Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
When she came back out, the jeans clung to her hips in a way that made me glad I’d guessed right. The black T-shirt was plain but perfect, hugging her just enough. The boots grounded her, gave her weight she hadn’t had in those flat work shoes.
“Perfect,” I complimented. And I meant it.
Her chin dipped, just slightly. I held out my hand. She looked at it for a breath, then slid hers into mine. No hesitation. That trust, obedience, even, that shit hit me low and hard. I led her out to the lot. My bike was waiting, gleaming black and chrome.
“You ever been on one?”
She shook her head.
I handed her a helmet. “Climb on. Arms around me. Hold tight.”
Without hesitation, she put the helmet on as I then passed her a hair tie. “Braid it, otherwise it’s gonna be a tangled mess.”
Again, she followed orders and didn’t even stop to question me about where the hairtie came from. It was my daughter’s, since she was little, I kept hair ties on my bike for the times she wanted to ride. Melody climbed on awkwardly, then shifted into the seat. Her arms circled my waist but stayed loose, leaving a strip of air between us. I didn’t like that, I took each of her hands in mine, yanked just a bit pulling her chest flush against my back.
The engine rumbled to life, deep and steady. She jolted at the first roar, fingers tightening just enough for me to feel it. I eased us out slow through town. Her weight leaned wrong on the first curve, stiff as a damn board.
“Relax,” I called over my shoulder. “I’ve got you.”
It took miles. But slowly, I felt her loosen. Her hands flattened against my stomach. Her knees hugged closer to my hips. By the time we hit the winding back roads, she was leaning into the curves with me, her body following mine like it was natural.
That did something to me.
It wasn’t just trust. It was right. Like she’d been meant to be back there all along, like I’d been missing her weight against me without knowing it.
We rode until the sky bled gold into blue. I took the long way back, stretching every mile just to keep her there.
When we rolled back into the hotel parking lot, I killed the engine but didn’t move right away. Her hands stayed on me longer than they had to. When they fell away, the air felt colder.
She slid off, pulled off the helmet, slid the hair tie off, and shook her hair out. The wind had left color high on her cheeks, her lips parted just slightly. After I dismounted, I took her hand in mine and guided her inside the building. It was late and I was thankful none of the brothers were around so I didn’t get pulled away from her and this moment.
We stood in front of the elevator waiting on the doors to open. “I want you,” she stated moving to stand in front of me. It wasn’t a question.
She stepped in and kissed me first. Her mouth was soft but sure, and it hit me like a match to dry grass. My hands went to her hips, pulling her flush to me, walking her backward away from the elevator and down a short ways toward the side door. Down the hall, into an empty room I knew was clean.
The door shut behind us.
She yanked her T-shirt over her head. My gaze dragged over bare skin I’d been imagining for days. I kissed down her throat, across her collarbone. My hands found the warm curve of her back, slid lower. Lips crashed together, tongues tangling, as she writhed against me wildly, I was slowly losing control of us both.
I pushed her jeans down panties coming with them, and she kicked them free without breaking our kiss. My hand slipped between her thighs. Her breathing was heavy as I slid one finger inside her. She was wet already, and the sound she made went straight through me.
Pulling away long enough to strip out of my own clothes, I devoured her mouth once again. We hit the bed, her legs wrapping around me, pulling me down. I pushed into her slow, savoring the stretch. And then I felt it.
Stilled.
My cock throbbed.
Tight in a way that was more than snug.
I froze. Her eyes opened, searching mine.
“Jesus,” I breathed. “You’re a virgin.”
She bit her lip. “Does that change anything?”
“You sure you want this, baby?” I asked absolutely relishing the feel of her around my cock, but also willing to pull out and stop this right now.
She nodded.
“Words, baby. Consent.”
“Yes.”
“Then yeah,” I replied, voice rough. “That changes everything.”
This was a gift, a moment. I should have pulled out. I should have walked away. I didn’t. Instead, I cupped her face and kissed her slow, letting her feel me ease back, letting her body adjust. My hands roamed her sides, her hips, her thighs, learning her. She relaxed under me, her breaths breaking on small sounds that made my chest ache in a way I didn’t like examining.