by Voss, Deja
“I’m sure you are. I’m gonna bring Sloan to camp tonight I think. Keep her distracted.”
“Distracted by your dick?” Obviously. Not just that, though. I don’t want her anywhere near the hospital when the guys break Goob out, but not for the reasons my father says. I just don’t want it to look like she had anything to do with it.
“Sure,” I say.
“You better make sure you buy her dinner or something first. Maybe some wine? Turn on that mountain man charm. You gotta warm chicks like that up before you just dive in balls-deep, son.”
Judging by the way she was acting last night, I’d say she’s plenty warm, but he’s probably right. She’s probably had a hard day at work. I want to do this right. I want her to see me as more than just a guy who wants to fuck her. So badly.
“What do you even know about chicks like her anyway, Heat?”
“Remember Julie? She was a doctor and I dated her.”
“She was a prostitute who dresses up like a naughty nurse that we got you for your birthday. She’s not a doctor and you definitely didn’t date her.”
“Fuck, I’m getting senile in my old age,” he chortles gruffly. “She did have a stethoscope.”
“That’s nice. I’m gonna go. Call me if you need anything.”
“You got it. Good luck tonight. Your ugly ass is gonna need it,” he says, hanging up on me.
I go back inside. Eunice is scrubbing the kitchen floor, and I carefully tread my way around so as not to muddy up her work.
“Need help with anything?” I ask her. Her wrinkled face stretches into a wide smile.
“You’re always so polite, Gavin. I’m ok. What about you? You worried about your brother?”
I shrug. “I’m always worried about that one. Not much I can do other than be there for him.”
“Yeah, I know, sweetie.” Her hair matches the color of the mop water, but I remember what a knockout she was even ten years ago. She’s still beautiful. Thinking back on all the beautiful women in my life, they had two things in common: a really good man and a really good marriage. “What are you getting into tonight?” she asks. “You having people over or something?”
“I’m having a person over, Eunice. A girl, actually.”
“Really? I haven’t seen you with a lady in a long time. I was starting to get worried.”
“I’ve gotten a little more selective in my old age,” I laugh.
“Well you better not get too picky, Gavin, or you’ll end up like Heat. No women he hasn’t already ruined to choose from.”
“I think this one is perfect,” I confide in her. “Can you do me a favor?”
“You want lasagna, don’t you?” She smiles. “I can do that. But you better tell her your mean old aunt Eunice made it and if she hurts you, I’ll cut her up in little pieces and bake her into the next one.”
“That sounds disgusting, and how about no. I don’t want her to think we’re a bunch of psychopaths.”
“Good call, Gavin. She’ll find out on her own soon enough.”
Her laugh sounds like Canadian geese migrating south for the winter.
I take the mop off of her and hand her a wad of cash to go get supplies while I finish cleaning up. Maybe Sloan and I didn’t reunite under the best circumstances, but I’m going to do whatever it takes to make sure tonight is damn near as perfect as possible.
I look over at the king-size bed in the middle of the room and picture Sloan sprawled out on it, naked, panting, that freshly fucked glow on her face. My dick gets instantly hard. Maybe I should prime the pump before tonight just to be on the safe side.
Eunice jingles her keys. “I’ll be back soon. You should totally go out back and cut up some firewood while I’m gone. Chicks love that shit.”
Chopping wood will probably be just as effective as beating off into my hand at this point. I should probably save myself for her anyway. If things go my way, I’ll have every part of her wrapped around my cock at some point tonight.
Chapter 9
Sloan
Even though I made more of an effort this morning than I normally do to get ready for work, you know, just in case, I wish I would’ve tried a little harder.
Surgery was just a garden-variety severed finger, we see a lot of that around here with the factory industry being so big, but as I change into my skinny jeans and black t-shirt, I notice I could use a little bit of spackle on the old barn. The circles under my eyes are darker than ever.
