UNEDITED EXCERPT (LONGER CLIP COMING SOON)
Devlin looked over the landscape at the rising sun. There was nothing quite like the sun when she grabbed the earth by his sack and squeezed and nothing like the beast roaring under his thighs. He adjusted his grip on the handlebars and inhaled the mountain air.
This was all he needed: air in his lungs and the open road. It was a perfect day to ride, but then, he was pretty damn sure every day was. Fuck mother nature and what that bitch had planned: rain, snow, goddamn hurricanes or tornadoes? None of it mattered when he was riding Python. She was an ornery piece, but fucking loyal to a fault.
TO BE CONTINUED...