Reese shakes his head as he pulls the chair out for me. I nod my goodbyes and walk in step with him to his bike as he guides me with a palm to my back. I slide onto his bike with ease after he straps his helmet on me, choosing not to say anything about him not having one for himself. It sounds like something a mom would say, and that’s the last image I want to put in his head when it comes to me.
I knowIdon’t want to think of myself as a cougar of any sort. The thought has me shuddering all over again.
“Cold?”
I shake my head but realize he can’t see me. “No.”
He nods, then grabs my legs to pull me toward him more. Not that I wasn’t already plastered to him, but I don’t mind. Especially when he squeezes my thigh a few times. I swear I hear him chuckle after my pussy pulsates from his actions.
The ride is just as amazing as the last time. I’ve never been on a bike, but I get the appeal of it. There always seems to be some kind of freedom attached to a bike that you can’t get in a car. Had I known that it was also like riding a freaking vibrator, I would have bought myself one a long time ago.
When he pulls up to my house, I note my neighbors’ curtains pulled back a bit to look out. Typical. They live to be nosy, and I bet the sound of a motorcycle is just enough to get them up and gossiping around. No doubt calling their friends to talk all about it with their own speculation. I just ignore them, as I do often enough, and get off the back, still amazed that I can do it without falling. It’s not that I have two left feet, but you try sitting on a bike after a leg day from hell like I had yesterday. Not only am I still sore, but I don’t think I’ve ever spread my legs that wide before. Hell, even during sex, there’s minimal spreading.
And ain’t that a crime?
For once, I agree with my inner goddess.
I turn to hand him the helmet as I grab my house keys out of my purse and take a step back. Reese is already off his bike and standing right behind me.
“Oh, I wasn’t expecting you to come in.”
He raises an eyebrow at that, and I find myself floundering to fill the silence.
“I just meant that I really do have school tomorrow, and I need to get my sleep.”
He still says nothing, just continues to stare.
“I, um, I don’t think I’m ready for more right now. Not that what happened wasn’t great, and it’s not like Idon’twant more, but I don’t run on less than a solid eight hours of sleep, and if you and I got started, who knows how long it could last?”
Why isn’t he saying anything?Even my inner goddess is freaking out by his lack of response.
“Not that I’m expecting it to last all night.” Crap, now he’s frowning. My hands even start to panic as I try to wave off the bad words coming out of my mouth. “Not saying you can’t. Most don’t. Hell, most take less than twenty minutes.”
Shut up. Shut up. Shut. Up!
I take a breath and puff out my cheeks like a freaking chipmunk. Might not look sexy, but at least it’s keeping me from spouting any more crap. I really don’t know what’s going on with me right now.Invasion of the Body Snatchersstrikes again, it seems.
He shakes his head before he snatches my keys out of my hands. “Twenty minutes wouldn’t even be long enough for me to eat you out before I take you,” he says in passing.
My jaw drops, and I turn my head to watch him unlock my house and let himself in.
Who knows how long I stand there—well, I bet my neighbors do. Me? I have no clue, as I’m dumbstruck till he hollers for me to close the door before I let all the AC out.
I don’t even realize I’m moving till I find the door locked behind me and I’m walking to my bedroom. Don’t ask me how I know that’s where he is—I just do. And I’m not wrong.
I watch with wide eyes as he undresses to everything but his boxer briefs and climbs under the covers. He looks over at me with a soft smile.
“Not expecting anything, Troublemaker. But I ain’t giving up an opportunity to be with my girl for a night.”
“Your girl?” Somehow that smirk on his lips when he says it is just the right thing I need to get my head back on straight. Or at least a little clearer. Got a feeling that now that Reese is more than just Jules’s biker friend, my brain is always going to be foggy where he’s concerned.
“Damn straight. Now get your sexy ass over here so I can get my beauty rest.”
I roll my eyes because the guy could go a week without sleep and would probably look even yummier than he does now. Which is pretty damn yummy with all that tattooed flesh on display against my dark blue sheets.
Pretty sure sleep is the last thing I’ll be getting tonight.
One can hope.
