Meg was all natural, all woman, and I wanted her to be mine.
She turned me on like no woman ever had. When we fucked, I was fucking to leave marks, a makeshift brand on her that would tell the whole damned world I owned her. I fucked to make her convulse and scream herself hoarse. Mostly, I fucked to make her shout my name, the only name I ever wanted hanging on her lips while she pinched her arms and legs around me tight and lost control.
Yeah, it was insane, stupid, and a thousand shades of wrong. Just then, I didn't give a single shit.
I squeezed my bike's bars so damned hard the vibrations of the road shook my heart, and it still wasn't enough to wipe her outta my system.
I didn't give a fuck about senseless. I only cared about keeping her safe, keeping her in my world, never letting go. My eyes followed the faded lines on the road 'til I was almost in a trance, all I could do to keep myself from pulling into the nearest lookout, dragging her into the woods, and making her realize I hadn't said shit about my payment.
The money was for the club. She'd handle that one way or another. Me?
I wanted her naked and fused to my cock, legs spread wide while I rammed my dick into her and emptied every last drop of come from my balls in her *, her mouth, all over her perfect fucking skin.
I'd saved her several times. Something about that made it even more fucked up that I wanted to ruin her, wanted to drag her away from her prissy little world forever, into the darkness with me. I wanted her in my bed forever, the bed she belonged in, where she'd wear my brand and call me her old man. And she'd fucking love it every time.
Fuck. I shook off the twisted fantasies long enough to see the signs growing more frequent.
We were approaching Knoxville when I spied the little filling station. I made a hard turn into it. Filled up my half-depleted tank, everything I'd need for the ride home, when I had a lot less precious cargo on my bike and a whole lot more hell on my brain.
Meg never even got off to stretch. She was staring down at the pavement when I paid and got back on the bike, ready for the home stretch.
“Babe, you should be the happiest woman in the world when you get home and that gate slams shut behind you. Why the fuck don't you look it?”
“I can't forget last night,” she said, looking up and locking eyes with me. “I'll never forget you, Skin. What we did...”
She gnawed at her bottom lip. My whole cock ached, remembering what those sweet lips felt like gliding along my flesh.
Fuck me. Of all the excuses I'd expected her to give, it wasn't that.
I reached up and palmed her face, feeling her sweet cheek on my fingers. If only for the last time.
“No regrets, yeah? I wouldn't have done shit if I knew it was gonna make you hurt more. You need to get over everything that happened and live your life, baby. It won't be easy. But you'll do it. You're one helluva woman – a survivor. Anything you do after all the shit you've suffered is gonna feel like a stroll instead of a frantic fucking sprint to the bitter end.”
“I know,” she said softly, rubbing her face into my skin. “It's the end I'm worried about. The end of us...before we've even started. I mean, if there was an us. You know what I mean, yeah?”
My eyes narrowed. She had me by the balls, but I played dumb. Showing her any of the flames pouring through my blood right now wouldn't do a damned lick of good.
It would only make it harder to close the book on this, harder for her to heal, to forget, to move the fuck on like she needed to.
“I know two healthy people shared a bed for a few nights and did what people do. That's it. It ain't nothing to worry about, woman, and it sure as shit ain't anything to cry over.”
Fuck if my words did any good when I felt the warm, salty wetness rolling down my finger, a single teardrop slipping out the corner of her eye.
I wiped it away and squeezed her cheek one more time, drawing my face into hers. “Give me one more kiss. One for the road.”
She did. We kissed long and hard, absorbed in this wild thing we had, oblivious to the impatient prick in the pickup behind us, waiting for my pump. I pulled her into me and really fucking kissed her.
Hotter and harder than the night before. More intense than I'd ever kiss a woman for as long as I lived, tracing her tongue with mine for a few sweet seconds, then leading it around and around in a dance we'd both dream about 'til we jerked awake in a cold sweat.
“I'm not going to forget this,” she said, her voice a harsh whisper.