"And I'm not letting you out of this room until you admit it."
I watched as he unbuttoned my blouse. Then he kissed my chest, thumbing my nipples through my lace bra. They stood up for him immediately. He pulled one into his mouth and flicked his tongue against it, making me moan in pleasure. He pressed my legs apart, rubbing me through my riding pants. I moaned, feeling myself get instantly wet.
He didn't do anything else for the longest time. Just rubbed me softly through my clothes. I wanted more pressure. I wanted him. I was already on the edge as he kissed my throat and breasts, suckling my hard nipples again and again.
"Anything you want to tell me?"
I moaned and he laughed, pulling my bra down to feast on my breasts. He kept the same maddeningly slow pace as he stroked me between my legs. I was rocking my hips against his hand but it was futile. He was going to keep me on the edge like this for hours. He was going to make me say it.
It was going to be a very, very long night.
Two Weeks Later
Daniel
Francesca stood in my bedroom in an ivory silk dress, looking like a statue. Her golden hair was loose, her tawny skin glowing, her deep blue eyes subtly lined, and her lips a dark red. She looked good enough to eat. In fact, I'd been trying to take her to bed and gobble her up. But she wanted to talk.
Now of all times, she wanted to talk.
"It's been four weeks. Hand it over."
I grumbled as I pulled the chain over my head. Francesca may have admitted she loved me that night two weeks ago, but she was still a flight risk. The girl was as skittish as a foal.
The past few weeks had been bliss. We rode together. Read the paper in bed. Argued and discussed things. And had mind boggling sex. Lots and lots of sex.
I did not want the four weeks to be up. I did not want to give her the key. I wanted to marry her and make a baby with her. I still needed time to convince her. Or knock her up, whichever came first.
But a deal was a deal.
I dropped the key and the chain into her hands. She smiled at me coyly before walking to the door. I thought she was going to leave. Instead she bent over. It took me a moment to realize she had used the key to lock it.
My mouth was open as she turned to face me. She slipped the chain over her neck as she started to pull her clothes off. My jaw dropped as she stripped for me, making me hard in an instant.
"Now it's my turn to keep you locked inside."
Relief flooded my chest.
"You aren't leaving?"
She shook her head slowly.
"For how long?"
She shrugged.
"As long as you keep me satisfied."
I grinned.
"Woman, that is not going to be a problem."
"If you say so."
"I damn well do."
She walked past me and lay down on the bed. I was still frozen in place as she crooked her finger at me.
"Prove it Cowboy."
I growled and climbed on top of her. I didn't need to be told twice. Like I said, I was not a stupid man.
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Ride With Me
Joanna Blake
Chapters
Chapter One - Dangerous Chapter Two - Impetuous Chapter Three - Scandalous Chapter Four - Hellacious Chapter Five - Flirtatious Chapter Six - Cantankerous Chapter Seven - Curious Chapter Eight - Tumultuous Chapter Nine - Adventurous Chapter Ten - Spontaneous Chapter Eleven - Circuitous
Chapter Twelve - Fortuitous
Six months later
Chapter One Jake
I gripped the handlebars of my Harley, my calloused hands barely feeling the strain of riding all day. My heavily muscled forearms were tanned where they peeked out of my broken in black leather jacket. It was almost too warm for the jacket. I could have done with just a vest. But if I didn't wear it, I'd have to pack it.
And I liked to travel light.
Material possessions didn't mean anything to me. I had a handful of worn in clothes. A phone, my boots and my bike. That's it. I moved from place to place when the urge struck me.
And it struck often.
Nothing had any permanence in this life and that's the way I liked it. Easy come, easy go. I had a take it as it comes attitude when it came to clothes, personal belongings, friends and women.
Especially women.
In fact, I had just taken off from my last apartment when Suzy, one of the girls who hung around the bar I worked in, got a little too clingy. Hell, she got a lot too clingy. She'd started acting like she was my girlfriend.
I snorted. A girlfriend. That was a laugh. I didn't believe in relationships.
Hell, I didn't believe in much of anything.
A good beer, a good meal, a good lay. That and the feeling of my bike between my legs, hugging the road, riding like the wind. I liked to go fast.
I got a lot of traffic tickets. But that was okay. I could afford it.
Hell, the family lawyer was on retainer whether I used him or not. As aggravating as my family was at times, that lawyer had come in handy after a bar fight or twelve. Especially the time I broke a guys jaw for hitting a woman in the parking lot.