The Ride

Special thanks to Princess♥BooBoo for her help with naming the various characters contained herein...this one is partially dedicated to her because she begged me to finish it. This was prompted by images of a certain actor on his Harley on a recent episode of his show...and also by the line (from a completely different movie) "Have you ever made love on the back of a moving motorcycle? It can be done." Enjoy!

Danny Finnegan leaned back in his chair and played idly with the beer bottle in front of him as chaos reigned around him. There were people in the room from age ninety (the birthday celebrant) to about four months which resulted in more noise than a Mardi Gras parade. He had stretched his lanky legs out in front of him and the kids were jumping over them as they dashed past. He reached out and caught one as she almost tumbled. "Hey, easy there," he said in a low voice, not wanting to startle her. He set her back on her feet and watched as she scampered away, burying her face in the legs of one of the near-by women. He assumed it was her mother since they resembled each other. His girlfriend, Mallory, the reason he was sitting in this bedlam, had introduced him to everyone when they first entered, but even his structured memory couldn't recall all the names.

His best friend and one of Mallory's numerous cousins dropped into the chair next to him. Patrick indicated Mallory with his own beer bottle. The dark-haired woman was standing about halfway across the room talking with three other women, a small child balanced on her hip. "Better watch out or she's gonna be wanting one of those," Patrick commented.

Danny took a swig out of his bottle. "I'm beginning to think that might not be such a bad idea."

Patrick's blue eyes widened and he almost tipped his chair over in surprise. "Did I just hear that correctly? Bad boy Finnegan's actually contemplating settling down?"

Danny considered the ring that was tucked away in his drawer; the one no one knew about. "Thinking about it." He shrugged. "Its not that scary anymore."

Patrick shook his head. "Daaaamn. Did you get knocked on the head chasing a perp and not tell me about it? I mean, are you serious?"

It was Danny's turn to indicate Mallory. "Do you think I'd be with her if I wasn't thinking about it?" He waved a hand at the people around them. "If you or one of the other guys didn't beat me to a pulp; Mallory'd cut off my balls."

Patrick saluted him. "There is that. Unfortunately she inherited Gram's Irish temper." He clinked bottles with Danny when the other cop raised his. "Good luck with that." He smiled as Mallory joined them, the child still on her hip. "Hey, baby."

Mallory made a face at her older cousin. "I hate that nickname. You okay, Danny?"

Danny smiled lazily up at her and ran a hand down her bare arm. When she had stepped out of his bathroom earlier after getting dressed, he had almost told her they were skipping the party. She wore a pale blue lacy blouse that bared her shoulders and most of her arms and clung to her torso to her hips. A black satin skirt with lace edging flowed to just below her knees. She hadn't worn heels since they had taken his Harley to the party, so when they were both standing, her head would be just below his chin. The shirt dipped low enough that he had been enjoying the cleavage as she flittered around the room, alighting here and there to visit with her relations. "I'm fine, Mal. I was just talking with Patrick."

She leaned down and kissed him lightly on the lips, allowing him to get a brief glimpse of paler skin where her shirt pulled down. Patrick slapped him when he saw where Danny's eyes were drifting. "Hey, that's my baby cousin you're oogling."

Mallory shifted her grip on the little girl so she had a free hand and smacked Patrick in the back of the head. "He's allowed to do that and don't hit him." She looked down at Danny. "I'm going to say good-bye to everyone and return Sarah to her mom. Then we can both say good-bye to Gram and get going."

Danny got to his feet. "Sounds good. I'll get our jackets and helmets."

Patrick pulled on his arm as she turned and sashayed away. "Don't bother hurrying off. She'll be at least a half an hour."

Danny dragged his eyes away from watching her ass cross the room and re-focused on his friend. "What do you mean 'she'll be at least half an hour'?"

Patrick waved at the group. "Have you noticed how many people are here? She's gotta talk to every one of them."

Danny dropped back into his seat and reached for his beer bottle, then changed his mind and grabbed a soda. "Thirty minutes, you say?"

Patrick nodded. "At least."

