She went to him and ran her arms around his ribs, turning her face up to his. “I have an idea how we can pass our time in this beautiful place.”

  Kurt closed his arms around her. “What would that be?”

  “I made a promise to you.”

  “Let’s see… to take care of the dog?”

  Allison bit her lip. “Nuh-huh.”

  “Let me play with the snake?”

  “Guess again.”

  “To get Mimi and Doc high on catnip?”

  “You’re not really trying,” she said.

  “Then, why don’t you tell me?”

  “I’m gonna suck on your big, beautiful cock,” she answered.

  “Whoa!” Kurt laughed. “You don’t mess around.”

  “I certainly don’t.” She grabbed his hand. “Let’s go see if this place has a pool or a hot tub.”

  They went through the hallway toward the back of the house and found themselves in a ginormous kitchen with a butcher-block worktable in the center of the room and copper pots hanging over it from hooks. It had a separate refrigerator and freezer, the latter the size of her shower. Everything gleamed as if it had just been professionally cleaned. They didn’t stop to admire it all but went to the back door, which let out to an herb garden and… yes… a swimming pool in the distance.

  “Bingo,” she said.

  “We don’t have suits.”

  “Why do you think we need clothes?” she said. “Come on.”

  There were plenty of lounge chairs, and she stripped, draping her clothes over one of them. Then, she plunged into the pool and waited for Kurt to join her. The water was heavenly. Maybe the others had set the temperature so they could all go skinny-dipping.

  Kurt undressed slowly, exposing his gorgeous body a little at a time so she could appreciate every inch of him. Klaus Mannhof may have made magnificent bikes, but he surely created even more magnificent men. Whatever had she done to deserve this one? By the time he’d removed his slacks, the outline of his erection appeared pressed against his briefs. He finally got out of those, too, and stood gloriously naked.

  Instead of jumping in, he sat on the edge of the pool and eased himself into the water, hardly making a splash. They went to each other immediately, and he tugged gently on her braid to turn her face up for a kiss.

  The water lapped around them as their mouths performed the delicious dance only Kurt could lead her in. One way or another, she wasn’t going to let him go and miss this for the rest of her life. He used the exact pressure of his lips against hers to set her heart to racing. In a moment, she let out a soft moan of excitement.

  Reaching down to Allison’s buttocks, he pulled her hard against him, pressing his cock into her belly. It was fully erect, thick and hard. He’d been such a generous lover with her -- always taking time to tease her clitoris until she climaxed at least once. Now she could return the favor. Besides, toying with Kurt’s big, bad boy would be fun. Once she got him excited enough, he’d have to fuck her fast and hard. Just imagining how he’d feel moving inside her had her clit throbbing. Oh, yeah, this had been a great idea.

  She pulled away a few inches -- enough to gaze at his face. He was smiling, still in complete control, but that wouldn’t last long. She put her hands on the sides of his face. “Why don’t you sit on the edge of the pool so I can do what I promised?”

  “I can take care of you first,” he said.

  “You always take care of me,” she said. “This is for you.”

  “All right.” Kurt released her and went to the side of the pool. With his hands on the edge, he pushed himself up and around until he sat there with his erection standing erect, just begging for some loving from her mouth.

  Allison went to him, wrapped her fingers around his shaft and licked the head. It tasted of pool chemicals, but she’d have that sucked off in no time. “God, you’re beautiful.”

  “That’s an odd thing to say.”

  “Not at all. You’re a work of art.” He laughed, but the second she took the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked, the laughter ended, replaced by a gasp of shock.

  “You didn’t like that?” she asked. If he didn’t enjoy fellatio, he had to be the only man alive who didn’t.

  “Gott im Himmel,” he said. “I didn’t think it could feel like that.”

  Of course. He’d been a virgin, never having actually experienced sex before he’d joined her in her bed. Klaus appeared to have taught him all about a woman’s sexual response but not about his own. “Didn’t Klaus tell you what to expect?”

  “He did. Or he tried to,” he said.

