"You're up early," he said hoarsely. He nuzzled his face in her hair. "Did you sleep good?"
She tilted her head up and kissed his chin. "Oh yeah. I hope I didn't wake you. You looked so peaceful as you slept."
"You didn't wake me up." He took her hand and put it on his hard shaft. "My dick wants more of your sweet pussy." He rolled her over on her back and loomed over her, lowering his head to capture her lips.
She chuckled. "You're so bad."
"Fuck yeah."
Then his tongue made a searing path down her ribs, to her stomach, and finally to her aching mound. She pushed her head further into the pillow, closed her eyes, and reveled in all the wickedly delicious sensations building in her body, releasing herself completely to his touch.
After a couple hours, Kimber slipped her dress over her head, loving the way Throttle watched her every move. For now, he seemed fascinated with her, and she had to admit she was hooked on him. She wasn't sure if he saw her as something more than a good fuck, but he certainly acted attentive and interested. Just have a good time and don't put pressure on you or him. You know how his world is.
"What're you thinking about? Your face is so serious, and you got that cute frown that means something's on your mind."
She smiled. "It's nothing. I was just thinking about school and my project." She turned away so he couldn't see the deception in her eyes. "I need to be going." She zipped up her boots.
"We're gonna go for a ride."
She pointed to her dress. "Like this? I don't think so. Anyway, I have some work to do on my project."
"I'll follow you home to change. I'm not asking you. I'm telling you we're going on a ride. I want you behind me, pressed against me."
"You love giving orders, don't you?" she asked, trying hard to hide the smile whispering on her lips.
Walking past her, he smacked her butt. "Let's go, babe."
* * *
She slipped her tool kit into her tote and walked out of her bedroom. "I haven't ridden bitch in years. I love riding on my own."
"I want you against me. I've only let one other woman ride with me, and that was a long time ago."
"So you're telling me I should be honored?"
"Damn straight."
"Were you born with your big-ass ego, or did you develop it as you grew?"
His lips curled in a smirk. "It's in my blood. What about you? Have you always been a smart-ass know-it-all?"
"Yep. My dad raised me the right way. He taught me that I could do anything I ever wanted as long as I believed in myself. For him, it didn't matter if I was a girl or a boy. He was the best."
In a heartbeat, Throttle was at her side, drawing her to him. He kissed her gently on her lips. "You're different from any other woman I've been with."
"How many have you been with?" She pressed closer to him.
"Too many to remember. They all mix together, but none of them held their own like you. The women I've known go out of their way to act stupid and helpless, and you do the opposite. And I like that you let up and realized you do need a man in your life."
"And that man is you?" She licked the top of his ear, then drew his earlobe in her mouth and sucked gently.
"Fuck yeah," he gritted. "And don't even think of being with another man." He pushed into her and his hardness poked at her soft flesh. A heated rush of desire flooded her, and she dug her nails in to his back. "Feels good, babe."
Breathless, she pulled away. "If you're trying to have me agree to ride with you, it's working."
"I already decided that. This is because I can't get enough of you. I don't know what the fuck you're doing to me, babe, but you're on my mind all the time."
"Even when you didn't call me? Admit you were too proud."
He moved the hair from the side of her neck and lavished the spot with slow, wet kisses. "I don't chase chicks." His lips on her skin vibrated when he spoke, and it sent shivers up her spine.
"Never?" She moved her head further to the side so he had access to all her sensitive spots that drove her wild.
"Nope." He pulled down the strap on her top, exposing her shoulder. Then he kissed it over and over before his mouth trailed up her neck, over her jawline, and landed on her soft lips.
She groaned in pleasure, her fingers tugging on his ponytail, then pushed herself away. "We better get going."
"What the fuck? You gonna leave me like this?" He cupped his hardness in his hand.
"Looks like I am." She laughed, grabbed her sunglasses, and opened the front door. "You coming?"
Shaking his head, he walked over, lowered his head, and kissed her hard, his hand tweaking her nipples. A rush of heat spread over her like a blowtorch and she began to move closer to him, but he opened the screen door and walked out into the brightness of the day. Taking several deep breaths to steady herself, she watched as he strode over to his Harley. Since she first saw his kickass bike, she'd wanted to feel it between her thighs. She'd never let on how stoked she was to ride on it, and she was actually thrilled to ride bitch, which surprised her.
Since she'd bought her own bike, she never wanted to ride behind a man anymore, and that had pissed the hell out of Chewy. She held firm to it, and not until she saw Throttle straddle his Harley had she even considered riding bitch again. The man was just as powerful as his iron machine, and she was falling for him.
"You coming?"
She nodded. "Just need to set the alarm." She didn't move, her body pulsing as she took him in: sunglasses on his tan face, his T-shirt pulled tight across a thickly muscled chest, and inked tattoo lines running out from under the fabric and down his arms. Damn, he's sexy. There was something about him that drove her wild, made her do irrational things. He had a dark vibe that gave off raw power, heat, and sinful intent, drawing her to him like a magnet.
"Babe? Did you forget your password? You're just standing in the doorway."
His voice broke through her heated thoughts. "No. I'm good." Just admiring you, that's all. She tore herself away from the door and, looking at him, set the alarm and locked the door behind her. "All set." She flashed him a smile while handing him her tote.
"Fuck. What the hell do you have in here?" He placed it in his saddlebag.
"Brought along some tools just in case."
He shook his head, then brushed his lips across hers. "You really are a kook, you know that? Damn, never thought I'd be with a woman who brought her own tools."
"You're getting used to me. That's cool."
"Yeah, pink hair and all."
She laughed and settled on the seat. When he got on, she wrapped her arms around his waist, loving how his hard ripples felt under her fingertips. With a jerk, the Harley roared to life and jumped away from the curb, speeding through the small streets of the town. When he pulled into the parking lot of a strip mall, she wondered what he was doing. After killing the switch, he helped her off the bike.
"What're we doing here?" she asked.
"I wanted to buy some booze for our outing." He grabbed her hand and they walked into the liquor store.
The blast of cold air felt good since the temperature had already crept up to ninety-five degrees. Throttle went straight to the whiskey aisle, Kimber following behind him. While he was looking through the various bottles, she noticed a tall, striking woman staring at them. She had dark brown hair, shapely legs that went on forever, big breasts, and a small waist-a biker's wet dream. She strolled over to Throttle. "Hi again," she said, lightly touching his shoulder and ignoring Kimber.
Throttle spun around, his face turning hard when he saw the woman. "Hey." He turned back to studying the whiskey.
The woman inched closer. "What're you up to?" Her hand moved from his shoulder to his tatted bicep.
His sigh was audible, and Kimber saw him scrub his hand over his face. "We're in a liquor store so it's a no-brainer-getting booze." He gripped a bottle of Jack and grinned at Kimber. "Finally found it. Fuck, they shove the good stuff to the back. Damn weird."
She smiled, encircling her arm around his taut waist. Hating herself for acting like she was back in high school, she wanted this big-busted woman to know that Throttle was hers-at least for today. Kimber wondered if the woman had been one of his bedmates who he hadn't bothered to call back. That I-really-love-you look glimmered in her eyes, and Kimber almost felt sorry for her until the woman finally acknowledged her by sizing her up and turning up her nose in disgust. It was at that moment that Kimber decided the woman was a bitch and deserved whatever it was Throttle had done.