She looks away embarrassed as I lick my lips one last time, tasting her on my mouth. Without saying a word, I turn around and walk out of the bathroom.
I could tell by the nervous look on her face that even she can’t believe she just did that in front of me. I could also tell by the look in her eyes that she wanted me to stay. She wants me and I’m going to show her it’s okay to have me.
* * *
Two hours later and here I am, leaning against my motorcycle, watching with satisfaction as Aspen exits the house with a look of frustration. She looks so tense and . . . unpleased. Sickly enough, this pleases me.
Judging from her hour long shower, I would say she definitely couldn’t please herself without my help. That only gives me more reason to want to please her. To show her how I can make her feel.
Crossing my legs in front of me I smile as she approaches and gives me a look so dirty, I might just need another shower. I don’t think she understands what that look does to me. It’s so fucking sexy. “Did you have a good shower?” Tossing my helmet up, I catch it and hold it out for her to grab. “I would’ve finished you off; gave you the best orgasm of your life.”
“Shut up,” she growls. Rolling her eyes she exhales while looking at the helmet in my hand. “Seriously? You want me to get on that? Why not take the truck?”
Since she refuses to take the helmet, I slide it on her head and rev the engine. “Just get on. I don’t have all day.”
She shakes her head once before throwing her leg over the motorcycle and hopping on behind me. “You think this shit is funny, don’t you? What you did back there.”
I look over my shoulder at her sullen face and smirk. “What?”
“You know what I’m talking about. Don’t play stupid, Slade,” she growls. “You did that on purpose.”
“What did I do? I want to fucking hear it.”
She gives me a dirty look and runs her tongue over her teeth in frustration. “Nothing. Nothing at all, okay.”
“All right. Then, I apologize for doing nothing at all. Happy?”
She lets out an exasperated huff before grabbing my shoulder with her left hand and placing her other hand behind her, keeping her distance. “Let’s just go. Kayla is waiting on me.”
“Grab my waist,” I say firmly. When she doesn’t make a move to grab me, I reach for both of her arms and wrap them around my waist. She stiffens as if she doesn’t know what to do. “Keep your arms around me. Got it.”
If she’s not worried about her safety then she can fucking walk. It’s as simple as that.
“Fine. Let’s just get this over with.” Locking her fingers around my waist, she tilts her head to the left. “Go down to the light and make a left. Then go ten blocks and make a right. All right. Be careful too. I want to actually make it there before she has to go to work.”
Swallowing back my remark, I take off causing her to squeeze her arms around me for safety. I smile to myself, feeling the awkwardness in her touch. She definitely needs to loosen the fuck up and give into her needs.
After a few minutes of riding in silence her arms finally start to relax and I can feel them inching higher, getting closer to my chest.
Every time I make a turn or pass someone, I can hear a little gasp from her as my muscles tighten from below her hands. She’s trying hard to hide it, but I can tell she wants to explore. It gives me a fucking rush.
About five minutes later, we pull up to a little white house to see her friend outside waiting on her. The red car from the other night is sitting in the driveway and it makes me wonder why she didn’t just ask her friend to pick her up if she hates me so much.
As soon as I stop the bike, she jumps off and takes my helmet off as fast as her fingers will allow her. She tosses it in my lap and scowls. “Thanks for the ride, jerk.”
Smiling at her and her hot little friend, I slide the helmet on my head. “Anytime.” I look down toward her pussy. “And thanks for the show.” I wink and she looks away embarrassed. I can feel her eyes burning into me as I take off. Hell, I don’t mind. She can undress me with her eyes anytime she wants.
* * *
When I pull up at the bar, it’s completely empty. I toss my cigarette and jump off my motorcycle while looking around, preparing myself. This is a shit shift and you don’t make crap at this time. The bar opens at eleven, but really the business doesn’t take off until late at night when the entertainment comes in.
I don’t mind doing Sarah favors, though, because she has a young child and I want her to be able to be there for him when it’s needed. That shit is very important. If anyone else asked me to cover this crap shift, my answer would be hell to the mother fucking no.