“You up for a ride with me?” My lips brush against her ear and she nods. “You been on a bike before?”
“Yes. One of the guys from work gave me a lift home one day.”
“Mine is the only motorcycle you ride on, baby.” A wave of jealousy rides through me at the thought of her body pressed against another man while on his fucking bike.
She spins to face me, my hands sliding along her body as she moves. Lust fills her eyes, and her lips part. She is turned on by my demand and hell, that makes this so fucking hot.
“Even if he is a friend?” she quizzes, and I nod.
“Even then, baby.”
Her brow arches up in a challenge and I smirk knowing that I am about to get a fiery Stevie.
“Does that mean that no other woman gets on the back of this beauty?”
“It does,” I admit.
She huffs, before stepping back.
“We’ll see. I know how bikers work when it comes to women they sleep with, Crash. I am not naïve. Hell, I have read many biker romance books and see how the bikers who come through here work.”
I laugh, making her frown, so I hold my hands up in surrender.
“I am not laughing at you, babe, but I have read some of the biker books you women read. Believe me, not all of them are close to what we go through in real life. And as for what you have seen with the clubs that pass through Phoenix, I am not like them. Sure, I am no saint when it comes to women, but I am not nearly as bad as some of my brothers,” I inform her.
She regards me for a short time before she nods, and turns back to my bike.
“Let’s get this baby on the road.” She grins at me.
“Fuck, you are perfect, you know that?”
“Wait until after you see what I can eat before you make that decision, biker boy.” She winks, stepping closer to my bike and placing her purse in my saddle bag.
Her ass looks good in those jeans— like they were made just for her. The round, juicy globes call to me, to be bitten and spanked. That is not something I am usually into, but seeing her bend over my bike is damn sexy.
Lowering my voice. “I like a girl who eats.”
She shivers, but says nothing, her dark eyes telling me everything I need to know.
“Here.” I dig out a helmet, which I borrowed from Madalyn, until I can get her one of her own.
Swinging my leg over my bike, I nod to her to do the same.
“Whose is this?” She holds the helmet, her shoulders tight.
“Target’s Ol’ Lady’s— her name is Madalyn, and she would kick my ass if I let you on my bike without one.”
Satisfied with my reply, she slips it on her head. I reach to click the strap under her chin before she can. My knuckles brush against her skin, drawing out a shiver from her.
“Feet on the pegs, and watch for the hot pipe.” With a nod, I watch as she slings her leg over my bike, her body pressing against the back of mine.
Fuck, she feels good. Her breasts press against my back, her thighs cradle mine, while her arms snake around my waist. My cock is throbbing behind the zipper of my jeans and I am not sure I will make it through watching her eat. Seeing her lick her lips while eating…
I love a chick who is not afraid to eat. It fucking turns me on seeing a woman taken care of, eating her fill of her favorite foods. Call me weird, I don’t give a fuck.
“You ready?”
“Yes,” she says, her lips brushing against my neck.