  “This is what you do for me.” She couldn’t know that for sure, but it only made sense that she’d give the same pleasure she’d received. “Should I continue?”

  “Please.”

  “All right, then.” She put her lips around him again and took as much as she could of his cock into her mouth. He was much too large for her to swallow him all, but she used her fist to stroke the rest of him.

  Now, it was his turn to moan as he became more excited. She continued sucking and stroking him. His arousal fueled her own. Her mind flashed back to the times he’d used the pressure of his tongue against her clitoris to drive her out of her mind with need. He’d made her so fucking hot she might have begged for him to enter her. She was doing the same thing to him now.

  “You should stop,” he said.

  “Why?” His cock had turned a deep crimson from all the blood that had rushed to it. The sign of high arousal. His face was flushed, his eyes half-closed.

  “I’ll lose control.”

  “Not yet. I trust you.” She licked the underside of his shaft, from the base to the tip, and then swirled her tongue around the head. He was an amazing plaything. So responsive and all hers.

  When she took him into her mouth again, he let out a roar not unlike the sound of his engine. “No. Inside you. Now.”

  She backed away to allow him to slide down into the pool with her. He didn’t speak but grasped her and turned her around to face where he’d just sat. Immediately, he spread her legs and took his place between them, the head of his cock pressed against the entrance to her pussy. “Do it, Kurt,” she said.

  With one powerful thrust, he impaled her, burying himself inside her to fill her. She let out a cry, and he stayed where he was, his legs trembling. “Hurt you?” he asked.

  “No. Give me more.”

  Kurt began moving. No easy glide, but deep penetration. Allison held onto the side of the pool to keep herself steady against the onslaught. Amazing. He drove her hard, creating the most delicious friction. Her thinking brain blinked out. If the others had suddenly come back, they’d have to watch Kurt fucking her. Nothing could stop them, just as nothing could prevent the explosion building in both of them.

  Kurt somehow had the presence of mind to run his arm around her and his hand down to her pussy. He fingered her clit as he moved inside her. Exactly the combination to finish her. Her orgasm was only moments away. Maybe seconds. She could only hold on and accept everything he had to give her. “Come, mein Schatz,” he whispered in her ear. “Come for me.”

  “Yes, yes… oh!” She rushed into orgasm, her muscles clenching down on him and then going wild. Her heart felt as if it would burst, and she shouted out the power rushing through her.

  He came, too, his voice joining hers. They stayed that way, together, as their bodies took them to a new reality. She’d been born for this. For him and this perfect moment. It seemed it would go on forever.

  It didn’t, though, of course. Eventually, the storm ended, leaving peace so deep, all her muscles seemed to melt. He was still inside her, but that wouldn’t last. What would last was the knowledge that she loved him as he loved her. They belonged together, and she’d have to find a way to make things right for both of them.

  Chapter Five

  When they arrived at home, a strange motorcycle sat on the sidewalk outside the house, and the front door was open. The bike was strange to Kurt, but Allison seemed to recognize it immediately. “Shit,” she said. “That’s Dutch’s bike.”

  “Why is there a cage on the back?” Kurt asked.

  She shut off the car’s engine. “I don’t know, but it won’t be for anything good.”

  She opened the door and started to climb out, but he caught her arm. “Don’t go in there. Let me.”

  “Like hell.” She shook off his hand and headed toward the front door at a trot. You didn’t have to be a genius to know you shouldn’t go into your house when there was an intruder inside. She ought to call the authorities, instead. But not his Allison. So Kurt climbed out of the passenger seat and headed after her.

  He found an ugly scene when he got inside. That creep, Dutch, stood in the living room holding Jerome with one arm. In his other hand, he held a knife. Allison seemed frozen with her arms outstretched toward the dog. “Let him go, Dutch,” she said.

  “You fucked with me too many times.” Dutch squeezed Jerome until he yelped. “I ought to slit his throat while you watch.”

  “He never did anything to you.”

  “I know that, bitch,” Dutch said. “But the best way to hurt you is to butcher one of your little animals, and this was the first one I spotted.”

