Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 91438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
I’d listened to Dallas complain about the car, just two days ago, after she bought it with her first pay check.
Though you had to do what you had to do when it came to your freedom.
“We’ll take mine,” I rumbled as I placed my hand on her back to usher her to my bike. “But mine’s not a car.”
She hissed in a breath when she realized what we’d be taking, and I watched as a shiver rolled over her.
“Okay,” she breathed.
She wasn’t drunk.
That I could tell.
Far from it, in fact.
She was loose, though.
Loose enough that she didn’t care about getting on a bike with a man that was five years short of being twice her age.
“We’re in for a long ride,” I said as she came to a stop next to it. “Do you want to borrow my jacket?”
She looked at my leather jacket, then into my eyes, before she nodded. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
First, I took off my colors, followed shortly by the jacket.
Then I wrapped it around her back and watched as she shrugged on the leather like it was a piece of silk rubbing along her skin.
Possession rolled over me as I realized how much I liked her wearing my coat.
It dwarfed her small body, but she didn’t seem to mind.
Pushing the sleeves up, she smiled before walking up to the bike and studying it.
“How do I get on without flashing the parking lot?”
I smiled as I walked up beside her and tapped the back of one thigh.
“Nobody can see what you got except me,” I murmured. “Throw that leg over.”
She lifted her leg, and I got the briefest glance of her pussy…that wasn’t covered by a goddamned thing…before the skirt fell and covered her once again.
But it was enough to change my mind about going all the way back to my house; instead, deciding to hit up the safe house we had in Longview.
I didn’t think I could handle an hour on the bike with her open pussy pressed up against my back.
Nor did I want to.
I was all for instant gratification, after all.
Lifting my leg to swing over the bike, I straddled the seat in front of her and started the bike up with a mutinous roar.
I lifted the helmet from the handle bars and offered it back to her.
“Put this on,” I ordered.
She took it from my hand and put it on her head, scrunching it down tightly to fit on her head.
“Ready,” she whispered.
I smiled. “Yeah, hold on to your titties.”
She squealed in excitement as I made my way out of the bar’s parking lot and into traffic.
I ascertained by five minutes into the ride that she’d never been on a bike before.
And, ten minutes into the ride, I’d decided to ignore my dick’s insistence that we take care of him now, and drove all the way back home.
She was enjoying herself, and I found that I liked when she did that.
I’d not seen her laugh one single time like she had in the hour we were on my bike.
Then again, that’s why I rode in the first place.
Riding a motorcycle was a freeing experience.
You let your mind wander and just let the road take your problems away.
It was like therapy, without the therapist.
A high without the drugs.
By the time we pulled up into my place, I felt like I had a completely different person on the back of my bike with me.
I hadn’t forgotten about the way her very hot pussy felt against my backside…or the way her hands felt when they rubbed up and down my stomach, but I also found myself reluctant to get off the bike.
Something I had to do when I finally turned the bike off after backing it next to my house.
“I didn’t realize you lived on the lake,” she whispered, looking out over the view I had.
I reached my hand back to take the helmet she offered me, but neither one of us made a move to get off the bike.
“I’ve lived here for a couple of years now. My son lives across the lake,” I said, gesturing in the direction of Sebastian’s place.
It was lit like the Fourth of July.
Something I hated.
Not that I’d ever tell him.
I liked him being there, I just didn’t like looking at the fact that he wasted money by leaving all those lights on, ruining my skyline with all those fuckers.
Then again, the same went for Kettle’s place that was next to Sebastian’s.
I wouldn’t bring up the fact that her parents were just down the way from me, either.
I didn’t want to ruin the mood after all.
Especially when I realized how sweet she smelled.
“Do you walk over there, or boat?” She asked me, leaning her head on my shoulder and wrapping her hands around my chest.
“I boat…or ride. Walking it would take a really long time. The lake extends quite a few miles that way,” I said, pointing to the left. “It’d take hours to walk over there. And the other way is just swamp-covered land. Either way you go to get out of this lake, you have to cross bridges. So it’s easier to ride more than anything.”
Her hand started to do something with my lower belly, twisting my shirt in her fingers as she contemplated what I’d said.
And slowly but surely, her worrying pulled the hem up over my jeans, and I caught my breath when her fingers met the bare skin of my lower belly.
My dick started to throb the instant she touched me, and I had to grip my thighs with my hands to keep from throwing her onto the floor of my carport.
“Will you take me for a ride on the lake? I’ve never done that before,” she whispered as her fingers dipped over the ridges of my abdomen.
“Yeah,” I rumbled, closing my eyes when she shifted behind me to scoot closer.
Her nipples rubbed along my back, enticing me.
Her pussy wasn’t helping any either.
“It’s been a really long time,” she said, letting her fingers drop until they played along the waistband of my jeans.