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“Meaning?” She issued another shrug, but her mouth was pinched. My bestie was keeping a secret from me. “Spill it.”
After Jessie stopped at a red light, she lifted her sunglasses, giving me the most over-dramatized wink. “Let’s just say I have an up close and personal friendship with Randy’s thick. Leather. Belt.”
“What? Are you serious?”
“Hey, I’m a regular bad girl,” she purred.
“That I know all too well.” My thoughts drifted to Carter, closing my eyes and envisioning the man holding a leather strap in his hand. My vision quickly faded when I realized he’d been wearing a canvas belt. No, he wasn’t my fantasy man at all.
“Very funny. I’ll have you know that his behavior modification attempts, as he calls our three times a week sessions, have improved my attitude significantly.”
I wasn’t entirely certain who she was trying to convince. “He actually said that, because if he did, the man is a liar.”
Giggling, she returned her glasses to their rightful position and pursed her lips, studying her lipstick in the rearview mirror. “Well, okay, so he did mention I might need four sessions a week.”
“Mmm… Four a week. I can’t even imagine, but that sounds amazing.” I wiggled in the seat, trying to imagine the dazzling sensations.
Jessie popped me on the arm before smashing her foot down on the accelerator, the car lurching forward. “Wow. Why didn’t you tell me you were into being spanked? I love when he uses his belt, but he has this most incredible paddle. Darlin’, you should see the welts on my ass from last night’s severe whipping.”
I wanted nothing more than to slink down further into the seat, even all the way to the floor. We were on a crowded street at lunchtime at the tail end of the business district. Given the shrill tone of Jessie’s voice, I would guess that of the thirty of the people snapping their heads in our direction, at least twenty-nine of them heard every word. Thank God, she was driving like a bat out of hell. “Slow down.”
“You know how I get when I’m excited. We should compare notes. Hey, if that dud of a boyfriend of yours doesn’t want to spank you, maybe I could ask Randy to help out. Imagine two bad girls getting punished at the same time. Wouldn’t that be a hoot?”
The crazy thing was that Jessie was actually serious. Her lead foot continued as she moved out of the fashionable section of town, heading to my neck of the woods. “No, that is not going to happen.” I continued laughing. How could I stop given her brazen attitude? Even the wicked fantasy side of me was unable to picture sharing such an intimate act with anyone. Intimate? Oh, shit. Carter and I had been intimate.
Just on an entirely different level than the majority of normal people.
I groaned as the sensations of heat sliding along the edge of my jaw all the way up both sides of my cheeks were a distinct reminder of the embarrassing moment.
“Party pooper,” Jessie teased. “But you need a real man. If this dude from last night isn’t the kind of man who is panty melting just from thinking about his name, dump him. My honest advice.”
“And the spanking? What if he was just into providing a discipline service?” I have no idea what prompted me to ask the question other than blatant curiosity. Or stupidity. But I did. Panty melting. No, Carter was many things but certainly hadn’t caused that kind of reaction.
“Girl, you need the whole package. You know what I’m talking about, va-va-va-voom, baby. Long legs and a tight ass, a package like nobody’s business and six-pack abs you want to pour a bottle of whiskey over, licking up every drop. One. Sinful. Bad. Boy.” Jessie was completely animated, her voice dropping to a dangerously husky level, both hands remaining far too long away from the steering wheel.
However, the words created a tingling sensation piping through every cell in my body. A hard body. A bad boy. Mmm… “Slow down, Jessie. There’s a light. Jessie!”
As she slammed down on the brakes, the back tires skid but she managed to stop only a few feet past the designated line. “What?” She fanned her face, laughing. “I’m serious and as usual, I’m right. Let’s hunt you down the perfect man.”
I was mortified as well as turned on. “I don’t need you hunting me a man.” Leaning my head against the seat, I allowed my imagination to wander.
“I know what I’m talking about. You don’t need a prissy dude. Just one fine-looking stud muffin from the wrong side of the tracks. They adore submissive women.”
“Who the hell said anything about being a submissive woman? And the wrong side of the tracks? Are you out of your freaking mind?”
Jessie yanked off her dark shades, a smile curling on her lip. “Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not talking about those assholes from the bar. I’m talking about a real man, one who doesn’t mind getting grease under his fingernails.”
“Right. Carter doesn’t mind getting dirt under his nails. That doesn’t make him a super stud.” I actually really liked Carter and would enjoy his friendship. Ugh.
Maybe.
“My, my, sugar candy,” she breathed. “Would you lookie over there, my BFF. That’s exactly the kind of man I’m talking about. Now, he is one. Hot. Man.” Her mouth pursed in a perfect ‘o,’ Jessie slid her index finger in and out as she made obnoxious sucking sounds, the sultry noise even heard over the rumble of an engine.
A motorcycle to be exact.
I tipped my head, my curiosity piqued. This time, I had to remove my sunglasses. The man across the street wasn’t just a regular guy. He was crouched behind one gorgeous Harley, both positioned in the parking lot of a small motel. From where I was, I could only see his face and shoulders, wide and brawny shoulders. And his face? It was like a Nordic God sent from the heavens: high cheekbones, chiseled jaw, an aristocratic nose, and the most sensuous full lips.
A shiver trickled all the way down from the back of my neck, shot down both legs, and curved until it rushed into my already damp pussy. His mass of shocking blond hair fell to just above his carved shoulder blades. This was every girl’s fantasy and I was wet and hot all over, my nipples tightening to the point they were aching. “Fuck. Me.”
