by Piper Stone
“But you still could have fucked him! You don’t always have to like the guy. Just use him. Fuck his brains out.”
“Jessie!” This time, I was the one snapping my head, giving her a how-dare-you look. When she only shrugged, her attention drifting to the rock song on her satellite radio, I burst into laughter. “Randy must have his hands full with you.”
“He keeps me in line,” Jessie said casually.
“Meaning?” She issued another shrug, but her mouth was pinched. My bestie was keeping a secret from me. “Spill it.”
After Jessie stopped at a red light, she lifted her sunglasses, giving me the most over-dramatized wink. “Let’s just say I have an up close and personal friendship with Randy’s thick. Leather. Belt.”
“What? Are you serious?”
“Hey, I’m a regular bad girl,” she purred.
“That I know all too well.” My thoughts drifted to Carter, closing my eyes and envisioning the man holding a leather strap in his hand. My vision quickly faded when I realized he’d been wearing a canvas belt. No, he wasn’t my fantasy man at all.
“Very funny. I’ll have you know that his behavior modification attempts, as he calls our three times a week sessions have improved my attitude significantly.”
I wasn’t entirely certain who she was trying to convince. “He actually said that, because if he did, the man is a liar.”
Giggling, she returned her glasses to their rightful position and pursed her lips, studying her lipstick in the rearview mirror. “Well, okay, so he did mention I might need four sessions a week.”
“Mmm... Four a week. I can’t even imagine, but that sounds amazing.” I wiggled in the seat, trying to imagine the dazzling sensations.
Jessie popped me on the arm before smashing her foot down on the accelerator, the car lurching forward. “Wow. Why didn’t you tell me you were into being spanked? I love when he uses his belt, but he has this most incredible paddle. Darlin’, you should see the welts on my ass from last night’s severe whipping.”
I wanted nothing more than to slink down further into the seat, even all the way to the floor. We were on a crowded street at lunchtime at the tail end of the business district. Given the shrill tone of Jessie’s voice, I would guess that of the thirty of the people snapping their heads in our direction, at least twenty-nine of them heard every word. Thank God, she was driving like a bat out of hell. “Slow down.”
“You know how I get when I’m excited. We should compare notes. Hey, if that dud of a boyfriend of yours doesn’t want to spank you, maybe I could ask Randy to help out. Imagine two bad girls getting punished at the same time. Wouldn’t that be a hoot?”
The crazy thing was that Jessie was actually serious. Her lead foot continued as she moved out of the fashionable section of town, heading to my neck of the woods. “No, that is not going to happen.” I continued laughing. How could I stop given her brazen attitude? Even the wicked fantasy side of me was unable to picture sharing such an intimate act with anyone. Intimate? Oh, shit. Carter and I had been intimate.
Just on an entirely different level than the majority of normal people.
I groaned as the sensations of heat sliding along the edge of my jaw all the way up both sides of my cheeks were a distinct reminder of the embarrassing moment.
“Party pooper,” Jessie teased. “But you need a real man. If this dude from last night isn’t the kind of man who is panty melting just from thinking about his name, dump him. My honest advice.”
“And the spanking? What if he was just into providing a discipline service?” I have no idea what prompted me to ask the question other than blatant curiosity. Or stupidity. But I did. Panty melting. No, Carter was many things but certainly hadn’t caused that kind of reaction.
“Girl, you need the whole package. You know what I’m talking about, va-va-va-voom, baby. Long legs and a tight ass, a package like nobody’s business and six-pack abs you want to pour a bottle of whiskey over, licking up every drop. One. Sinful. Bad. Boy.” Jessie was completely animated, her voice dropping to a dangerously husky level, both hands remaining far too long away from the steering wheel.
However, the words created a tingling sensation piping through every cell in my body. A hard body. A bad boy. Mmm... “Slow down, Jessie. There’s a light. Jessie!”
As she slammed down on the brakes, the back tires skid but she managed to stop only a few feet past the designated line. “What?” She fanned her face, laughing. “I’m serious and as usual, I’m right. Let’s hunt you down the perfect man.”