True to Patrick's word, it was forty-five minutes later before Mallory made her back to where the two of them were sitting. She nudged Danny's legs together and settled herself on his lap. Awkwardly, he put his arms around her, still a little unsure about showing affection for her in front of her family. It wasn't Patrick he had an issue with since the three of them, four if Patrick was seeing someone, often went out together, but the rest of the group. She rested her head back against his shoulder. "I'm ready to leave when you are," she informed him.

"Then why did you sit down?" he asked.

"Cuz I could," she said. "I'm going to go to the bathroom, then we'll go see Gram."

"That's fine," he replied. He turned to Patrick as she left again. "Are you working this weekend?"

Patrick shook his head. "Nah. I took the whole weekend off. I'm gonna stay up here and spend some time with Mom and Dad. You?"

"I'm on tertiary call starting at four A.M., but off other than that til Monday." He got to his feet as Mallory made her way back towards them. "I'll see you in the bullpen Monday morning."

Patrick kissed his cousin's cheek when she leaned over. "Have a good ride back to the city, baby," he told her. "Lunch on Wednesday?"

Mallory nodded. "Absolutely. Try not to get shot in the meantime." She linked her arm through Danny's. "Ready to say good-bye to Gram?"

The matriarch of the family was holding court at one of the tables. All day the family had been paying their respects to her. Each of them had taken time to sit with her, telling Gram about their lives. Now Mallory settled into the chair next to her as Danny took up position behind his girlfriend. The old woman gently touched her youngest granddaughter's cheek. "Did you have a good time at the party?" she asked.

Mallory smiled. "Shouldn't I be asking you that? Hard to believe you're ninety, Gram."

"Oh, I'm going to live to be a hundred, just so I can see how many children you kids are going to populate this world with," her gram replied. "I'm glad you were able to come and bring your young man."

"Thank you for inviting me, ma'am," Danny put in.

"Now, I told you to call me Gram, Detective," she chided. "Don't you be ma'aming me, although its nice to see your mother taught you manners."

Danny smiled in response. "Then you should call me Danny, Gram."

Mallory leaned over and kissed her gram's cheek, then stood up. "We're going now, Gram. Danny's on call early tomorrow morning so he needs to get some sleep beforehand."

Danny leaned over and kissed the old woman's papery cheek, causing her eyes to twinkle. "That's a nice treat for my birthday; a kiss from a handsome young man. Have a safe trip back to the city. Drive carefully on that motorcycle of yours," she cautioned.

They assured her that Danny would before winding their way through the crowd and out to the entry way where Danny had stashed their leather jackets and helmets when they arrived. Although it was summer, it was chilly when they got moving on the bike and both of them pulled on the jackets knowing they would want them once they reached the highway. Danny settled Mallory's helmet on her head, then buckled it in place, checking to make sure it was fastened securely, before leading her outside to where his Harley rested beside Patrick's. Danny helped her swing her leg over the bike and waited while she tucked her skirt in so it wouldn't blow before straddling the bike himself. She scooted forward, rearranging her skirt and snugging herself up against his back. She linked her arms around his waist and squeezed. "You set?" he called over his shoulder.

"All ready!" she chirped back.

He patted her hand, then started the bike; roaring out of the parking lot. Once out on the highway, he opened up the throttle, tearing past the other cars. Mallory's arms tightened on his waist, but she was accustomed to riding behind him so simply leaned into the maneuvers. Danny took the last curve before the turn-off to the overlook and began to slow. Mallory tried to get his attention to ask him what was happening, but Danny simply pointed to the sign they were passing which read "Look Out Point". Winding his way up the road, he pulled into the parking lot and shut the bike off.

Danny took his helmet off and hung it from one handlebar, running his free hand through his sandy-blond hair. He twisted around so he could see Mallory over his shoulder. She had also removed her helmet and was shaking her head so her dark hair no longer lay flat. She rested her chin on his shoulder when she was done. Danny took her helmet from her and hung it from the other handlebar as her hand wormed her way under his jacket and stroked his taut stomach through his shirt. "See that wasn't so bad, was it?"

Danny traced her leg lazily, moving her skirt up so he had access to bare skin, as he stared at the lights of the city spread out below them. "No, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be."

