. "Never met one like you before."

It was nice to know that he didn't fuck everyone he helped out. I enjoyed being special.

I had to rise up a little bit for Daryl to be able to roll the condom on. Then I moved closer to him so he could use my juices to wet his now properly covered cock. "Sink down on me." His voice was more of a demand than anything else. I was back to being crazy for him.

I didn't want it slow. Oh hell, no. I wanted to feel him fill me up. I wanted to have it hurt. Damn, I was absolutely losing my mind over him.

I felt him enter me and as I pushed down on him I knew I was being stretched to the max. The last few inches I simply dropped taking him in all at once. Daryl moaned deeply as I cried out.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, just needed a second to get used to that monster you have."

That caused him to chuckle but Daryl knew he was blessed with a big boy.

Those initial few seconds of pain were quickly gone. I started to move my body up and down on his shaft, finding a rhythm that worked for us both. The song "Hurt So Good" ran through my head and I had to force myself not to laugh.

Daryl was deeper in me than any other man ever was before. I could feel him hitting my cervix every time I dropped down on him. It was an odd sensation that rippled through me. It was slightly uncomfortable, but there was no way I wanted us to stop because it felt good…really good at the same time.

Technically, there was nothing about this that I should've been enjoying. We were crowded into the backseat of my smaller SUV. It was nine hundred degrees in here, so we were both covered in sweat. I was being impaled by the largest dick I had ever come across as I bounced on a stranger's lap. What about any of this made any sense?

Except, I wouldn't have changed a thing if I could. Okay, maybe if it was a bit cooler, like twenty or thirty degrees, but that was it.

"You are so fuckin' tight," he groaned.

"I can't believe I'm doing this. God, you feel so good," I admitted. He felt a million times better than good. I could feel my body reacting to him in a way that it rarely had done before. Having sex rarely got me off. I tended to need some extra stimulation, but I could feel that bundle of electricity building up in me.

Daryl started matching my bouncing up and down on him with hip thrusts of his own. The windows were all steamed up as the rain still pounded down on the roof of the SUV. He was grunting as he held onto my ass. My hands were on his sweaty shoulders as I rode him like a bucking bronco.

"Thank the fuck you like it rough," he grunted as he thrust up into me over and over again. I don't answer him. It's impossible to. I'm too turned on by not only his raspy voice but everything he's doing to me to even try.

I was moaning nonstop. I simply couldn't help it. Daryl was grunting with every snap of his hips. The ball of excitement that I had been starting to feel quickly began to grow. Then it became uncontrollable as my body burst into the intense orgasm that had been building up. There was no way I could have held it back nor did I want to.

I was shaking on top of Daryl when I faintly realized his grunting got louder before he yelled out a loud, long, "Fuck!" as he came inside of me.

There was nothing to do but collapse on top of him in a limp, wet mess. Finally, I mumbled, "That was so messed up."

"You got a problem with what we just did?" he asked, sounding pissed off.

Oh shit. I didn't mean messed up bad but messed up crazy awesome. "No. I'm sorry that didn't come out right. This isn't normally what I do. Having sex with a guy I just met in the backseat of my car is not me. But I wouldn't change what we just did for anything. This afternoon has been messed up good. Like awesome messed up. It's what I wanted and what I needed." Then I added, "I'm so glad you stopped to help me."

"I'm fuckin' happy you weren't some old asshole with a beer gut. That would've sucked."

He said that with a straight face. I burst out laughing first, and then he joined in. I got the feeling that he didn't laugh often. I barely knew Daryl, okay well yeah there were some areas of him that I knew more intimately than others, but the man himself was still a mystery.

"You want me to get off your lap?" I asked. I really didn't want to. The rain was letting up, but I wasn't ready to lose him yet.

"I'm okay if you are."

Oh, I was so okay. Sitting on him, even as hot and sweaty as we were, was something I wasn't ready to give up yet. Not to mention that even though he was now soft, he hadn't slipped out of me much. "I'm good," I said with a smile.

Except, now we really should be talking and I had no idea what to say. This wasn't a date. I doubted I would ever see him again, so what does one talk about in a situation like this. It was a first for me.

