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his neck, as I nip and suck his collarbone. Once he is fully inside me, he stops and for the millionth time, our eyes meet in a mixture of healing and lust.
“Paisley, are you a…” his words trail off, and I know what he is thinking. I don’t want to think about is, so I just shake my head no.
“Shit, you’re tight.” His hips move, and I can feel his entire length pull out before he presses into me again. “Shit, it’s been so long,” he moans.
I giggle thinking about him going without sex. I guess not all bikers are disgusting pigs. He has changed my outlook on most of them, that’s for sure.
His body slowly picks up pace, I wrap my arms around his neck. My nails dig into his back and he growls into my mouth. God he feels good. I never though sex could feel this good. Shit. With each thrust of his cock inside me, I let go of the past. Only focusing on the future. It frees me.
“Only you, Paisley. Only you…” he whispers to me and I feel his body start to tense. My body convulses with the pleasure of my second orgasm of the night as I feel him come deep inside me.
Sometime after three in the morning, we passed out naked and exhausted from making love a half dozen times. Each time we would try and pry our bodies apart, they would gravitate back toward each other.
The light started peaking through the curtains and I had no desire to wake up. Pulling the blankets over my head, I reach out for Diesel, only for my arm to meet an empty bed. Where did he go?
I blink my eyes open and look around. Nothing is different from last night. My clothes are still thrown on the hardwood floor next to his. Pulling the sheet up to wrap around my body, I make my way down the cold hallway searching for him.
I pause when I can hear him quietly talking on the phone. Maybe talking to another person out on the front porch?
“No, I didn’t cheat on you,” he pleaded. “Its Paisley in there. I told you I was falling for her.” I can hear the rumble of another mans voice.
“You know the fuckin’ rules. Share or its cheating. You can’t keep her to yourself. It doesn’t work like that, Diesel.” That’s when I recognize the voice. Ryker.
“That’s bullshit, Ryker. You’ve been fuckin’ Journey all along! I haven’t complained once. I don’t want none of that. Just leave it be.” What the fuck are they talking about? Sharing? Fucking? Falling in love?
“I love you, Diesel. But I love her too.” Ryker yells as I hear heavy footsteps stomp down the porch stairs.
“I can’t do this anymore, Ryker. I can’t.” Diesel yells back at him as the motorcycle roars to life and pulls down the driveway. I am frozen in place. I should run back to the bedroom and pretend I didn’t just hear whatever the fuck that just was. My mind runs wild with thoughts. So much of what Diesel said to me last night made sense. It’d been a long time since he’d been with a girl. Because all that time, it had been him with Ryker. Holy. Fucking. Shit.
The doorknob turns, and I am standing there wrapped in Diesel’s bed sheet with tears slowly beginning to stream down my face. He pauses when he sees me, knowing I heard most of that just conspired.
“How much did you hear?” he asks as he pushes his hands through his hair and scrubs his face with his palms.
“Too much,” I turn away from him, making my way to the bedroom where I can get dressed and call my sister for a ride home. Home, where I can nurse a nice, freshly broken heart. How? How could something like this happen? How could shit get ruined in only a couple hours.
Apparently, I am just not meant for a fucking happily ever after.
Leave Me Alone
Two days later, I’m still locked in my bedroom. Diesel drove me home trying to explain some kind of fucked up relationship him and Ryker have had over the years. They are bi-sexual and in a relationship. They can share women? I don’t know. All I know is that I wanted no part of any of it.
What boggled my mind was the
“Paisley, are you a…” his words trail off, and I know what he is thinking. I don’t want to think about is, so I just shake my head no.
“Shit, you’re tight.” His hips move, and I can feel his entire length pull out before he presses into me again. “Shit, it’s been so long,” he moans.
I giggle thinking about him going without sex. I guess not all bikers are disgusting pigs. He has changed my outlook on most of them, that’s for sure.
His body slowly picks up pace, I wrap my arms around his neck. My nails dig into his back and he growls into my mouth. God he feels good. I never though sex could feel this good. Shit. With each thrust of his cock inside me, I let go of the past. Only focusing on the future. It frees me.
“Only you, Paisley. Only you…” he whispers to me and I feel his body start to tense. My body convulses with the pleasure of my second orgasm of the night as I feel him come deep inside me.
Sometime after three in the morning, we passed out naked and exhausted from making love a half dozen times. Each time we would try and pry our bodies apart, they would gravitate back toward each other.
The light started peaking through the curtains and I had no desire to wake up. Pulling the blankets over my head, I reach out for Diesel, only for my arm to meet an empty bed. Where did he go?
I blink my eyes open and look around. Nothing is different from last night. My clothes are still thrown on the hardwood floor next to his. Pulling the sheet up to wrap around my body, I make my way down the cold hallway searching for him.
I pause when I can hear him quietly talking on the phone. Maybe talking to another person out on the front porch?
“No, I didn’t cheat on you,” he pleaded. “Its Paisley in there. I told you I was falling for her.” I can hear the rumble of another mans voice.
“You know the fuckin’ rules. Share or its cheating. You can’t keep her to yourself. It doesn’t work like that, Diesel.” That’s when I recognize the voice. Ryker.
“That’s bullshit, Ryker. You’ve been fuckin’ Journey all along! I haven’t complained once. I don’t want none of that. Just leave it be.” What the fuck are they talking about? Sharing? Fucking? Falling in love?
“I love you, Diesel. But I love her too.” Ryker yells as I hear heavy footsteps stomp down the porch stairs.
“I can’t do this anymore, Ryker. I can’t.” Diesel yells back at him as the motorcycle roars to life and pulls down the driveway. I am frozen in place. I should run back to the bedroom and pretend I didn’t just hear whatever the fuck that just was. My mind runs wild with thoughts. So much of what Diesel said to me last night made sense. It’d been a long time since he’d been with a girl. Because all that time, it had been him with Ryker. Holy. Fucking. Shit.
The doorknob turns, and I am standing there wrapped in Diesel’s bed sheet with tears slowly beginning to stream down my face. He pauses when he sees me, knowing I heard most of that just conspired.
“How much did you hear?” he asks as he pushes his hands through his hair and scrubs his face with his palms.
“Too much,” I turn away from him, making my way to the bedroom where I can get dressed and call my sister for a ride home. Home, where I can nurse a nice, freshly broken heart. How? How could something like this happen? How could shit get ruined in only a couple hours.
Apparently, I am just not meant for a fucking happily ever after.
Leave Me Alone
Two days later, I’m still locked in my bedroom. Diesel drove me home trying to explain some kind of fucked up relationship him and Ryker have had over the years. They are bi-sexual and in a relationship. They can share women? I don’t know. All I know is that I wanted no part of any of it.
What boggled my mind was the
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