  “Put the dog down,” Kurt said. “We can settle this like men.”

  “With a sissy like you?” Dutch laughed. “I bet you don’t even fuck her.” Kurt was not going to correct that remark, but he had to think of a way to get out of this with both Allison and Jerome unharmed.

  “He has a knife, Kurt,” Allison said.

  “I see it. I also see a coward who’d pick on a helpless animal.”

  “Listen, boyfriend,” Dutch said. “I’ve put up with enough shit from her. I’m not taking it from you, too.”

  “Dutch…” Allison took a small step in his direction. “Give me the dog.”

  Dutch pressed the tip of the knife to Jerome’s throat, and Jerome whined again. He was clearly terrified. For good reason.

  This had to be the reason for the cage on the back of Dutch’s bike. He’d planned to kidnap one of Allison’s animals. Anyone who knew her would have to realize that the best way to hurt her was to harm one of her pets. This guy was cruel enough to do that, and he’d no doubt make good on his threat to kill Jerome while Allison watched.

  “I’m going to take your precious mutt.” Dutch still clutched Jerome to his chest. “I haven’t decided what to do with him. I could kill him quickly, or I could starve him to death. Or maybe I’ll sell him to one of those labs that experiment on animals.”

  Allison started to tremble. “It’s me you’re mad at. Punish me, not an animal that never hurt you.”

  “He’s not punishing anyone,” Kurt said. One way or another, he’d make that statement true. If he had to, he could shift and mow Dutch down before he could harm Jerome or Allison. Dutch’s knife couldn’t do much damage to a machine.

  Klaus had made him promise never to shift in front of anyone but his mate or other Mannhofs and their women. But even Klaus couldn’t have foreseen this. Klaus wouldn’t want the dog harmed any more than he’d want it for Allison.

  Dutch sneered. “What the fuck do you think you’re going to do to stop me?”

  “Dutch, don’t do this.” Unfortunately, Allison’s voice quivered. Not exactly intimidating.

  Dutch continued to hold onto Jerome tightly and again put the tip of the knife to the dog’s throat as he backed his way toward the front door. “The dog and I are leaving now. You can figure out a way to try to get your little doggie back… if it’s still alive. Anyone at Smokey’s knows how to reach me. Maybe if you beg me publicly… or give me a blow job… or both, I’ll return the mutt. Maybe if you’re really nice.”

  As Dutch stepped out onto the front porch, Kurt followed him, with Allison right behind. There had to be some way to end this nightmare. Instead, they watched as Dutch put Jerome into the cage and then got on the bike and started the engine.

  Now that the knife didn’t threaten Jerome, he toed out of his shoes and shifted on the spot. He didn’t even bother to remove his clothes. They tore apart as he changed to his motorcycle form and started his own engine. Climb on, he ordered Allison with his mind.

  “I’ll get the car”

  No time for that, his mind said. Climb on. She did finally, grasping his handlebars. With her settled on his back, he roared down the front steps and headed onto the street after Dutch. Dutch might not know it, but a Mannhof could out-race and out-maneuver any other bike easily. Dutch was in for the surprise of his life.

  Of course, Jerome was on the bike with Dutch, but who knew what Dutch would do to him? Dutch had a loud bike to show off, no doubt. It also made it easy for Kurt to detect the direction he’d headed in. He flew down the street with Allison on his back. Luckily, she’d had plenty of experience riding. Even though she hadn’t done it for years, she sat securely and banked on turns like an advanced rider. He didn’t have to worry about her falling off.

  Dutch’s image got larger and larger as they approached him. He was probably nearing top speed, but Kurt was still gaining on him. And Allison was with him the whole way. The knowledge would have warmed his heart if he hadn’t had other things to worry about.

  * * *

  If Allison hadn’t feared so much for Jerome, she might have enjoyed this ride. She’d sat on the back of Steve’s bike several times before succumbing to addiction. It had always felt like freedom. Back then, she’d thought her parents unfair and restrictive. Just defying them had excited her. But honestly, having all that power beneath you while you flew effortlessly past a landscape that could blur with your speed was its own joy.