I was mortified as well as turned on. “I don’t need you hunting me a man.” Leaning my head against the seat, I did allow my imagination to wander.
“I know what I’m talking about. You don’t need a prissy dude. Just one fine-looking stud muffin from the wrong side of the tracks. They adore submissive women.”
“Who the hell said anything about being a submissive woman? And the wrong side of the tracks? Are you out of your freaking mind?”
Jessie yanked off her dark shades, a smile curling on her lip. “Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not talking about those assholes from the bar. I’m talking about a real man, one who doesn’t mind getting grease under his fingernails.”
“Right. Carter doesn’t mind getting dirt under his nails. That doesn’t make him a super stud.” I actually really liked Carter and would enjoy his friendship. Ugh.
Maybe.
“My, my, sugar candy,” she breathed. “Would you lookie over there, my BFF. That’s exactly the kind of man I’m talking about. Now, he is one. Hot. Man.” Her mouth pursed in a perfect ‘o,’ Jessie slid her index finger in and out as she made obnoxious sucking sounds, the sultry noise even heard over the rumble of an engine.
A motorcycle to be exact.
I tipped my head, my curiosity piqued. This time, I had to remove my sunglasses. The man across the street wasn’t just a regular guy. He was crouched behind one gorgeous Harley, both positioned in the parking lot of a small motel. From where I was, I could only see his face and shoulders, wide and brawny shoulders. And his face? It was like a Nordic God sent from the heavens: high cheekbones, chiseled jaw, an aristocratic nose, and the most sensuous full lips.
A shiver trickled all the way down from the back of my neck, shot down both legs, and curved until it rushed into my already damp pussy. His mass of shocking blond hair fell to just above his carved shoulder blades. This was every girl’s fantasy and I was wet and hot all over, my nipples tightening to the point they were aching. “Fuck. Me.”
Even though there was no way the stunning blond could have heard me, he jerked his head in our direction. The bike sputtered, the engine completely dying.
“See what I mean?” Jessie whispered.
“Uh-huh. I think he knows we’re staring at him.” Swallowing hard, I watched every nuance of his body movement as he rose to his feet, everything as if in slow motion.
The godlike creature removed his sunglasses, wiping his forehead with the back of his arm. Shirtless, the shadowed carve in the middle of his chest highlighted a massive set of pecs, making my mouth water. I slanted my gaze to his abs and the indentations from years of working out were nothing short of perfection. Weathered jeans hugged his hips and the huge bulge in his groin created the kinds of fantasies no good girl should ever have.
As he grabbed a rag from the handlebars, wiping his hands, he kept his gaze pinned on our car. I was lost in the dreamlike state as he walked around the back of the bike, moving closer. And I could swear I caught the scent of him, woodsy and full of testosterone.
“Come to me,” he whispered, the tone a deep baritone, demanding in a way that refused denial.
I took careful steps in his direction, my eyes never leaving his. When I was only a few inches away, he snaked his hand around my neck, yanking me against the heat of his rippled chest. He lowered his head, breathing across my face.
“I own you, every inch of your body and you will obey my every command.
”
As his fingers dug into my skin and his lips crushed against mine, I accepted exactly where I belonged.
Beep!
Only the ugly blasting sound of a car horn behind us broke the trance.
“Shit, asshole. Hold your horses,” Jessie screeched.
My mouth and throat were dry and as Jessie was forced to drive away, the vision remained lurking in the back of my mind.
The mysterious man was pure sin and I hungered for a taste of him.
Hmmm... What would it hurt to find out more about him?
* * *
I had to be absolutely out of my mind. The sexy biker could be the most dangerous man on earth, but the bad girl inside refused to ignore her wicked desires. I parked the truck in the far reaches of the parking lot, standing by the driver’s door for a full five minutes before finding the courage to walk toward the lobby. This was completely insane, the kind of behavior I never did, but I’d never been so turned on by a man in my life. Taking long strides, I peered through the glass door, able to see a television and what had to be the attendant.