“I told you it wouldn’t be, that everyone would just be happy I brought someone,” Mallory told him.

“Scoot back,” he replied. He slid off the bike and then straddled it again, facing her this time. He hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her towards him. “It may not have been bad, but I still believe you owe me a reward,” he reminded her.

Mallory looped her arms around his neck. “Oh, I do, do I?” she purred, leaning in to kiss him. Danny ran his hand up her back as he delved deeper into her mouth, edging her closer to his body. He broke the connection and kissed her on the cheek, then moved down her neck; licking and nipping as he made his way to her collarbone. “Oh, god, Danny,” she moaned, her hands clutching at the back of his head. He grinned against her skin and licked a spot he knew was particularly sensitive. Mallory gave a full body shudder in response and pressed up against him. “Daaaanny,” she groaned.

He settled his hands on her hips and pulled back. “Yes, you do. I distinctly remember you promising me ‘something special’ if I would just go to this party with you.” As he spoke, he eased her jacket off her shoulders and twisted to hang it over the helmet behind him. He shrugged out of his own jacket before pulling her legs up over his. He slipped his hands under her shirt when he was done. “So how about it?”

Mallory glanced around. “What? Here?” She tried to ignore the long fingers tracing random patterns on her abdomen. “Danny, that’s called indecent exposure. And you’re a cop!”

Danny ran his hands up her sides to the strapless bra he knew she had to be wearing and flipping it down, filling his hands with her perfectly sized breasts. He ran his thumbs across her nipples to make them pebble, whispering, “If we do this right, nothing will be exposed.” He continued to massage her breasts, flicking first one nipple and then the other. “Come on, Mallory,” he cajoled. “Trust me.”

Mallory ran a hand through his hair and tilted his head so he was looking at her. “Coming from you those are two of the scariest words in the English language.”

He grinned, the sexy-half smile that had conned her into bed the first time. “But do you?” he asked.

She sighed, but pressed her breasts into his talented hands in answer. “If we get arrested, Danny, so help me god…”

“We won’t,” he assured her. Leaning in to take her lips again, he continued, “We’ll hear a car long before it gets up here. Now relax.” He ran his tongue across her lips asking for permission to enter and after a second she opened for him. As he kissed her, one hand continued to play with her breasts while the other trailed down her body and over the outside of her skirt, stopping at her knee. When she didn’t break off to protest, he nudged the skirt aside and began to creep his hand up her leg.

Mallory, meanwhile, had skated her hands down his back and was untucking his polo shirt from his jeans. He gasped when the air hit his bare skin; the contrast between his heated skin and the breeze almost causing a shudder. She splayed her hands across his abdomen just as his hand reached her center. He pulled back as he realized something. Mallory had an innocent look on her face when he locked eyes with her. “What?” she asked coyly.

“Um, Mal, where are you underwear?”

She grinned. “In your jacket pocket.”

Danny recalled her bumping against him in the hallway as they got ready to leave. “When did you take them off? And why?”

“In the bathroom.” She shrugged. “I figured you’d be on me as soon as we walked in the door at your apartment so I thought I’d cut out some of the wait time.”

Danny hardened more at the idea of her anticipating him like that. Pulling his hand out from under her shirt, he brushed her hair away from one ear. “Tell me what you were picturing,” he whispered.

“I…Danny, no,” she responded immediately.

“Come on,” he coaxed, tracing his hand closer to her opening. “Close your eyes and pretend you’re on the phone with me.” His voice got huskier as he continued, “I’ve had a long shift and I didn’t come over to see you after, but I miss you so much that you decided to give me a little treat.”

“It’s difficult to pretend I’m on the phone with you when your fingers are practically inside me,” she complained.

He grinned as he did dip a finger inside her, causing her legs to tighten around him. “Try,” he instructed. When she didn’t start speaking, but simply clutched at him as he manipulated his finger, he added, “You’ve got to say something.”

