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It had been too long.
“You touched yourself since I’ve been gone?” he asked, instantly making my cheeks flush.
Ham was unashamed of the words that came out of his mouth, but I still needed a little prompting when it came to the kind of talk that he loved.
Can’t really escape that kind of stuff with bikers.
They tend to be the hard and rough, give no fucks, kind of men as opposed to the sweet, sensual, take it slow kind.
One of Ham’s hands reached up, and he plucked at my nipple, the slight pain sending a jolt of excitement down to my pussy, making it tighten just a little, right on the edge of an orgasm.
He pulled back, but I grabbed his wrist. “Please,” I pleaded, pouting, desperate to have some kind of relief.
“Can’t hear you,” he whispered with a dirty smirk, dipping his head and flicking his tongue over my clit just once.
“Fuck me. Touch me. Lick me. Do something, please!”
He pulled his fingers from my pussy, and just as I was about to whimper in disappointment, he started to rub back and forth against my clit.
My hands gripped the sheets, the slow build that had started was nothing now to the wave which was washing over me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I cursed, feeling like I couldn’t breathe as I hit the high, my skin burning, my body electrified and off the charts.
“Meyah,” he whispered, but my eyes were still shut, and I was still riding the wave into shore. My hips were moving against his hand, my heart racing.
“Meyah.”
I moaned, not wanting for this to end, to have to face reality again.
Reality?
The banging was back.
“Meyah! Come on. Open up. I forgot my key.”
Dakota?
Oh, my fucking God.
I leaped up out of bed. My night-shirt was still on. I was wearing underwear, but I was strangely aware of how wet it was.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the door to find my best friend staring pointedly at me.
“I have been banging forever. Do you sleep like a rock or what?”
I forced a laugh, closing the door behind her as she strolled in, looking past her to see the time on the clock reading 11:00 a.m. “Sorry, I must have been tired.”
“You want to go get some coffee?” she asked, climbing up onto her bed and reaching over to pull the curtains open.
“Yeah, uh… can I just run and have a shower first?”
“Sure.”
I grabbed my shower caddy and towel and rushed out of the room and down the hall, taking a deep breath as I looked at my flushed cheeks in the bathroom mirror.
I missed him.
God, I fucking missed him.
It hurt my chest.
I wanted to yell and scream at him, but at the same time, I knew how good it would feel to just have his arms around me.
Why did it have to be so hard to be strong?
Tears started to burn at my eyes.
I was so fucking messed up.
Imagining him coming here. Touching me.
I wiped the tears from my eyes and turned on the shower—to cold.
