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his forearms. Damn she was a sucker for muscled, heavily veined forearms on a man. Nicole let her eyes wander over his body and couldn’t help but squirm a little on her stool. She still had another half hour before he got off and she intended to get them both off soon after.
    Squirming again, Nicole leaned forward and brushed her aching nipples against the edge of the bar. Closing her eyes, she barely contained her moan. When she opened them again, it was to find Tag staring right at her breasts. Giving him an impish smile she shrugged.
    Tag finished his order and then came around the bar to stand beside her. Leaning down, he tweaked her nipple as he took her mouth in a possessive kiss. “You’re about to make me come in my jeans. Be good for another,” Tag looked up at the bar clock, “fifteen minutes and you’ll definitely get rewarded.”
    Deciding to torture him just a little more, Nicole looked into his eyes. “But I’m so wet. I need your big cock in me now. I need your lips wrapped around my nipple while I ride you.”
    Reaching behind her, Tag gave Nicole’s butt a healthy swat. “Behave. If you make me come now, they’ll be none for you on the ride home.” He ruined his stern face with a slight lift to one corner of his mouth. The result was a sexier than sin grin. Nicole knew in that second she was falling hard for Tag.
    Nodding, she crossed her arms in a mock pout. “Fine.”

     
    After he’d taken care of his work duties, Tag quickly excused himself and headed toward the men’s room. Nicole jumped off the stool and got her purse Tag had thoughtfully put behind the bar for her. Adjusting her skimpy halter top for maximum exposure, she smiled to herself and waited by the door.
    Tag reappeared and called his goodnight to Bobby Jim. Nicole could feel her heart pounding as ‘sex on a stick’ came walking toward her. He continued walking until she was pressed against the door. “You ready for that ride now?”
    “I reckon,” she answered just before his lips closed over hers.
    Breaking the kiss, Tag looked down at her. “Let’s get outta here before I get fired for fucking you against the door.”
    Nicole happily opened the door. As they walked toward Tag’s Harley in the back of the parking lot, Tag pushed his hand under her skirt to squeeze her naked ass.
    He helped her climb on the bike and swiped her wet channel with his fingers before getting on in front of her. Before he started the engine he turned to look at her over his shoulder. “Feel like a little ride out in the country? I’ve got a little cabin that’s attached to some land. It’s real pretty in the moonlight.”
    “Take me anywhere you want.” She gave a slight yelp as he reached behind his back and ran his finger up her slit once more.
    “Pull my shirt out and up. I want to feel that pretty pussy vibrate against my back as I drive.” Tag started the loud motorcycle as she pulled his tight T-shirt out of his low-rise jeans.
    As she scooted closer, she was sad to find her pussy didn’t reach up to his skin. When he took off, however and she felt the denim against her erect clit she smiled. Yeah this will work.
    As soon as Tag left town, he took one hand off the handlebars and unfastened his jeans. Nicole quickly took over for him as she slid the zipper carefully down releasing his hard cock. Running her hand up his thick erection, Nicole buried her face in his back and giggled. Tag must’ve gone to the bathroom back at the bar to put a condom on. She’d never heard of such a thing, but then again, she’d never known anyone like Tag. Lifting her head, to yell above the engine roar she asked, “How much further?”
    His answer was to reach back and pull her even tighter against him. After about ten minutes, Tag pulled the bike down a seldom used dirt path. Nicole looked around trying to figure out where she was. She’d grown up here, so why didn’t this road look familiar?
    Through a clump of trees, she spotted a small