Now that she was with me, I slowed again, circling as I moved in and out of her, my body hugging hers.
She mewled soft sounds and rocked with me, murmuring my name over and over.
I kept the slow pace as long as I could, but too soon I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Please, Dare, I want to come with you,” she begged, right on the edge, but she stubbornly held out.
Her words stole the last ounce of my control and I pushed up to my hands and she followed up onto her knees, thrusting her ass back hard. I met her challenge and we pushed each other harder and faster.
“Dare.” She screamed my name and that was it for me, I shuddered as the orgasm charged through me, leaving me shaky, not sure what I’d experienced. I rolled to my side, bringing her with me, but I stayed seated inside her and I never wanted to let go.
That thought sent me from sex-induced coma straight into hell. My skin itched and I needed to get away. I couldn’t be doing this shit. Next I’d think I could open up and tell her all about myself. Not in this lifetime, nothing would be worse than seeing those adoring eyes of hers turn to contempt, pity or embarrassment.
I kissed her cheek and slid out of bed. “I’m taking a shower, then we’ll head to my place.”
I finished quickly and pulled on some clothes. While Red showered, I headed out to see if there were signs of life post-party. Several guys were passed out on the dance floor. A rustling from the kitchen made me cautious. I saw the door jiggle and then a guy with a shirt that said Rapid Clean bopped out with a full trash bag and earbuds blasting some music in his ears.
He startled when he saw me but then gave me a quick head nod before heading out the front door. I grabbed two bottles of water and went to get Red. I’d been wanting to show her my place for a while, but it was out of the way from town, and her place was so convenient, at least now that she had a real damn bed.
“Ready?” I stood and held out my hand for her.
She grabbed it and we headed to my bike. “Yeah. I can’t wait to see where you live. I thought it was here.”
“I have, but it’s loud here, so I moved out to this trailer about ten minutes from here.” She slowed and I looked back between our stretched-out hands, but she shook her head and caught up to me. Something bothered her—I’d seen the quick flash of fear cross her face—but I knew she wouldn’t admit it.
I fastened my helmet and checked hers, leaning in for a quick peck. Her arms wrapped around me, and I circled the bike out of the club driveway, heading home. Since the trailer was off the highway, I had a long dirt driveway up to the hill where the landlord had settled it. What I liked best was that I couldn’t see another house from my place. I parked the bike and stored my helmet, but Red still had hers on staring up at the front door. I tapped her shoulder and she jumped, whirling to me.
“Your helmet?”
She gave me a weak smile and took it off.
“Are you okay?” I brushed my fingers across her cheek.
“I feel a bit off.” She moved into me. “Maybe a sex hangover.”
“You know they say the hair of the dog is the only cure.” I swiped her nose and headed to the front door, unlocking and opening it for her.
“What does that mean, anyway?” she asked as she walked in before me. “You have a nice place.”
I shut and locked the door, throwing my keys on the kitchen counter. I hadn’t been here in a couple days, but everything looked okay. I hadn’t left out any dirty dishes, clothes or other crap, which was just a lucky coincidence.
“It means—” I backed her into the couch and she fell back into the seat “—the best cure for the hangover is more of what gave it to you.” I sat next to her and picked up the remote, turning on the channel that had my favorite bike shows on it.
“So more sex?” she purred. “That sounds like something a guy would say.”
I laughed and patted my lap. “Lay down here and I’ll rub what hurts.”
We watched the custom bike show and I rubbed her back with slow swirls. It felt right having her here with me relaxing, even if she was the first woman I’d brought here.
“Do you watch anything but bike reality shows?” She yawned and cuddled her head into my stomach.
“Sure, I like movies. Not big on sitcoms or other TV shows, since I’m never sure what my schedule will be.”
“What’s your favorite movie?”
“Anchorman, Talladega Nights, I guess any Will Ferrell movie. He cracks me up.” I had most of his movies on DVD, but I hadn’t had any free time lately, or free time I hadn’t spent with her.
She sat halfway up searching my face. “I’d of pegged you for action movies.”