Who am I kidding? I haven’t even been out on a date with this guy, and he’s already seen me all sorts of ugly. Now that I think about it, he’s never seen me on a pretty day. Maybe nailing a surgeon is some sort of bucket list thing for him.
I don’t care. I will gladly sacrifice myself to that greater good if it means getting a chance to run my hands over those abs while I let him play doctor with me.
It’s almost dark, and the September air is chilly, even with a sweater. This is my favorite time of year. Time for the colorful bittersweet purge about to hit.
He’s waiting in the parking lot, leaned up against his blacked-out bike, and I have to peel my jaw off the ground. His dark hair, dark eyes, dark beard, the way he smirks the second I catch his eye, everything about him, from his motorcycle to his leather jacket, screams “I’m good at fucking,” and then there’s me, strolling along in my granny cardigan looking like I’m here to bake some cookies for the big bad wolf.
“You been waiting long?” I try to act casual as I approach him, but I know I probably sound like a stuttering fool.
“Here,” he says, as he unzips his jacket and hands it to me, exposing his perfectly tight t-shirt stretched just right across his hard pecs. “You’ll freeze.”
“What about you?” I ask. He just shrugs, passing it over to me.
“Take this,” he says, offering me a helmet.
I just stand there staring. I’ve never rode on a motorcycle before, and the reality sinks in that I have no idea where this man is going to take me. Maybe I let him put his tongue in my mouth, but he’s still a stranger. A super sexy stranger.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I assure him.
“Are you scared?”
“No.” I put the helmet on my head. I’m not scared. I’m just overwhelmed. I know that nothing about this is a good idea, and yet, I’m like a moth to a flame. “Can we get out of here?”
I have no clue who might be watching, who might walk out and see, but I’ve already done enough in terms of overstepping my boundaries between doctor and patient and I am sure seeing me get on a bike with his brother will make for some great gossip amongst the nurses. He fires up the motorcycle, and the low rumble of the engine makes me jump.
“You’ve never ridden before, have you?” He smiles, as if I was offering him my virginity on a silver platter. It’s way too late for that, but maybe in his world, this is just as good.
I shake my head.
“You just hold on, Sloan. I promise I won’t hurt you.” He plants a kiss square on my lips before pulling down the visor cover on my helmet and straddles the bike.
I slide on behind him, the rumbling between my thighs setting off fireworks in my head. Now I get it. He grabs my hands and wraps them around his waist, and I’m pressed up against his body tight. We fit together like two puzzle pieces.
Any concerns I had begin to melt away as he pulls out of the parking lot. It feels so right, so utterly satisfying, like there’s no one else in the world but the two of us. He catches my gaze in the side mirror and shoots me a wink. I’m done. I want to say it’s better than sex, but I’ve yet to do that with Gavin, and I have a feeling that if this is foreplay, I’m probably going to die from orgasm overdose tonight.
Gavin
I turn down the long dirt road that leads to the camp. I could stay like this forever with her, her body wrapped around me, out in the open air. It just feels so right. For the first time in my life, I found a perfect fit for the back of my bike.
We pull into the garage, and as she hops off the motorcycle and pulls off her helmet, her smile stretches from ear to ear.
“You were so chicken,” I laugh. “Look at you now.”
She’s so sexy standing there in my jacket, her face bright red. It takes everything in me not to rip that jacket right off of her, along with the rest of her clothes.
“Well, I did just basically sew your brother’s leg back on.” She giggles. “I don’t know if you guys learned to ride from the same person or what.”
I take the helmet from her and give her a little peck on the lips.
“Let’s go inside. Did you have dinner yet?”
I want nothing more than to sink my teeth into her right now, but I’m going to work the long game. She’s looking at me like she’s confused or something.
“What? Do you not believe in food or something?” I tease. I know exactly what buttons I’m pushing, and by the time I get her naked, she’s going to be begging for it like a fish out of water, flopping around at my feet. I run my hand up the back of her shirt and she jumps two feet in the air. “Or is there something else on your mind?”