She inhaled, breathing in the musky scent of his arousal. “We took the elevator up to your apartment,” she started and he hummed in encouragement. “We didn’t really talk during the ride and you had stayed away from me in the car. I’m not upset though, I know you’re doing it because once you get your hands on me, you won’t be able to stop. Your keys are already out as we exit the elevator and I follow you down the hall. My hand trails down your back to your ass as we walk.” She gasped as he brushed her clit and clutched his hips tightly.

“Keep going,” he murmured, twisting the finger insider her and adding a second. “We reach the door and I’m opening it.”

Mallory spread her legs a bit to give him better access and slid her hands up his chest. “I cup your ass with both hands making you fumble the keys, but you laugh it off as I kiss the side of your neck where your collar’s gaping.” She suited words to actions and did kiss him there, drawing a soft moan from him. “You push me away,” she continued, “and rapidly undo the locks, the tug me into the apartment. You kick the door shut and slam me up against the back of it, stripping my jacket off as you do. Pinning my body with yours, you take my mouth in a deep kiss as you pull off your own jacket. I have no idea where they’ve gone because all my senses are filled with you as you tug my shirt up and break the kiss long enough to pull it over my head.” She tried to press closer to his fingers. “More, please, Danny. God, that feels so good,” she begged.

He pressed down with his thumb, drawing a whimper from her. Taking his other hand from her breast, he soothed her when she complained and caught one of her meandering hands, pressing it against his hard cock. She cupped him when he pulled his hand away, causing him to groan deeply in the back of his throat before swallowing and picking up her story, “I pull my own shirt off and press back up against you after unhooking and ditching your bra. Then I slide my hand up under your skirt intending to pull your underwear off and discover your little surprise.”

She was panting now and Danny knew she was close. He sped up his strokes as she gasped out, “Finish it!”

“You or the story?” he questioned.

“Both!” she demanded.

He continued to stroke her as he picked up the thread of the narrative again, “You reach down and undo my belt, unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans, but don’t pull them down. Instead you reach in and stroke my cock before pulling it free.” He paused as her fingers fumbled with his belt. “Just wait, babe,” he told her.

“I want you inside me,” she protested and he realized her focus had shifted from what his fingers were doing to her to the story.

“You think too much,” he informed her before taking her mouth in a consuming kiss. At the same time, he pinched her nipple, riding that fine line between pleasure and pain, and pressed down on her clit. She shattered apart in his arms, screaming her release into his mouth. He swallowed her cry, even as he felt her wetness soak his hand.

Mallory pulled back when she was aware again and socked him in the shoulder. “You bastard!”

Danny laughed. “You said ‘finish it’,” he reminded her. “I was just following orders, babe.”

She unbuckled his belt with hands that were remarkable steady now, grumbling, “I also said I wanted you in me.” Familiar fingers undid his jeans, brushing against his cock as they worked. When he groaned, she deliberately scraped her knuckles across him. Leaning forward, she nuzzled the skin bared by his open collar, then latched on and sucked hard. Pulling back with a popping sound, she asked, “How did you plan to do this?”

“You’re going to need to scoot towards me and sorta into my lap,” Danny instructed. “Here. Just…” He pulled his hand out from under her skirt. “Follow my lead.” He lifted her skirt slightly and as she slid forward, he covered his lap with it. Mallory reached under and drew his cock out. Danny lifted her up and as she guided him, he slid into her.

Mallory snuggled up against him as he sheathed himself fully. She laid her head against his shoulder and nuzzled his neck lazily. “You feel so good,” she murmured.

“You’re so tight,” he responded huskily. “So warm and wet. I love sliding into you after you’ve come.” He jostled her when it appeared she was settling down to rest. “Hey. Hey, Mal. You’re on top. You’ve gotta move or somethin’.”

She rubbed the back of his neck, playing with the short hairs. “You want me to ride you?”

“God, yes!” It was torture of the purest sense to have her sit motionless atop him. “Please,” he begged.

“All you had to do was say the magic word,” she responded.

“Way too much time with the kids today,” he grumbled, then gasped as she moved tentatively. The bike rocked a bit, but Danny braced his feet on the ground to steady it. “Gently. Easily,” he cautioned.

