What the fuck did she expect? Erik to come to her? Share a bed with her? Fuck her? Say something romantic?
Please.
Erik’s blood boiled with rage. He put his hand to the back of the woman’s head again and pressed hard. He thrust up, feeling the woman’s mouth sliding tight on his cock. He took a deep breath and felt himself release. He told himself to close his eyes while he came, but he couldn’t.
He stared at Kaity.
His dick throbbed over and over, the reliever accepting all of him, swallowing it down.
He could only see Kaity.
She was beautiful. But she didn’t need to be wrapped up with some fucked up biker.
Erik finally closed his eyes, wrapped his fingers around the reliever’s hair and pulled her off him. When he opened his eyes, he saw a smile on the reliever’s face as she wiped her mouth. He looked for Kaity, but she was gone.
“I’m done,” he said. “Get the fuck out of here now.”
The reliever stood and strutted away.
Erik put his head back and closed his eyes again.
This time, sleep took him away from everything.
ten.
Kaity wasn’t sure what to think or do when she walked from the bedroom and down the hall. She just wanted to check on Erik and see what she should do next. Her heart raced - and hadn’t stopped racing since Erik began to touch her.
Being alone felt like some kind of crutch. Kaity feared being alone because she feared her thoughts. If it wasn’t for the whiskey in her body, she would have probably found a way to leave already. But it was late and she was tired. Yet she was horny.
That’s what brought her from the bedroom. She hoped to find Erik so they could finish what he started. Wild thoughts raced through Kaity's mind right up until she saw some woman on her knees before Erik, pleasuring him.
Her mind went blank. Her body went numb. Her heart, however, continued to race.
The woman’s back was arched in a perfect position over Erik. Her black hair bounced as she moved up and down. For a second Kaity felt her mouth water. She wanted to be the one to do that to Erik. Why hadn’t he chosen her for this?
That’s when Erik looked at her. Their eyes met and Kaity wondered how much of a man Erik would be in that moment. Would he feel guilt? Would he toss the woman away?
But why?
She and Erik weren’t together. They knew nothing about each other. She had just wanted to get her damn car fixed. Not get on the back of a motorcycle, be in the middle of a shoot out, get nicked with a bullet, and then have a big, sexy biker tend to her wound… and her body.
Kaity couldn’t look away though. Watching the woman moving. Up and down. Up and down. Erik drank the rest of his beer and dropped the bottle to the ground. He then pushed the back of the woman's head; his big hand commanding the woman’s mouth.
It wasn’t jealousy that came next to Kaity… it was warmth. It was wetness. She was kind of turned on in that moment watching Erik. She wondered what he thought as he stared at her. Was he just teasing her? Or maybe it was a clear message to not get involved. To simply rest there for the night and get the hell out in the morning.
Before Kaity could muster up any more thoughts or ideas, she watched Erik lift himself and grit his teeth. She could sense it. She could see it in his face.
He was coming.
The woman stopped moving and Kaity felt her mouth open. She was hungry for Erik. She wanted to kick the freaking woman aside and taste Erik. Her mouth had to be full by now, right? The warm release pumping again and again.
Erik put his head back.
That was all Kaity could take. Her body was on fire. Her panties clung to her slit. Her heart was still racing. And her thoughts… they were a mess.
Kaity rushed down the hall and crashed into a wall. She made fists and pounded on the wall a few times, trying to calm herself. She didn’t know whether to scream or cry or rush to the bedroom and rip her own pants and panties off and touch herself. Everything ached. Everything tingled.
When Kaity walked down toward Erik’s room, she spotted a figure across from the door. One foot up. Thumbs in his pockets. A cigarette hanging from his mouth. The cherry glowed almost as much as his eyes did.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Blaine said.
He took a drag and dropped the smoke to the floor and stepped on it.
“What do you want?” Kaity asked.
“What’d you see?”
“Fuck off.”
Kaity took another step and Blaine came forward, putting his arm out. He stopped Kaity, but only for a second. She opened the bedroom and went inside. She slammed the door and fell against it.
“I’m right here,” Blaine said. “I’ll wait for you.”
“There’s no waiting,” Kaity said. “Go away.”