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Harlan
I lean against the door, crossing my arms and glaring at her. She glares right back. She probably has no idea what I’m even upset about but she doesn’t care. She’s ready to take me on anyway.
“Grow the fuck up,” I snap at her and she sucks in a deep lungful of air in shock.
She hisses, “What?”
“I said, grow the fuck up,” I repeat, enunciating every word carefully.
“Grow up? Grow up? Excuse me? I can’t believe—”
I cut her off with a snort. “Drop the surprise act with me, sister. I know you aren’t that stupid. There’s some part of you that realizes that you’re living in a fantasy world here. You’ve had such a fucked up life up to this point, you’re overcompensating for it. You’re escaping into this make-believe world of the Black Fist MC, where you can just sit around and have big ol’ bikers serve you hand and foot. I think you’ve started to believe that shit you read on your goddamn Kindle.”
“It isn’t…shit,” she gets out, her voice catching partway through and I search her face for tears, but if she’s fighting them back, she’s doing a damn good job of winning.
“Your Kindle stories are nothing but bullshit. You’ve decided that my MC is where you’re going to hide your head in the sand, but I say no. I can’t just pretend to kidnap you for the rest of your life!”
“You’re just jealous because you had to share me last night,” she shot back. “You’re probably not used to having to share your women like that, are you?”
She stares at me and I at her, and the air is thick with tension and anger and lust so thick, you could set a dick upright in it. At least, that’s the excuse I'm using as to why my dick is straining against the fly of my jeans.
She has a point about last night. Oh, I'm always up for a round of gangbanging the hanger-ons, but they didn’t matter. They were exchangeable, unforgettable, an object to be fucked and to bring pleasure to, but...
Becca is different. She isn’t a hanger-on. I don’t know how to say this without sounding like a lovesick idiot, so I keep my yapper shut.
And still, we continue to stare at each other.
She moves first. I mean, if we’re going to keep track (and I think we should) she’s the one who moved toward me first. Just a tiny bit but I sense it and then I am scooping her up in my arms and carrying her over to the bed, her body cradled against mine, her lips underneath mine, and I’m groaning with need as I slide her down the front of me.
Sometimes, all you need is a deep dicking, or so it seems to me.
11
Becca
"I need to grow the fuck up, huh?" I can't help but repeat that shit, breaking our kiss. I so do not think I'm in a book. Harlan, he kisses me like he needs me to fucking breathe. And ... well, while that's both flattering and totally how I feel when his lips are on me, I'm also reminded of how I wanted to tease him. He just slides me over his cock and thinks because I acted like I couldn't live without that dick before that I can't now? God, my pussy is aching for him and I'm soaking wet. But, like, I'm here to tease, okay? I'll be strong, just long enough to get some of that fire he had earlier aimed back in my direction. Then, I'm riding that cock like I'm getting a prize. Umm, because I am. I'm going to bounce on that big biker cock and show him how much I like it—and not because I'm hiding, but because I've found something.
Fuck.
"I think so," Harlan says. He's trying to be gruff but I can hear how hot he is right now. His hands close over my ass and he pulls me back over his cock.
I wiggle away and sit above it. Look how strong I'm being. I suck in my lower lip and steady myself, because I can't tease him much longer without exploding, myself. "I think I need you to fuck me, and I don't think that has anything to do with me wanting to escape." Fuck, the head of his cock is so close to my pussy, I can almost feel the heat from it. Like, maybe I am feeling it, or maybe I'm imagining it.
"Oh yeah?" Harlan reaches one hand behind his back and tugs off his shirt.
"Yeah. The only thing it has to do with is me needing you to fuck me." I look at his rock hard abs, and pull my own shirt over my head to hide my inhale at the sight of his toned body and what it is doing to me and my willpower. I start to undo my bra but he grabs it and tears it off. It's like he is Kryptonite to clothes. One touch, and they're gone.
"Well, I'm not going to fuck you," Harlan says in a long drawl.
My jaw drops. I can't help it. I'm trying to tease him, and he's going to turn me down? My pride is nearly wounded. But there's a glint in his eyes that tells me to shut my mouth, hold my tongue for now.
"Yet," Harlan says with a wicked grin.
Oh, thank fucking god. "You're fucking with me instead?" I let out a nervous giggle. Harlan isn't like other guys...he's so much fucking more, and I start to wonder if I'm in over my head. If I am, well, that's fine by me. I'll be out of my mind to pass up fucking him, however he wants to tease me. The teasing experiment will have to get a fail for today, but I'm certain that given another chance I can try again and succeed. Right now, I'm putty in his hands.
"I'm going to eat that pussy first." Harlan tucks his thumbs in my jeans and gets down on his knees to get the zipper, and pulls off my pants. I gasp and like some kind of fool, almost fall over.
