associated with.
He
leaned against the banister and shook his head. “I can’t fault you for who you
associate with. Hell, look at the jokers that follow me around.” He teased as
he pointed to the two guys behind him. They flipped him off, but they were also
smiling. “If I don’t see you before you leave tomorrow, we’ll catch up in
couple of weeks when school starts. We’ll leave the hardcore biker at home,
though.” He started laughing, and she smiled.
“See
you later.” She turned and headed back to where Lucien leaned against his
motorcycle. She didn’t want anything more than a friendship with Ritchie, and
after the awkward almost kiss he had given her, and
the issue with Lucien going all mercenary she knew that things would work out.
Ritchie seemed like a genuinely nice guy, and maybe that was what she needed in
her life. But even as she thought that and stared at Lucien, she knew that what
she wanted and what she needed in her life where two totally different things.
The more dangerous, “wrong” desire was what was winning.
He
was now standing by his bike, his arms crossed, a scowl on his face, and
looking every bit as badass as his reputation implied. She stopped in front of
him, stared into his silver eyes and waited for him to say something …
anything.
“Get
on.”
Callie
moved to the back of the bike, keeping her mouth shut because she just wanted
to have this night over with, and went to straddle the massive Harley. But
before she could get on it Lucien had his hands around her waist, and was
lifting her as easily as if she weighed nothing. Bracing her hands on the
leather seat in front of her, she stared at him with what she knew were wide
eyes.
“Here.”
He handed her the skullcap helmet, and once she had it on, he straddled the
bike. For a second she was a little taken aback at being this close to him on
his bike. Yeah, they had kissed, but for some reason this felt very intimate.
His body heat seeped into her. Callie’s thighs were on either side of him,
holding him close, and her pussy growing wet from the closeness of being here
with him. The big logo patch of The Brothers of Menace was etched into his cut,
and she stared at that worn leather vest with the slightly dirty patch, which showed
a phoenix and motorcycle.
“Unless
you want to fall off the back of the bike you need to hold on, Callie,” he said
gruffly, but didn’t turn around.
Looking
at his lean waist and swallowing, she reached around and wrapped her arms
around him. She shouldn’t be feeling this nervous around Lucien, especially
after what they had done this morning, but maybe that was why she felt this
way? And before she knew what he was doing he grabbed her hip and pulled her
forward. Her pussy came in contact with him. The scent of leather, cologne, and
oil filled her nose, and the feeling of him hard and tense underneath her hands
consumed her. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on anything but touching
him, and failing miserably. He had his hand on both of hers, had them pressed to the small cold buckle of his leather belt,
and she breathed in roughly. God, she needed to keep it together, and once she
was in her room she could break down, because right now she was on the edge and
toeing the line.
Chapter Seven
Callie
stepped into her dorm, glanced over her shoulder and saw Lucien standing by the
door. “I think I got it from here.” She tried to sound stronger, but having him
right behind her, looking at her like he could see right into her soul, was
unnerving in the best of ways. She wanted to still be angry with him for just
showing up and acting like her father, telling her what she should and
shouldn’t do, or who she should talk with, yet she couldn’t help but remember
the fact he had said he cared about her.
The
ride to her dorm had only been a ten minute trip, but for those few moments she
had held onto Lucien tightly. She thought about a life where nothing stood in
their way and they
He
leaned against the banister and shook his head. “I can’t fault you for who you
associate with. Hell, look at the jokers that follow me around.” He teased as
he pointed to the two guys behind him. They flipped him off, but they were also
smiling. “If I don’t see you before you leave tomorrow, we’ll catch up in
couple of weeks when school starts. We’ll leave the hardcore biker at home,
though.” He started laughing, and she smiled.
“See
you later.” She turned and headed back to where Lucien leaned against his
motorcycle. She didn’t want anything more than a friendship with Ritchie, and
after the awkward almost kiss he had given her, and
the issue with Lucien going all mercenary she knew that things would work out.
Ritchie seemed like a genuinely nice guy, and maybe that was what she needed in
her life. But even as she thought that and stared at Lucien, she knew that what
she wanted and what she needed in her life where two totally different things.
The more dangerous, “wrong” desire was what was winning.
He
was now standing by his bike, his arms crossed, a scowl on his face, and
looking every bit as badass as his reputation implied. She stopped in front of
him, stared into his silver eyes and waited for him to say something …
anything.
“Get
on.”
Callie
moved to the back of the bike, keeping her mouth shut because she just wanted
to have this night over with, and went to straddle the massive Harley. But
before she could get on it Lucien had his hands around her waist, and was
lifting her as easily as if she weighed nothing. Bracing her hands on the
leather seat in front of her, she stared at him with what she knew were wide
eyes.
“Here.”
He handed her the skullcap helmet, and once she had it on, he straddled the
bike. For a second she was a little taken aback at being this close to him on
his bike. Yeah, they had kissed, but for some reason this felt very intimate.
His body heat seeped into her. Callie’s thighs were on either side of him,
holding him close, and her pussy growing wet from the closeness of being here
with him. The big logo patch of The Brothers of Menace was etched into his cut,
and she stared at that worn leather vest with the slightly dirty patch, which showed
a phoenix and motorcycle.
“Unless
you want to fall off the back of the bike you need to hold on, Callie,” he said
gruffly, but didn’t turn around.
Looking
at his lean waist and swallowing, she reached around and wrapped her arms
around him. She shouldn’t be feeling this nervous around Lucien, especially
after what they had done this morning, but maybe that was why she felt this
way? And before she knew what he was doing he grabbed her hip and pulled her
forward. Her pussy came in contact with him. The scent of leather, cologne, and
oil filled her nose, and the feeling of him hard and tense underneath her hands
consumed her. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on anything but touching
him, and failing miserably. He had his hand on both of hers, had them pressed to the small cold buckle of his leather belt,
and she breathed in roughly. God, she needed to keep it together, and once she
was in her room she could break down, because right now she was on the edge and
toeing the line.
Chapter Seven
Callie
stepped into her dorm, glanced over her shoulder and saw Lucien standing by the
door. “I think I got it from here.” She tried to sound stronger, but having him
right behind her, looking at her like he could see right into her soul, was
unnerving in the best of ways. She wanted to still be angry with him for just
showing up and acting like her father, telling her what she should and
shouldn’t do, or who she should talk with, yet she couldn’t help but remember
the fact he had said he cared about her.
The
ride to her dorm had only been a ten minute trip, but for those few moments she
had held onto Lucien tightly. She thought about a life where nothing stood in
their way and they
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