For Her Honor by Elayne Disano

her parted legs. He winced, using his gloved hand to force his cock down inside his jeans. The ride would be short, but uncomfortable. He went to tell her to put her arms around him, when she did. Instinct must’ve told her that, or the fear of winding up road décor. “Not too fast.”
    “Nope. Only down the street.” Feeling she was secure enough, he turned around and rolled down the other end of the street. He meant what he’d said, that it was close. He could already hear the rushing water as he pulled into the dirt lot surrounded by a metal railing overlooking the falls. He felt her slide off as soon as he killed the engine, and he took the helmet she handed him. As if she gravitated to it, she walked right over to the railing, looking as if she’d never seen water before. Instead of joining her, he sat on his bike and just watched. She looked enthralled. She looked relaxed.
    She looked damn, fucking beautiful.
    The sun was high and shining bright, bouncing off her red highlights and - holy fucking shit – through her dress. He made everything out – from the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, the roundness of her ass right down to a pair of shapely thighs and an enticing space between. He had no idea why she affected him so much. He had his share of ass, tits and legs whenever he wanted and from women who knew not to expect anything more. He wasn’t that old, enjoyed his freedom and the ability to be – as Vic called it – on standby for his club. Vic grew up two children. Tanner had a long time old lady and a kid, and Big Ben was still in his honeymoon phase. All club members willing to do whatever needed to be done for it and always put it first. They made their two worlds work. So why did Taz think he was different? Why couldn’t he make it work with a civilian the way Ben did?
    Why was he even considering th is at all?
    Miss Karen Hanson had his shit going in different directions. Was he allowing his natural curiosity to make him fall into a trap? This chick still had baggage attached to her, which he had yet to pry open. He wouldn’t make a decision about anyone – a woman especially – unless he knew what kind of past she was carrying. She’d asked him to respect her privacy and not ask questions and he wouldn’t – for now.
    And right now, he contented himself with watching her. “Was I right?”
    She turned around, spreading her arms across the railin g behind her. “Yeah. This is,” she paused to look around at the slated rocks glistening under the falls, “nice. Real nice. I think I could walk here every night.”
    Even though the neighborhood was safe and full of kids, th e thought of her walking here – alone and at dusk - bothered him. He felt suddenly…..protective of her. Maybe that was what really bothered him. Damn her, with those little tits sticking out in that position she was in. He swung off his bike, angry and frustrated for what he was thinking. Tearing his sunglasses off, he shoved them inside his cut then trudged over to her. Taking her by surprise, he cupped her face and kissed her. Hard. Urgent. His tongue wasting no time thrusting between her parted lips and finding her own, hearing her gasp when she felt the stud. If she wanted to stop, then he’d wait for her to pull away and place a cold, hard slap across his face.
    But she didn’t. Those hands clutched his arms the way they did that morning. It only intensified the pressure of his lips on hers. She tasted real good - feminine and sensual. His knee parted her legs, and he felt her slowly move against it. That was it. He tore his mouth away. “Fuck, sweetheart. What’re you doin’?”
    She hid her face against his chest and shook her head. “I don’t know. I’m sorry. I …..I didn’t mean to…”
    “Yeah, you did, Karen. I felt it. I smelled it. You reek of it. Fuck it, just tell me what you want.”
    Again, she shook her head. “I can’t. I can’t have this. It isn’t right.”
    “Fuck