Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
I like her take on the name.
“Unfortunately, the story isn’t as nice as that.”
“No?”
“According to legend, the name comes from a curse. They say when the leader of a local village discovered his only daughter, a striking beauty called Aiyana, was sneaking around with a warrior from a rival village, he was going to kill this young warrior, but his daughter pleaded for her father to let him prove his worth. Her father agreed and said to the warrior boy that if he set off into the wilderness and survived three moons in the mountains and snow, then he would step aside and allow their union.”
As I speak, Rory watches me with big eyes.
“So the warrior boy confidently did as he was asked because he knew the mountains and the valleys, and he knew how to survive the harsh weather. But what no one knew was that Aiyana’s father had also sent his most trusted warrior to follow the boy and kill him, telling him not to return until his blood stained the snow. Three days later, he came back and silently nodded that it was done. For months, Aiyana waited for her love to come back, but when he didn’t return, she fell weak and soon enough, it was obvious she was dying.”
Tears well in Rory’s eyes. “Did she find out what happened to her love?”
“In his grief of seeing her on her death bed, her father admitted what he had done and begged for her forgiveness. But Aiyana could not forgive him. Instead, she cursed him and anyone who dared pass this part of the mountain after a certain time of year.”
I turn to find Rory looking up at me with sad eyes.
“Now it is said that if you come past this point at a certain time of year, the likelihood of you coming back again is slim to none, not because the wind and the snow and the bone-biting cold were sure to get you, but Aiyana’s curse. Since then, the pass has claimed many lives, and so it was named Deadman’s Pass.”
Rory looks sad.
I reach for her face, cupping it in my hand, and it reminds me of how tiny she is in comparison to me. “It’s just a legend. It probably never happened.”
“Legends usually start with something.”
The tale seems to have struck a nerve with her which intrigues me because there is so much I don’t know about her. So much that I want to know about her.
“I didn’t take you for a romantic at heart,” I say, stroking her cheek with my thumb.
“Oh, I am. I’ve just never been in love.”
I lean down and brush my lips against hers. “Never?”
“Never.”
My tongue sweeps into her mouth, and she whimpers, sending a bolt of lust right to my cock.
“Does that mean you’re opposed to it?” I ask against her lips.
“It means… I’ve never met anyone worth the sacrifice.”
“It doesn’t need to be a sacrifice.”
“In my experience, there is always someone who has to give up something. But then, I suppose it will be worth it for the right person.”
I meet her eyes. “I think so too.”
Her smile is gentle. Her eyes are shining.
“This is a special place,” she whispers, turning to stare out at the view. Her words make me happy. As if she can really feel it, she entwines our fingers and looks back at me. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
I squeeze her fingers. Suddenly, I feel the urge to show her everything that means something to me, and the idea of sharing more of my life with her gets me excited.
“Will you bring me back here again?” she asks.
“Anytime, baby. Just tell me when, and I’ll make it happen.”
“Thank you.” She wraps her arms around my waist and then whispers as an afterthought, “You’re so good to me.”
“Given the chance, I’ll give you whatever you want, little one.”
She rises on her tiptoes, and her words tickle the shell of my ear. “Good, because right now I want you to fuck me up against your bike.”
Her words go straight to my cock and get me so damn hard, I’m about to bust open my zipper.
“Your every wish is my command.”
I take her against my bike, sinking deep into her with a growl. And when she comes on my cock and sags against my Harley, I join her.
I drop my head back and let my orgasm crash through me, and my growl of pleasure echoes across the valley as I pump and pump until I’m empty and we’re both shaking. But when I’ve finished coming, I remain inside her. I’m not done yet. I want this moment to last because chances are I’ll never see another moment like it in this lifetime. Not like this. Not as perfect as now. The view. The golden light. The sight of my girl bent over my bike. Her luscious pussy milking me and keeping me hard.