It’s the oldest trick in the book. Throw a chick on your bike and watch the magic happen. I’m watching her squirm in front of me, watching her try to be polite, professional, or whatever the fuck show she feels like she needs to put on, but her body language isn’t letting her hide. I know her pussy is probably on fire right now, and as badly as I want to bury my face in her sweet folds, I’m gonna let her marinate for a little bit.
“No.” She smiles. “I haven’t had dinner yet.”
I know exactly what she expected to happen. She thought I was going to drag her to bed by her ponytail like some sort of caveman and screw her brains out all night long. It’s probably what she wanted, too.
That’s too easy for me, though. It’s too easy for us. It’s not the story I want her to remember—that I’m distracting her with my dick while my dad breaks my brother out of the hospital.
It’s definitely going to happen, but I’m going to make her work for it. My cock is about to blow a hole in my pants, thanks to spending the last half hour with her arms wrapped around me, but she doesn’t need to know that yet.
We walk inside the one-room log cabin. There’s an efficiency kitchen, a fireplace, and a closed-off bathroom, but the majority of the room is taken up with a king-size bed. My grandpa built this place so he could be close to town in case of emergency situations. It still serves its purpose to this day.
“Wow, this is beautiful.” She sighs, running her hand over the woodwork on the walls. “I would happily trade in my apartment for a place like this.”
If she thinks this camp is great, she’s going to love the farmhouse. It’s something as little as that that makes me even more into her. The fact that I can see her living there too.
“I’m sorry,” I say, opening the fridge. “We keep it pretty sparse, but Eunice baked us a lasagna before she left. You want beer, whiskey, or wine?”
“Eunice?” she asks curiously. “You have quite the harem going, Gavin.”
“Hey, she’s old enough to be my grandmother and the woman knows how to cook. The least I can do is slip her the d every once in a while.”
“Well, I couldn’t tell you the last time I sat down and ate a home-cooked meal, so thank you for taking one for the team.”
I pull the pan out of the stove and slip it into the oven.
“You know I’m just kidding, right? She’s a family friend and our cleaning lady.” It’s obvious I’m not a saint. I definitely have a track record, but ever since the day I met Sloan, I’ve been doing whatever it takes to lock that part of me far far away.
I’m trying my best, but I can’t keep my hands off her. I let my fingers trace down the small of her back, resting right above her perfect perky ass. An ass I can’t wait to see in all its glory.
“You got anywhere else to be tonight?” I ask, pulling a bottle of whiskey out of the cabinet. I grab two glasses and drop in some ice cubes.
“It depends,” she says, taking a long swig directly from the bottle in my hand. “Did you bring me out here for pasta and drinks with your gal pal, or are we going to finish what we started?” The pouty look on her face is cute as hell, and her frustration is coming to a boil.
“Can’t a guy just be nice anymore?” I breathe into her ear, the smell of her shampoo driving me wild.
“You’re not being nice,” she hisses. “You’re being a tease.”
Well, that took a lot less effort than I had initially expected. Apparently Eunice and Heat were wrong. Sloan’s not trying to get wined and dined. She’s trying to get on my dick.
This girl is full of surprises, and I don’t exactly hate it.“I just assumed you were the mountain man charm kind of woman, Sloan,” I laugh, cupping her ass, squeezing it firmly in my hand as I pull her closer to me.
“Yeah, well, you overestimate me,” she says in a low deep voice. “I just assumed you were the rip-my-clothes-off-and-fuck-me-stupid kind of man.” She’s running her hands up my chest, biting her lip.
“Well, you underestimate me, girl,” I say, tugging on her ponytail until she’s staring me right in the eyes, a mixture of intrigue and apprehension behind those beautiful brown orbs. “I like to play with my prey a little bit before I go in for the kill.”
