Obsession (A Bad Boy's Secret Baby)(5)

“Juan Carlos?” He cracked a small too-charming grin that made me regret giving him an opening to lighter conversation. He shrugged playfully, tapped the hood and continued. “Senor Carlos is in rough shape. Let me at least give you a lift to the reception. You look way too good to pull up in a tow truck.”

Oh shit the reception! I checked my phone. I was already so late and had five missed calls. I didn't want to give Mal an inch, because I knew that would only open me up for him to take more. I was already weaker around him than I wanted to be.

But I was just so damn late.

“Fine.”

Mal bowed his head slightly and his grin spread a little wider. He left without another word.

What had I just agreed to? I forced myself to stop, take a breath and calm my racing heart. I'd have loved a few more minutes to process everything that was happening, but I didn't have the time.

I dug into my and purse and used my rear view mirror to fix my makeup. Much to my surprise, I only needed a light touch up. The mascara held really well! The Koreans must mix their blends with magic. I swore an oath to myself that I would never buy anything other than this one brand.

I heard Mal arrive before I saw. The rumbling engine reminded me that he was always a truck guy growing up. But when I looked it wasn't a truck that I saw.

“A motorcycle!” I shouted as Mal killed the engine. “How is that better than tow truck?”

“I can go steal a car if you want?” He looked like he was joking, but was he? Mal was a hard man to read at the best of times. And that was when I knew him. Who knows what he was like now.

“Say's the man talking to a police officer's sister.” I scoffed. “Do you have any idea how long it took to get my hair like this?”

Mal shrugged, obviously amused and held out a helmet for me. Exasperated, I grabbed it. Having not released it yet, Mal tugged the helmet in, which in turn pulled me toward him. I was so agonizingly close to him that I could smell shampoo.

“I'll always prefer your hair messy and matted with fresh sweat.” His eyes licked over me, sending shivers ripping through my spine. Even now it took so few words and gestures from him to make my core warm.

Damn him.

I snatched the helmet away from him and put it on. Mal didn't have an extra helmet, but it would be dark by the time we got there so no one would instantly recognize him.

He helped me onto the bike, then reached a hand around my lower back. The hard leather seat pushed the ruffled material of my dress into my pussy. Mal then jerked me toward him. The abrupt motion dragged my clit against the seat and made my stomach pulse in pleasure. I bit back an escaping moan, but his knowing glance told me he heard it.

I was just glad he couldn't see my face turn bright red behind the helmet.

“There's gonna be a lot of vibration, so make sure you hold on tight. I’ll try to get you there before you leave any beautiful stains on that dress.” His smile was wicked and carnal. It made me want to lick his intentions off his face.

I shook my head and yelled for him to shut up and go.

Bastard, I thought as I wrapped my arms over his stomach and pressed my thighs into him. The bike roared to life and with a sudden jolt we took off.

The infuriating thing was that he might be right. I could feel that I was already wet. How could I not be? The man I still touched myself to was literally all around me. My breathing became shallow and rapid and I had to force myself not to orgasm. It was the worst.

This was going to be the longest ride of my life.





Chapter 4


Malik

Fuck.

I was rock hard.

It was a good thing I didn't have to get off the bike when we arrived at the reception, my cock might've blown out the front of my jeans.

I was dreading the end of the dirt road that led to the farm, because when we stopped I would no longer have Kait's arms around me. The road didn't care what I wanted and came to an end anyway. I let the engine idle for longer than I should've before reluctantly killing it. It was a good thing that I had been riding for so many years otherwise I might've been too distracted to control the bike.

All I could think about was that kiss. I didn't plan it, but I sure as hell couldn't control myself either. She just looked too perfect to not steal a kiss and then once I got a taste... Thoughts of how the rest of her tasted rattled around my head louder than my bike's engine.

Kait's interlocked fingers over my chest slipped apart and miserable cool air flooded between us. She had held me a lot tighter than she needed to, it wasn't like I was going all that fast. I didn't mind, of course. It just sucked that she had to let me go.

“Thanks.” Kait threw her leg over the bike and turned her back to me, hoping that I wouldn't see her check the front of her dress for a wet spot.