Blaze groaned loudly, thrusting inside me like an animal. There was no gentleness anymore, no politeness, no treating me with kid gloves because of what had just happened with Billy. We fucked each other like we had on the car, not caring about anything except our own pleasure. I felt myself rising higher and higher, riding the wave of my orgasm until I crashed hard, falling over the edge. I heard myself scream as it worked its way through my entire body.
Finally, Blaze arched up, thrusting into me to the hilt. “Oh God, yes, Dani,” he yelled, collapsing on top of me when he came. I could feel our hearts against each other, his sweat clinging to me, the sex smell in the room intoxicating. Time seemed to stand still, and then he looked at me with those blue eyes, and brought his lips to mine. I felt his cock soften inside me, but he didn’t move.
“That was great,” I whispered, still in a haze from my orgasm.
“Shit,” he said. “That was incredible.” He kissed my cheek before lifting himself up and pulling out of me, walking to the bathroom before joining me back in bed. “Here,” he said softly, handing me a warm hand towel to clean myself up, and I couldn’t help but giggle.
“What?” he asked, slipping under the down comforter. “Ooh, this is so soft.”
I laughed, louder now. “You’re such a sweet little biker,” I said.
Blaze chuckled. “Hey, I don’t get nice shit like this often,” he said. “I can enjoy it.” He pulled the comforter up over his chest and sunk back into the pillows. “I’m secure in my masculinity.”
“Yes, clearly.”
“Get over here.” Blaze pulled the covers back and drew me toward him, and I snuggled up against him, wondering how the hell I'd ended up here after last night. He pressed up against me, his body right next to mine from his toes all the way to his head, like he didn’t want to let go of any part of me. I relaxed into him. It had been a dizzying, overwhelming twenty-four hours, and I drifted off to sleep, barely aware of the jazz music still playing in the background as the darkness enveloped me.
I opened my eyes and stretched. Damn. I felt better rested than I had in years. That was some sex. Dani. The bed was empty. Standing up, I walked into the bathroom to take a leak.
“Hey Dani,” I called. “That’s the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a long time. You get all the credit for that, sweetheart.” Her, and the bed. That was the best mattress I’d slept on in my life.
There was no response. “Dani?”
I walked out of the room naked, and saw the note on the table. “Shit.”
Had to run. You were dead to the world, so I didn’t want to wake you.
Thanks for everything.
~ Dani
P.S. I already checked out. Sorry I snotted on you.
She signed it with a heart. Goddamn it. I felt a little disappointed she was gone, and that surprised me. I turned the paper over in my hand. No phone number, nothing. I didn’t even know her last name. Shit. Dani was different than the kind of girls I hooked up with-she was tough, but still sweet, not used up and hard like the girls who hung around the clubhouse. The best of them seemed trashy in comparison.
After I watched her turn into this place last night, I’d ridden on for a good fifteen miles, kicking myself for letting her go. I couldn’t believe I had just screwed a girl like that on the side of the road, or hell, that a girl like that had let me screw her on the hood of her car. I couldn’t shake her, and I got hard just thinking about what I wanted to do to her. So I thought, fuck the clubhouse, they can wait. Then I turned around.
I had expected more of the same from her as that afternoon-a good lay from a college girl with nice tits and a pretty face. I was as shocked as she was by what had happened. I wasn’t exactly the romantic type, but when I saw the bruises around her neck, I just felt so...pissed off. I couldn’t believe some guy had done that to her. I couldn’t help myself, then. I just wanted to put my arms around her, even when she started crying. Especially when she started crying. That wasn't like me at all.
Damn it. I hadn't figured she would leave before me. Girls weren’t usually the ones that left; I was the one who always did the leaving. It felt weird to be on the other side of things, in an empty room by myself. I pulled on my clothes, half-considering sitting in that bathtub again. The dirty biker taking a bubble bath. Dani thought it was funny, and it was. I chuckled, thinking about the look on her face. Hey, it was kind of cool to take a bath in this big room with a girl like that. It wasn't like I’d ever get the chance to do it again; I wasn’t made for this kind of fancy shit anyway.
I checked my watch as I headed out the door. It was two in the afternoon. I needed to get a move on. Mad Dog would go ballistic if I didn’t show up tonight. Then again, if I told him I was late because I was banging a rich girl on the hood of her convertible, he’d probably laugh.