me.”
Danika laughed. “It would serve you right, you Casanova fuck.”
Luke narrowed his eyes at her, and she stifled her giggling. Even Dani, who Luke would never hurt, knew better than to mess around with his patience.
“Want me to go check in the bathroom for her?”
“Yes please.”
“Right away, darlin’.” Danika went to the back hallway, disappearing down it with a waggle of her eyebrows. She must have figured she was safe because she was out of range. Luke had to admit though, he did find it charming that she felt so comfortable with him.
Danika came back moments later, but shook her head from a distance rather than approach. Then she went back to serving.
“Fuck.”
Luke glared at Shayla’s beer and jacket. What the fuck could have been so urgent that she’d leave without her shit? Surely she couldn’t have been that scared of him. It wasn’t like he would have tossed her over his shoulder and dragged her home with him if she’d decided she wanted to go home alone.
He was fuming. Outraged. Confused. And definitely frustrated. His cock throbbed in his jeans, reminding him of the fuck that he wasn't going to get tonight. He rose angrily and swiped the blazer from Shayla’s abandoned chair, slamming a twenty on the table and turning to stalk out the front door.
He hoped that she might be at his bike. Maybe it had been a joke. But nope, there was no hot blonde draped over his seat. No goddamn sign of her. This was a first he would have been pleased never to experience.
Yet, as Luke got back on his bike, one more thought flitted through his mind: the chase is back on.
Chapter Nine
The night air was freezing without her blazer. Maybe it just felt like that to Shayla because she had broken out in a cold sweat the moment she stepped outside. At the time, it had seemed like the only choice.
She wasn’t meant to have been so attracted to him. Not just on a physical level—that man was created by god with the singular intent of attracting every person who ever wanted to have sex with a man ever—but on an emotional and intellectual one.
They’d had such a good talk. They’d exchanged so many ideas, and laughed at so many jokes. And then he’d kissed her, and her entire world has spun. God, what a kiss. It was like his lips had been sculpted to fit perfectly with hers. There wasn’t a bone in her body that hadn’t ached for him afterward. She’d barely managed to walk to the bathroom, her legs shaky, her core molten, her body missing him with every step.
But it should never have been like that. It was supposed to be a quick, hot fuck. And yet she’d already started thinking about how she wanted to get to know him better, and how great it would be to experience some of the things he undoubtedly had experienced. But she was fairly certain he was not thinking the same way. The hard and insistent bulge against her hip had made that abundantly clear.
Or maybe it was just all in her head.
Anyway, bungee jumping into Luke’s arms suddenly didn’t seem like such a fun idea anymore. It had gone from delightfully terrifying to actually frightening in the space of a kiss. A kiss that had rocked her so completely that she would probably never have another one quite so good.
So, scared out of her wits, Shayla had done the mature thing, of course, and had snuck out of the back door.
Her heels clicking along the pavement, she took back roads to avoid coming face to face with him once he’d figured it out. It didn’t take long for Shayla to regret her decision. Not just because she knew it was another twenty minutes to her apartment, but because she was being stupid. She couldn’t assume how he felt just because of one kiss. Maybe he did want to get to know her better, too. It was unlikely, but she should have at least asked.
And anyway, when was the last time she got laid? Surely a little hot biker sex, no
Danika laughed. “It would serve you right, you Casanova fuck.”
Luke narrowed his eyes at her, and she stifled her giggling. Even Dani, who Luke would never hurt, knew better than to mess around with his patience.
“Want me to go check in the bathroom for her?”
“Yes please.”
“Right away, darlin’.” Danika went to the back hallway, disappearing down it with a waggle of her eyebrows. She must have figured she was safe because she was out of range. Luke had to admit though, he did find it charming that she felt so comfortable with him.
Danika came back moments later, but shook her head from a distance rather than approach. Then she went back to serving.
“Fuck.”
Luke glared at Shayla’s beer and jacket. What the fuck could have been so urgent that she’d leave without her shit? Surely she couldn’t have been that scared of him. It wasn’t like he would have tossed her over his shoulder and dragged her home with him if she’d decided she wanted to go home alone.
He was fuming. Outraged. Confused. And definitely frustrated. His cock throbbed in his jeans, reminding him of the fuck that he wasn't going to get tonight. He rose angrily and swiped the blazer from Shayla’s abandoned chair, slamming a twenty on the table and turning to stalk out the front door.
He hoped that she might be at his bike. Maybe it had been a joke. But nope, there was no hot blonde draped over his seat. No goddamn sign of her. This was a first he would have been pleased never to experience.
Yet, as Luke got back on his bike, one more thought flitted through his mind: the chase is back on.
Chapter Nine
The night air was freezing without her blazer. Maybe it just felt like that to Shayla because she had broken out in a cold sweat the moment she stepped outside. At the time, it had seemed like the only choice.
She wasn’t meant to have been so attracted to him. Not just on a physical level—that man was created by god with the singular intent of attracting every person who ever wanted to have sex with a man ever—but on an emotional and intellectual one.
They’d had such a good talk. They’d exchanged so many ideas, and laughed at so many jokes. And then he’d kissed her, and her entire world has spun. God, what a kiss. It was like his lips had been sculpted to fit perfectly with hers. There wasn’t a bone in her body that hadn’t ached for him afterward. She’d barely managed to walk to the bathroom, her legs shaky, her core molten, her body missing him with every step.
But it should never have been like that. It was supposed to be a quick, hot fuck. And yet she’d already started thinking about how she wanted to get to know him better, and how great it would be to experience some of the things he undoubtedly had experienced. But she was fairly certain he was not thinking the same way. The hard and insistent bulge against her hip had made that abundantly clear.
Or maybe it was just all in her head.
Anyway, bungee jumping into Luke’s arms suddenly didn’t seem like such a fun idea anymore. It had gone from delightfully terrifying to actually frightening in the space of a kiss. A kiss that had rocked her so completely that she would probably never have another one quite so good.
So, scared out of her wits, Shayla had done the mature thing, of course, and had snuck out of the back door.
Her heels clicking along the pavement, she took back roads to avoid coming face to face with him once he’d figured it out. It didn’t take long for Shayla to regret her decision. Not just because she knew it was another twenty minutes to her apartment, but because she was being stupid. She couldn’t assume how he felt just because of one kiss. Maybe he did want to get to know her better, too. It was unlikely, but she should have at least asked.
And anyway, when was the last time she got laid? Surely a little hot biker sex, no
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