  This particular adventure had a roadblock ahead in the form of a light turning red at the end of the block. Would Dutch stop? What would happen if he didn’t? Would he crash into something? Would he get away? Would Kurt follow?

  Sure enough, Dutch didn’t even slow but drove on into the intersection. A horn honked, and brakes squealed as a car stopped just short of him. The driver waved a fist out his window. “Son of a bitch!”

  He didn’t have time to get anything else out before Kurt continued after Dutch, this time roaring around the rear of the car and through the rest of the intersection to safety. Temporary safety. She hung on for dear life the entire time. Jumping off the bike could be fatal.

  They’d lost a second or two on Dutch, but Kurt made that up quickly. Allison did her best to breathe. She’d either shower Kurt with kisses or curses when they got home. If they got home.

  Dutch had to have realized they could catch him, and he became more desperate, taking turns at high speed. Lord only knew what Jerome was suffering from being thrown around in that cage. The sounds of the two engines would drown out any cries or whimpers he might be making. Somehow through all of it, Kurt never lost ground on Dutch, and somehow she managed to remain in her seat for the wildest ride of her life.

  A bit farther on, Dutch took a turn into the parking lot of a shopping center. Few cars stood around here at some distance from the stores. At least, there were no traffic lights here, and both bikes had room to maneuver.

  Kurt became even more amazing here. He was so fast, he could circle Dutch. Whenever Dutch tried to make a move to escape, he’d find Kurt right in front of him. If he stopped and tried using his feet to back up, Kurt was there. The circles got smaller and smaller, until Allison had to lean closer to the pavement to stay with him.

  Finally, Dutch made a mistake, and the bike went down. As Dutch struggled with the weight of his motorcycle, Kurt stopped. With reflexes she hadn’t known she still had, she set the kickstand and in an instant hopped off. Dutch’s knife had fallen just out of his reach, so she scooped it up and bent to put the tip to his throat much as he’d done to Jerome.

  “Don’t you move, asshole, or I’ll cut you open all the way down to the groin,” she said. Kurt’s engine revved, as if to underscore her threat.

  Dutch’s eyes went wide. “How did you do that?”

  “Magic,” she answered. “And if you move, I’ll have my monster bike leave tire treads on your face.”

  Which was really stupid, but Dutch lay perfectly still, so it appeared to have worked. She checked out the cage.

  Jerome didn’t appear to have been seriously hurt, but there was doggie poop everywhere. She probably would have made a mess of herself if she’d had to endure the same treatment. She shrugged out of her shirt and wrapped it around him for the ride home. People would just have to look at her bra. Jerome whimpered and trembled in her arms.

  She tossed the knife away where it couldn’t hurt anyone and rose. On her way back to Kurt, an idea cropped up into her brain. Juggling Jerome with one arm, she fished in her pocket with the other hand for her phone. For just a moment, she went back to Dutch and snapped a couple of pictures of him on the ground under his bike.

  “If I ever see you around Smokey’s again, I’m going to show everyone these pictures,” she said. “They’ll be good for a whole lot of laughs.”

  A commotion from the direction of the stores told her the time had come to get the hell away from here. Sure enough, uniformed security seemed to have figured out they had a disturbance in the parking lot. She went to Kurt and got back on. After releasing the kickstand, she clutched Jerome to her chest with one arm and Kurt left the parking lot.

  “Straight to the vet’s office,” she said.

  Right, he answered.

  * * *

  The late afternoon sun slanted into Allison’s backyard as she and Kurt sat in two folding chairs with most of the animals around them. The rabbits were still in their enclosures, and Jerome was at the vet’s overnight for observation. He appeared to be fine, but Allison was more than happy to leave him there to make sure he had no injuries neither she nor the doctor could see immediately.

  Brutus sat next to Allison’s chair where she could pet him. Mimi had jumped into her lap, and Doc lay across her feet. Kurt had Squirm draped over his shoulders and stroked him from time to time. “Do you think we’ll get into any trouble for going after Dutch like that?” Kurt asked.