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let that all slip through my hands, but as I put the bike into full throttle and held Ave’s fingers at my waist, I knew I wasn’t going to let her slip away.
During the ride to campus, the wind lashing my face cleared my head of everything. Ave on the back, snuggled close and giggling like a girl on a rollercoaster, made the short journey that much sweeter. Her tits bumped against my back. Her hips cradled my ass.
I banked a seriously deep curve, chuckling when she squealed.
With a scream of tires on pavement I roared up at the Starbucks kiosk. Everyone within rubbernecking distance did a double take.
Sliding off the bike, I removed my helmet and tucked it under my arm.
I gave Ave my hand and helped her off. She was laughing and breathless, and so fucking pretty. For a moment, she was heedless of the other people staring at us. I liked her that way.
“Allow me,” I said.
She inhaled. She stopped laughing.
My fingertips grazed her neck as I unfastened her helmet. I wisped her hair-tie free, letting the tumbling locks fall down her back and around her shoulders. The scent of her fragrance—the one from the bathroom—wafted up to me.
I drove my fingers into her hair and held her in place.
Her gaze dropped to my mouth.
Mine lifted to her eyes where the blue irises darkened.
Swooping down, I captured her lips with mine. Ave gasped, then moaned. Her hands pressed against my chest, moved to my neck, pulled me closer.
The first taste of her lips tore a groan from me. I held her to me with my hand buried in her hair, the other wrapped around her waist.
I licked her soft seam with the tip of my tongue. When she parted her lips and let me inside, she was the softest, warmest and possibly the wildest woman I’d ever kissed.
Our tongues coiled and danced. Our lips took the force of the kiss that went from a first brush to full-fledged want within seconds. My fist twisted in her hair. Her fingers dug into my shoulders. The smoldering flame between us burst to fiery life.
I pulled away for a second only to be guided back to her lush soft mouth. She sucked my bottom lip. I almost shot in my pants. I bit hers back, growling when she whimpered.
We parted, and softly pecked at each other’s mouths. Once. Twice. Three times.
I dove inside for one last deep kiss, swallowing her gasp, spurred on when she grinded her hips against my full-blown erection.
When I withdrew, Ave chased after my mouth. I stared at her kiss-swollen lips, so greedy for her.
I stepped back. I didn’t say a word. Neither did she. She watched me put my helmet back on. I hit the kickstarter and started the bike. At the last second, I grabbed her hand and kissed the heart of her palm.
Roaring off, I left Ave shell-shocked, and me? I was rocked to my balls.
Chapter Nine
Jase
HOLY SHIT. HOW I got through the rest of the day was a miracle of some sort or other. Fuck, I didn’t even know how I rode my Harley away from Ave, my body shook so hard from those kisses. I wanted a repeat, surround sound, maybe a video I could replay, and endless days of what I’d just experienced with her.
There was just one little problem.
I fucked women for money. I dressed to order for wealthy society broads, women who had too much bank and not enough bang in their bedrooms. I undressed for them and made sure their orgasms weren’t the fake kind screamed out to stroke the egos of their high-powered “daddies”.
I pocketed the cash and got out as quickly as I could.
Going home alone, I relegated each lady to a memory of money made that had nothing at-fucking-all to do with lovemaking. I distilled them into dollar signs and decimal points as I reminded myself I was lucky I could use my body as a business transaction. I’d hit the shower—painfully hot water, strong soap, three complete washings—hit my studies, and study my bank account.
All my tats, my motorcycle, my rep—it was to keep people off my back. I let people think what they wanted
During the ride to campus, the wind lashing my face cleared my head of everything. Ave on the back, snuggled close and giggling like a girl on a rollercoaster, made the short journey that much sweeter. Her tits bumped against my back. Her hips cradled my ass.
I banked a seriously deep curve, chuckling when she squealed.
With a scream of tires on pavement I roared up at the Starbucks kiosk. Everyone within rubbernecking distance did a double take.
Sliding off the bike, I removed my helmet and tucked it under my arm.
I gave Ave my hand and helped her off. She was laughing and breathless, and so fucking pretty. For a moment, she was heedless of the other people staring at us. I liked her that way.
“Allow me,” I said.
She inhaled. She stopped laughing.
My fingertips grazed her neck as I unfastened her helmet. I wisped her hair-tie free, letting the tumbling locks fall down her back and around her shoulders. The scent of her fragrance—the one from the bathroom—wafted up to me.
I drove my fingers into her hair and held her in place.
Her gaze dropped to my mouth.
Mine lifted to her eyes where the blue irises darkened.
Swooping down, I captured her lips with mine. Ave gasped, then moaned. Her hands pressed against my chest, moved to my neck, pulled me closer.
The first taste of her lips tore a groan from me. I held her to me with my hand buried in her hair, the other wrapped around her waist.
I licked her soft seam with the tip of my tongue. When she parted her lips and let me inside, she was the softest, warmest and possibly the wildest woman I’d ever kissed.
Our tongues coiled and danced. Our lips took the force of the kiss that went from a first brush to full-fledged want within seconds. My fist twisted in her hair. Her fingers dug into my shoulders. The smoldering flame between us burst to fiery life.
I pulled away for a second only to be guided back to her lush soft mouth. She sucked my bottom lip. I almost shot in my pants. I bit hers back, growling when she whimpered.
We parted, and softly pecked at each other’s mouths. Once. Twice. Three times.
I dove inside for one last deep kiss, swallowing her gasp, spurred on when she grinded her hips against my full-blown erection.
When I withdrew, Ave chased after my mouth. I stared at her kiss-swollen lips, so greedy for her.
I stepped back. I didn’t say a word. Neither did she. She watched me put my helmet back on. I hit the kickstarter and started the bike. At the last second, I grabbed her hand and kissed the heart of her palm.
Roaring off, I left Ave shell-shocked, and me? I was rocked to my balls.
Chapter Nine
Jase
HOLY SHIT. HOW I got through the rest of the day was a miracle of some sort or other. Fuck, I didn’t even know how I rode my Harley away from Ave, my body shook so hard from those kisses. I wanted a repeat, surround sound, maybe a video I could replay, and endless days of what I’d just experienced with her.
There was just one little problem.
I fucked women for money. I dressed to order for wealthy society broads, women who had too much bank and not enough bang in their bedrooms. I undressed for them and made sure their orgasms weren’t the fake kind screamed out to stroke the egos of their high-powered “daddies”.
I pocketed the cash and got out as quickly as I could.
Going home alone, I relegated each lady to a memory of money made that had nothing at-fucking-all to do with lovemaking. I distilled them into dollar signs and decimal points as I reminded myself I was lucky I could use my body as a business transaction. I’d hit the shower—painfully hot water, strong soap, three complete washings—hit my studies, and study my bank account.
All my tats, my motorcycle, my rep—it was to keep people off my back. I let people think what they wanted
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