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“I’m not feeling myself, I should probably go home.”
“Sure, I’ll take ya.” Skinner finishes his drink and stands up.
“No, you get back to the clubhouse. I’m going to drive myself and get an early night.”
He agrees easier than I thought he would and when he walks me out to my car, I notice the light on in the motel room where Jamie is staying. I politely kiss Skinner on his cheek and get into my driver's seat. He stands and watches me for a while as I pull off and head toward home. And I watch in my rearview mirror until he finally backs away and heads into the clubhouse.
I make a sharp right, and back around on myself, driving through the back street of town and parking beside the dumpsters that are lined up behind the motel. I can’t risk going around the front and being seen, so I count the tiny bathroom windows until I figure which one is his, then climb up onto one of the trash-filled dumpsters and knock.
Ilie on my bed, drinking a bottle of Jim Beam and staring at the blank TV screen. I’m starting to regret coming back here. Skinner’s making it clear who Mia belongs to, and he’s got the whole club on his side, including Mia’s brother.
I got jackshit. Trust has to be earned and there’s not enough time to do it, not when all I wanna do is touch her.
I want to know what Mia is doing entertaining this guy. He doesn’t make her eyes sparkle the way I do.
She doesn’t smile when she’s around him unless she glances away to look at me. I can’t think of a way for me to get her without kicking up dust and plucking out feathers.
The sharp, loud tap that comes from my bathroom has me getting up to check it out, and when I notice a shadow on the other side of the frosted window, curiosity has me opening it.
“Jeezzz, how long did that take?” Mia rolls her eyes as she starts to squeeze her body through the tiny window, and despite being a little shocked, I take her hand and help her onto her feet.
“What are you doing here?” I laugh to myself, not only is it good to see her, but the effort she’s gone to is flattering.
“We’re friends, aren't we?” She smiles, and deciding that I ain’t gonna waste another second wondering, I grab her by the waist, tug her onto my body and see if her lips taste as good as I remember.
I lift her by her ass and balance her on the basin, kissing her neck and feeling her through the tight t-shirt she’s wearing.
“You still want me to fuck you?” I ask, sliding my hand between her legs and cupping her through her jeans. The way her hand tugs my belt answers my question, and I let her unleash me, taking me in her palm and pumping me through her fist.
“You got a rubber?” she asks, shocking me when she pushes me back through the door into the bedroom. Another hard shove of her palm has me falling back onto the bed and she climbs on top of me, sitting back on my thighs, so I can watch her get back to pulling me through her fingers.
I nod my head and reach over to where my wallet rests on the nightstand. Taking out the rubber, I rip it open with my teeth and slide it over my hard shaft. I watch her stand up, strip out of her clothes, and straddle me again. She’s got that dirty smile on her lips, and I wait for her to line my cock up with her pussy, ready to take me before I flip her onto her back and take the control away from her.
“You asked me to fuck you, remember?” Gripping her soft, blonde hair between my fingers, I slowly push myself inside her, taking pleasure in every inch she takes. She arches her back and moans when I’m fully inside her, and I swear I ain’t ever felt a more satisfying feeling.
I realize as her eyes meet mine, and glisten with that same satisfaction, that I don’t want to just fuck her. I want to give this woman everything.
“What?” She smiles at me like she’s about to laugh.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” I tell her, keeping a serious look on my face and not caring if she mocks me for it. I love Mia’s sense of humor, but there are some things she should take seriously. The way I feel about her is one of those things.
I bury my head into her neck, kissing her skin while I continue to roll my hips against hers. Not too fast, not too slow, just enough to keep us both on the edge and when I feel her body start to tremble and her pussy start to pulse, I make my thrusts hit a little harder.
She grips my arms so tight I swear her nails cut my skin, and when she screams my name and pulls me down so she can bite my shoulder, I feel my whole body stiffen as I release myself. I stare down at her as I try and catch my breath back, and when I realize what it is I’m feeling for her, it scares the crap out of me.
* * *
“I came back for you,” I confess to her, sliding my fingers through hers and staring at our hands as I answer the question she asked me back at the garage, more honestly.
“I’m glad you did.” She twists her head to look up at me and I kiss the smile on her lips because right now, in this moment, it feels like it belongs to me.
“What's the story with you and Skinner?” I know I’m gonna regret asking, but I have to know.
“He likes me, and my brother seems to think I should date him.” She tries brushing it off, but I’m not buying that shit.
“You don’t strike me as the kind of girl who does as she’s told, so what's the real story?”
“I could tell ya, but it’ll ruin the moment.” She shifts her body so her chin rests on my chest.