That's when I noticed the scars on his chest that I had somehow missed. Long and short slashes like maybe he had been lashed or whipped. They were too wide to have come from a knife. I was unsure if I should ask about them. So instead I ran my fingers along their hard ridges tracing each one. I didn't look at him while I did this. Then I placed a few slow kisses along them until I made my way up to his chest to his strong neck and finally to his waiting lips.

Who needed talking when we could kiss?

Kissing eventually led to round two in the backseat. This time Daryl had me on my hands and knees and took me from behind. Hands down, this was the best sex of my life.

And I never wanted it to end.

But it did. It had to.

The rain stopped. We stopped fucking. And after us struggling to get into our clothes with sweaty bodies, Daryl changed out my tire.

I never expected anything like this to ever happen to me. I doubted it would ever again. There was something about the two of us that clicked, but he wasn't asking for my phone number or even where I was going. Unfortunately, I would have to chalk this up to a crazy once in a lifetime experience.

I followed Daryl back to his bike. He took a towel out of one of his saddlebags and dried everything off the best he could. He stowed that and pulled his leather vest out from the same leather bag and slipped it on. It hadn't even occurred to me that he didn't have it on in the car. I wonder why he took it off?

Daryl straddled the bike and looked over at me. "Glad I stopped to help."

That caused me to laugh. "Yeah, me too. Thank you for fixing my tire and the multiple orgasms. Are all you Georgia boys this welcoming?"

He chuckled before pulling me against him. "That was my own special welcome for you. Stay outta trouble while you're here and stop fuckin' unknown bikers. Except me. I'd definitely do you again, and that's not something I normally do." Then he kissed me long and deep. I was ready to hop on the back of his bike and follow him to the ends of the earth but that wasn't in the cards.

Daryl squeezed my ass before telling me to get in the car and he'd follow me out. Sadly, I did just that. After about a mile of him behind me, he whipped the bike next to me and gave me a wave before speeding off. I watched him until he was out of sight.

I felt a tear drop onto my cheek and I quickly wiped it away. This memory was going to have to last me a long time. And I couldn't wait to tell Chrissy what happened. All I had to do was to get to Angel Valley with this spare tire and my slightly heavy heart.

I'm not sure that Daryl and my lives could have mixed, but I sure would have loved to have given it a try. Georgia was a big state, but nothing was impossible. Maybe I'd see him again sometime. It was something to look forward to.

I now had a whole new appreciation for guys that rode motorcycles.

TRAX

The second Sophie got in her car and took off I regretted it. I wanted to see her again. I never wanted to see my fucks again. Only a handful of times did I do a chick a second time, but I never asked for a phone number nor did I care.

Now I fucking cared, and she was driving away.

It wasn't awkward after the sex either. It was still raining, so we did it again, this time doggy style and I came as hard the second time as I did the first. That was the best sex I ever had. There was something about her that turned me on more than any other woman ever did.

Eventually, the rain stopped, and we laughed as we tried to put our clothes back on. It was impossible to do that in the cramped car so I ended up stepping out into the hot humid air to get everything back on. Good thing nobody was driving by or they would have gotten an eye full. The second time around, I ended up taking completely off my pants so we both ended up naked.

Besides being jammed into her backseat, we were sweaty as hell and that didn't help when trying to pull up heavy jeans. Sophie had me laughing the entire time and laughing ain't anything I usually do.

It didn't take me long to change out her tire. I warned her not to go over 50 while driving on it.

She walked me back to my bike. I said the first thing I thought of, "Glad I stopped to help." I was. It was one hell of an afternoon.

Sophie then thanked me for fixing her tire and the multiple orgasms I gave her. We laughed together about it. She made me relax like no one else ever has. I was actually sad it was ending.

I had no choice but to pull her to me one last time. "Stay outta trouble while you're here," I told her. "And stop fuckin' unknown bikers. Except me. I'd definitely do you again, and that's not something I normally do." That's as romantic as I have even been in my entire forty-plus years.

Then I kissed her long and deep one last time. I followed her back on to the road kicking myself for being suck a chicken shit for not asking her for her number. Hell, she probably is moving to a whole different part of the state than where I live in Angel Valley. Better to cut the string right now then call her and never have her call me back. That's my luck.

After about a mile, I passed her with a wave and literally rode away from the best damn woman I have ever met. It was too late to do anything about it now she was gone.

If I ever saw her again, I was never gonna let her go.