Chapter 2

2.

The moment I realized what Fiona was hinting at, blood rushed straight to my cheeks.

Sure, I dressed provocatively, but I had never gone that far.

Fiona, on the other hand, acted like she had done this a hundred times before. She didn't look nervous in the slightest.

“Look, nobody’s forcing you to do anything. Aren’t we out here just to have some fun? Your husband won't touch you and judges everything you do. You finally made it out here, so why not let loose for once?”

I had to admit, her words struck a chord deep inside me.

Ever since Derek brought up the divorce, we hadn't been intimate in nearly two weeks.

For someone struggling with hypersexuality, that kind of dry spell was pure torture.

Nobody out here knew who I was anyway. What was the harm in indulging in a little secret thrill?

Steeling my nerves, I ducked behind the car and slid my panties off.

Fiona nodded with deep satisfaction and threw an arm around my shoulder. “Now that’s my girl! Let’s roll!”

I swung my leg over the bike seat. The skirt was so short that it immediately rode all the way up to the top of my thighs.

I pushed on the pedals and rode along the dirt trail for a bit.

It was just as Fiona said―a wild kind of therapy. Every bump and stone on the rocky path sent delicious tremors straight through my core.

I couldn't help but squeeze my thighs tightly together, grinding gently against the narrow saddle.

Biting my lip, I nervously scanned my surroundings, only to lock eyes with a man watching me from behind. It was Johance.

Had he just seen everything I did?

The thought that I was riding Johance’s personal bike made my face burn like fire.

Johance didn't bother hiding his hungry stare. His eyes were glued to the space between my hips and thighs, and he visibly swallowed hard.

Seeing that I had fallen behind, Fiona circled back on her bike. “Hey! What are you waiting for?”

I snapped out of my shameful daze, ducking my head like an ostrich to avoid Johance's intense gaze. “Coming!”

Fiona stopped her bike and stretched her arms. A man pulled up right beside her. Suddenly, Fiona’s eyes lit up with mischief. “Hey, how about we play a little game? I’m tired of pedaling alone, and Sierra’s never tried tandem riding! Let’s race!”

Without missing a beat, Fiona ditched her own bike and climbed onto the man’s frame. Even though there was only a single crossbar, she squeezed herself right in front of him.

She leaned all the way forward over the handlebars, looking insanely seductive.

Fiona waved at me. “Come on! Hop on Johance’s bike! Let’s have a race! Whoever wins...”

“Gets to take Sierra and me skinny-dipping in the lake later on!”

Her scandalous bet instantly fired up both men. Johance’s eyes flared with excitement as he waved me over.

“Hurry, baby! We’re definitely winning this race today!”

My cheeks flushed between red and pale. Under their intense peer pressure, I sat down right on the front bar of Johance's bike, mirroring Fiona’s position.

Johance was right behind me, trapping me within the curve of his muscular arms. His heavy scent―a potent mix of sweat and pure testosterone―completely enveloped my senses.

When I leaned forward over the handlebars and let my chest rest against the frame, Johance’s breathing turned ragged, and his heat flared even hotter.

“Alright, ready, set, go!”

Fiona shouted the countdown, and the man carrying her shot forward like an arrow.

Johance wasn't about to lose. His thick legs pumped the pedals effortlessly.

When we were standing still, it was fine. But the moment he started pedaling with force, I was caught in the middle of his rhythmic drive. Every time he pushed down, his hips surged hard against my lower back.

With every stroke, I felt a scorching heat pressing right against the cut-out section of my bare dress.

I couldn't move away, but staying still was driving me insane. Trapped between his powerful thighs, I was so overwhelmed I wanted to scream for him to stop.

Yet Johance kept hammering the pedals, completely driven by his fierce competitive urge.

I tried to turn around and point out to Johance that Fiona’s bike was already way behind us.

When I glanced over my shoulder, I saw that Fiona and her partner were barely moving. They clearly didn't give a damn about winning the race.

I looked closer, and my jaw nearly dropped―Fiona and the man were actively fooling around right on the moving bike...

My mind went completely blank. Right then, Johance slowed his pace too. He pressed his heavy chest against my bare back, moving rhythmically like he was doing push-ups over my body. He leaned right into my ear and whispered,

“Tell me, gorgeous... do you know the real secret to winning a tandem race?”

A sudden bump in the dirt path slammed my lower back hard into Johance’s lap. The scorching heat radiating from him made my entire body melt. I licked my dry lips, my heart hammering like crazy.

“What... what is it?”

Johance freed one hand from the handlebars, slipped it right into the open slit of my skirt, and began moving with raw intention...

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