The older man appeared to have nodded off, his chin almost resting on his chest. I waited for at least a minute before pressing my hand on the bell.
He jerked, wiping his mouth before glancing in my direction. An immediate smile crossed his face and he stood slowly, lumbering toward the counter. “Now, what can I do for such a pretty lady on this afternoon?”
Prickles danced along my skin. What the hell are you doing? I was tongue-tied for at least thirty seconds, trying to figure out the perfect excuse for being here. “Hi. I’m looking for a friend of mine. I think he checked in last night.”
“Sure, honey. What’s his name?” The clerk moved toward the aging computer, his fingers poised over the keys.
I opened my mouth not once but twice, realizing I’d just slipped my foot smack inside. “My guess is that he wouldn’t use his real name. Big, muscular guy, well over six foot tall and built like a brick shithouse.” The words slipped from my mouth before I could stop them. Heat shifted directly from my quivering pussy, shooting all the way up to my flushed cheeks.
He lifted his gaze, an amused look on his face. “Well, that certainly narrows it down a bit. We don’t get that type here too often. Does he know you’re coming?”
“No, it’s a surprise.” I could tell the guy was being cagey, so I decided to slide into my best acting abilities. Leaning over the counter and folding my arms across the surface, I knew by experience my breasts were peeking out over the edge of the cotton shirt. I licked my lips in an exaggerated fashion, issuing a single husky moan. “He adores when I do that. You know, naughty behavior.”
He inhaled, blinking several times but as expected, his eyes fell directly across my rounded breasts. “That’s a surprise all right. I think I can help you out. He’s kind of private though.”
What did this guy want, a hundred bucks for giving me a room number? I brushed my hand down the length of my neck, keeping a look of confusion on my face. “He’s very private, but trust me, he craves every little thing that I offer. I’m certain a man such as yourself can understand.” I wasn’t entirely certain what I would do if I was lucky enough to obtain the room number, but I’d gone out on a limb this far. I’d think of something.
Snorting, he wiped his mouth before typing on the keyboard. “One lucky bastard is all I can say.”
I shifted back and forth from foot to foot, making certain he got an eyeful of my tits. At this point, my nipples were rock hard, my pussy clenching at the thought of meeting the hunky biker. I had to be out of my mind, but the roughhewn giant was far too tempting.
The clerk gave me another long look before writing down a number then sliding the piece of paper across the desk. “Don’t tell him I gave this to you. The dude likes his privacy, but I’m certain he’d want his... surprise.”
I gave him my best seductive smile before snatching the note out of his hand. “You are the best.” Every portion of my body was shaking like a leaf as I scampered outside, moving out of his line of sight before I let out a long and very scattered breath. Oh, God. Oh, God. What in the hell was I doing?
I glanced at the number, shielding my eyes as I glanced up at the second floor. I still didn’t have any sort of plan if he even answered the door. My feet were like lead weight as I made my way to the stairs. My excuse for knocking on his door? Well, I did have a Sandpiper shirt on. I’d offer him a free drink, just like I was offering everyone else at the motel. I dared take a glance around. There were exactly three vehicles in the parking lot other than mine and one of them had to belong to the front desk clerk. Great. Maybe I was canvassing the entire street. That would work.
Shoring my shoulders, I made my way to his room, plastering on a huge smile. There was no way he would recognize me from a few hours before. None. Right? I brushed my hand through my hair, calming my nerves then held my hand in front of the door, ready to knock. All the adrenaline and courage seemed to leak out and I was just about ready to run away with my tail between my legs. Then my nagging voice laughed at me. I had every right to be cautious. What if this guy had been sent to find me? Slinking back, I collided with the railing, huffing as I almost catapulted over the top. This was ridiculous.
If the gorgeous hunk of a man had been sent to hunt me down, I’d be locked in a trunk somewhere. That is assuming he had another vehicle. See, another reason the guy had to be on the up and up. He’d traveled here on a bike. I rolled my eyes, laughing at myself. Some brave chick I was.