Chapter 10
Sloan
In my world, in my life, the easiest way to cool down a situation that feels beyond my control is through sex.
Heated debate with no possible agreement? Sex.
Abusive ex-boyfriend has a gun to your head? Sex.
Random sexy biker guy is cooking me dinner and being nice to me like he’s trying to make me his wife or something?
Well, I came here for the sex.
The lasagna was a nice afterthought, though.
I’d been replaying the night we first met on a continuous loop for months. How he approached me in the dark, the connection instant, passionate, careless and needy. How he pulled me on top of him, tearing at my clothes, no regard for anything except the need to be inside me.
That’s what I’m here for. He’s treating me like a fragile flower, like a woman that’s worth a lot more than a random fling. I don’t know how to explain to him that I’m not. I don’t want to beg, but I will if I have to.
My past and his present just don’t align. My future rests on the balance of keeping everything in my life on the straight and narrow.
His eyes are darker than normal, and the way he’s running his fingers through his beard, staring at me like a piece of meat is making the small hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up. I’m ready. I’m willing.
“You talk a big game, Sloan. What are you waiting for?”
My mouth feels suddenly dry. I gulp. I don’t know what to do.
“Get rid of those clothes,” he orders, point-blank.
“Don’t you want to help me?” I ask, reaching for the bottom of his shirt.
He swats my hand away.
“No. I want to watch.”
Carefully, I slide my t-shirt up over my head, revealing my bra. I unzip my jeans, and step out of them, holding on to his gaze. My flesh is covered in goosebumps, the sheer anticipation of what’s to come showing all over my body. I know my panties are soaked.
“God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he says. “Do the rest.”
He’s like a vulture circling me, looking me up and down, and I’ve never felt so naked in my life.
“What, are you shy now?” he teases.
Not shy, just overwhelmed.
Overwhelmed with need, desire. Overwhelmed by the way he’s so collected, so in control of the situation. Overwhelmed with the fact that tonight is going to be the first time I’ve been with a real man, not some half-assed screw with a jerk I met on the internet. Gavin is one hundred percent the real deal, and I’m overwhelmed with the fact that I’m about to get everything I’ve asked for and more.
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nbsp; I undo the clasp on my bra, sliding my shoulders out, letting it fall to the floor. My nipples are hard as stone, my arousal unabashedly splayed across my breasts for him to see.
He already knows.
He knows exactly what he’s doing, and the anticipation is probably going to kill me dead before we even make it to the bed.
Peeling off my panties, I step out of them, leaving them in the crumpled pile on the floor. I’m nude.
“Oh, fuck, Sloan. I’m hard just looking at you. Your pussy is going to look so pretty stretched around my dick.”
I’m blushing. I can feel it building through my body, and I’m certain I’m bright red.
His hand on my back sends electric shivers down my spine. He pulls my hair from the low ponytail on my head, letting it flow down my shoulders, smoothing it with his fingers. Every touch from his warm, calloused hands is like a lightning bolt shooting straight at my hot wet center.
“Get up on that bed, girl,” he urges.
I quickly oblige, ready to do whatever he wants, ready to do whatever he says. I want him so badly, I’ll do whatever it takes to get him inside me.
Gavin
Her body is perfect: soft, curvy, smooth; everything I imagined and more. The way her nipples are starting to swell just from my gaze lets me know she’s going to be so fun to fuck with.
She sits at the edge of the bed, her eyes big as saucers and her breath shallow.
“You on the pill?” I ask her.
She nods.
“Good. Because I’m gonna fill that sweet little cunt of yours with so much cum tonight, Sloan. I’m gonna make you mine inside and out. And you’re gonna love it, aren’t you?”
The way she nods her head and her cute little pout drive me absolutely wild.
“Do you like when I talk dirty to you? Does it make you wet?”
She nods again, a glimmer in her eyes. I’m exercising every bit of control I have left in me, anxious to devour her right now.
