“Thank you for helping me out there.”
“I’m a nurse, Snake. I’d do it for anyone.” She stopped at her bike and turned to him. “Can I have my helmet and bag back?”
“Why haven’t you been by?”
“By?”
“Yeah, the club. Why haven’t you been by the club to spend some time?”
She frowned. “I didn’t know I had to come back.”
“I kissed you.”
“So?”
Jessica was confused. She pulled the bag he handed to her over her shoulder.
“So, you were supposed to come to the club.”
He held her helmet captive, refusing to give it to her. She went to take it, and he moved it out of the way. “Very mature, Snake.”
“Why didn’t you come?”
“Well, I didn’t invite you to kiss me, and I didn’t know I was expected to come to you because of one stupid kiss.”
“You thought the kiss was stupid?”
“God, Snake. What are you twelve? It was a damned kiss. One I didn’t ask for and one you shouldn’t have given.” She made to reach for the helmet. He moved it out of her grasp, angering her. “You’re just a child.” She spat the words out.
“And you’re a cold heartless bitch.”
“What about Lydia, huh? You think I just want to be another one of the women you fuck?” She shoved him hard in the chest. “I don’t know you. I’ve no intention of getting to know you. Back the fuck off.” She shoved him a little more.
Snake wrapped his arm around her waist, dragging her up against him. The helmet he held rubbed against her ass.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Showing you it was more than a stupid kiss.” Before she had the chance to protest, his lips were on hers.
At first Jessica started to fight, to kick and hit out at him. When his tongue ran over her bottom lip, she lost all the fight. He plundered her mouth, sinking his fingers into her hair. She gasped, and he took advantage by deepening the kiss.
The helmet was forgotten, and she heard it fall to the ground with a thunk. She didn’t have time to think about her helmet. His large hand covered her ass, gripping her tightly.
She kissed him back, unable to control the deep yearning that was washing over her. He held her tightly to him, rubbing his cock against her. The nurse’s scrubs she wore didn’t hide his arousal. He was rock hard, pressing against her.
Snake broke away from the kiss. His lips teasing back to her ear. “I bet if I was to put my hand against your pussy you’d be soaking wet.”
She tensed up, no longer wanting him touching her or anywhere near her. “And there you went and ruined it.” She kneed him in the balls, angry that he’d ruined a perfectly reasonable kiss. “That was a stupid kiss as well. You’re going to learn to keep your hands and lips to yourself, Snake. I don’t want them. I never want them.”
Bending down, she grabbed the helmet, placing it on her head. Straddling her bike, she didn’t pay him any attention as she left the hospital parking lot. Jessica was angry at herself and angry at Snake for knowing that her pussy was indeed soaking wet. What kind of friend was she that she couldn’t stop her body from responding to him? He was a man whore, the worst kind. Ever since Lydia fucked him, it was all Jessica had heard about. Snake this and Snake that. She was tired of hearing about the blasted man. Now he was kissing her, confusing her, and fucking insulting her.
No, she wouldn’t be giving in to the horrid man.
She parked up outside of her home. Pressing a button, she waited for the garage doors to open. Placing her pride and joy against her shit car, Jessica locked up the garage before heading inside.
Living alone had its perks. She didn’t have to worry about the time she kept, which meant extra shifts at the hospital. There was currently no man in her life, and she didn’t have to worry about keeping her legs shaved all the time.
Closing up the downstairs, she made herself a hot chocolate before going upstairs to her bathroom. She lived in a two bedroom home that she had a mortgage on. At twenty-nine years old, she was happy with the way her life was going. No stress, no chaos, and no bikers.
Running herself a bath, she placed her cup on the edge of the bath near the taps. Staring at her reflection in the mirror she saw the dark patches under her eyes. Sleep would take them away, but they’d be back again tomorrow. Her life had become nothing but work. She loved her work, and it was now her life.
Pulling the band from her hair, she fingered out the length of hair. Not a single grey in sight. She’d not been with a man for a long time, so long. It had to be at least a year since she last had the pleasure of a living, breathing man. She owned a vibrator, but the experience was pitiful in comparison.