My confidence back in check, my knuckles were ready to rap on the door when it was yanked open, the force almost pulling me inside.
“What the hell do you want?” the gruff voice asked, intense green eyes flashing at me.
“I, um...” The tall drink of water was even sexier up close. He towered over me, his rippling muscles and broad chest mouthwatering. His well-worn jeans accentuated all the delicious traits God had adorned him with.
A thick cock begging to be set free.
Even the jagged scar covering a good portion of his face was strangely enticing. Every cell in my body was on fire, ignited from embers that had never been this combustible.
He raked his eyes down the length of me, a sneer on his face. I could tell by the lingering look exactly what he was thinking, brutal and raw sex. When his gaze settled on my breasts, I didn’t have to take a glance to know my nipples were fully erect, poking through the thin material of my shirt. This was a mistake, a huge mistake. “I’m sorry. I must have the wrong room.”
“I don’t think so, little lady.” His massive hand snapped around my wrist, yanking me inside. I heard the door slamming and whimpered under my breath. I was in so much trouble. Within a split second, I was shoved up against the wall, his powerful frame only inches from mine. “I’ll ask you again, what do you want?”
“Nothing, I...” I was never tongue-tied. Ever. But the scent of him, all musk and testosterone filtered into my nose, assaulting not only my body but my brain cells as well. All I could think about was wallowing naked underneath his carved-like-stone muscles, being ravaged in every manner.
“Nothing, eh? From what I heard, you were looking specifically for me. There’s always a reason. Who sent you?”
The damn clerk had warned him of my pending arrival. Fucker. “No one sent me. I was going to offer you a drink. You know, from the Sandpiper just down the road?” I snarked as I pointed to my chest, almost dying of embarrassment since his eyes were drawn back to my very hard, elongated nipples.
He narrowed his eyes, leaning in and taking a deep whiff. When he blew the hot breath across my cheek and neck, I thought I was going to fall into a puddle on the floor. No man had ever had this kind of effect on me. He was also irritating as hell, trying his best to play the bad guy in order to terrify me.
“A drink, huh? I don’t see anything in your hands that would indicate you’re telling the truth, shirt or no shirt. I suggest you come clean or pay the cons
equences.”
Now, he pissed me off, his arrogance way off the charts. “What did you say?”
He leaned closer until his lips were only centimeters from mine. “You heard me. You better come clean or else.”
“Are you threatening me?” I glared into his eyes, rising onto my tiptoes. The move was clumsy, pushing our lips together. I could taste a hint of liquor and the kind of indulgence that was all male. Everything about this man was intoxicating, but I refused to allow him to notice.
We both lingered in that position, as if daring the other to initiate the kiss. I was the one who shrank back, even though I would have loved to have his tongue in my mouth.
“I don’t threaten. I make promises. Now, I suggest you come clean or I might just have to punish you.”
“Excuse me?” I laughed, shrinking back even further against the wall. “Punish? Are you nuts? Just let me go. I won’t bother you, but the drink offer is off the table.” There was no way to budge the concrete block standing in front of me. I could tell my lower lip was quivering, giving me away. I was forced to admit that the man excited the hell out of me. He was dark and dangerous, mysterious and stimulating in ways that sent nefarious images floating in front of my eyes.
“I don’t think so. You’re better off to tell me who sent you. I promise I’ll go easy on you.”
“Easy? Just who do you think you are?” I smacked my hands against his chest, somehow managing to move the boulder just enough to slink out from under his arms, racing toward the door.
He caught me again easily enough, chuckling darkly as he jerked me against his chest. “You know what I think?”
“I don’t want to know.” I glared at him, squirming to get out of his hold. Even through the dense fabric of my jeans, I gathered a scent of my pussy juice. My panties were already soaked. Shame shifted through me. How could I be attracted in any manner?
The he-man slowly darted his gaze downward, lifting a single eyebrow. “Well, I’m going to tell you anyway. Anyone who spies, snoops, or tries to gather information about me will be punished and you’re no exception.”