Mallory shifted, trying to get a better purchase, then set her hands on his shoulders and began to move in earnest. He settled his hands on her hips, helping her find the rhythm that would bring them both to climax. This was going to be quicker than he had planned when he stopped since Mallory’s little story time had delayed the main event.

Their position and the need to keep the bike steady didn’t give him much leeway to move, but once Mallory found the motion, he allowed his hands to creep around her body. He played with her breasts through her shirt and, when she arched into him, slipped his hands underneath and filled his palms with them. She craned her head until she could reach his neck and began sucking and biting it, interspacing them with little licks and nudges. “Ah, Mallory,” he groaned, “just a little faster.” He could feel her grin against his skin and she slowed for a moment. Before he could protest, she sped back up. That brief change was enough to push him close to the edge and he reached down, intending to take her over with him. She knocked his hand away and pressed herself harder into him, causing him to moan. Then she sped up that last little bit he needed and bit down on the junction between his neck and shoulder.

He groaned as the two sensations, combined with her tightening around him as she found her own release, pulled the orgasm from him. Breathing heavily, he slumped against her, then lifted a hand to his neck to make sure she hadn’t drawn blood. “What the fuck is with the biting?” he demanded sharply.

She nuzzled the spot, than licked it gently, tasting sweat, but not the copper of blood. “It worked, didn’t it?” she murmured, too worn out from both orgasms to exert anymore effort.

“It worked, but you’ve left marks everywhere,” he snapped.

Mallory drew back, disengaging from him, but not pulling her skirt away until he had tucked himself back inside and done up his jeans. “You are the crankiest son of a bitch after sex ever,” she informed him. Getting off the bike, she stalked over to the guardrail and stood so her back was to him, looking down at the city lights.

Danny ran his hands through his hair and sighed. He hadn’t meant to snap at her, but knowing he would have to wear something with a collar for the next week or so, rather than his preferred t-shirts in the heat of the summer had made him react without thinking. He swung his leg over the Harley and looked after her. Mallory was still standing up against the guardrail, but had wrapped her arms around herself, obviously chilled. He took her jacket off the handlebars and approached her from the rear, draping it over her shoulders. When she didn’t react, he slipped his arms around her waist and drew her back against him, resting his chin on her shoulder. She was stiff and unyielding against him, refusing to give in to his cuddling, but at least she wasn’t pushing him away. Danny linked his fingers together against her stomach, careful to keep his hands outside her clothes. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t have snapped. You caught me by surprise when you bit me and I reacted.”

“Why? It’s not like it was the first time.” Mallory didn’t relax, but she unbent enough to rest her hands atop his.

“I dunno, babe, you just did. I wasn’t expecting it.” He kissed the side of her neck. “I regret snapping at you. I regret that I am going to have to cover up the evidence. Now what can I do to earn your forgiveness?”

“You’re doing well so far,” she responded. “Groveling is always good.”

Danny grinned, knowing she couldn’t see it, but she would hear it in his voice. “Oh, it’s groveling you want, is it? How about we go back to my apartment so I’ll be able to grovel properly?” He turned her in his embrace and tenderly kissed her. Drawing back slightly, he framed her face with his hands and tilted her head so she was looking up at him. “I love you,” he told her seriously, “even when I snap at you.”

“I do love you, Danny,” she replied, keeping her brown eyes locked with his blue ones, “but I’m not your punching bag; verbal or otherwise. Do it again and I will walk.”

Danny nodded, thinking again of the ring tucked away in his drawer. “I understand and you have every right. Are you ready to go home now?”

Mallory nodded in answer, slipping her arms into her jacket sleeves. “Yes, but you still owe me some major ass groveling,” she tossed over her shoulder as she sauntered towards the bike.

“Of course I do,” he replied as he followed her. He grinned as he realized that some of her anger had been feigned. She was mad at him for snapping, but she was also enjoying yanking his chain. He pulled his own jacket on, then buckled his helmet. After straddling the bike, he waited until Mallory had settled herself, sliding her hands up under his shirt, before kicking the bike to life and roaring out of the parking lot. As Mallory’s fingers clutched at his bare skin, he began planning all the ways he could make amends to her. He didn’t want to lose the one right thing in his life.