“Anything you want.”
I pivoted to face him. “Anything?”
“Yeah, baby, anything.”
I bit my lip and smiled. “You might regret saying that.”
“Pretty sure I won’t,” he said, taking a swig of his beer.
“I’m gonna need you to stock up on condoms.”
He spit his beer out and I laughed.
“Jesus Christ,” he hissed as his biker buds turned to look at him.
“You okay?” Sundance asked him.
“Yeah, I’m good, Pops,” he said, staring at me.
I grinned and took a sip of water, watching his eyes blaze with desire.
Yes, this man was going to WD-40 the shit out of my body.
Raquel
Two days later…
I ARRIVED HOME from class to find Orion leaning up against his bike, checking his phone, and I couldn’t help my stomach from fluttering as I parked my car.
I climbed out and walked toward him. “Are you stalking me again?”
“Depends.” He grinned, slipping his phone into his pocket. “Do you like surprise visits or should I expect a cop to arrive and escort me off the premises?”
“How did you know where I live?”
“Sierra slipped me your address before you left the bar the other night. She said something about you needin’ your world rocked.”
I rolled my eyes. “That woman needs to be leashed.”
“I know a few guys who could do that for you.”
I couldn’t stop a laugh. “I may get their numbers from you later. What are you doing here?”
“It’s a nice day. Was gonna see if you wanted to go for a ride.”
“It’s been ages since I’ve been on a bike,” I breathed out.
“It’s long overdue then.”
“Let me grab a jacket.”
“Sounds good.”
I rushed inside the townhouse, dropped my bag on the floor, and rummaged through my closet for my old leather jacket. It was buried in the back, so I had to wrestle it out from under other coats on the floor.
Sierra was at work, so I sent her a quick text, then headed back to Orion and his gorgeous Harley-Davidson Fatboy. After shoving my purse into one of his saddlebags, he handed me a helmet, and threw his leg over the seat. I climbed on behind him and we took off for the open road.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and took a deep breath, the thrill of being on the back of a bike surging through me as Orion expertly drove the back streets, then opened it up when we hit the freeway.
Lordy, I’d missed this.
We drove for a good twenty minutes before he pulled off and I knew exactly where we were headed.
“Oh my god, are we going to Billy’s?” I yelled over the pipes.
“You good with that?” he called back.
“Hell, yeah!”
Billy’s Old Style BBQ was the best place in town. It was a little out of the way and somewhat secluded, but anyone who knew anything about good food, knew about Billy’s. I gave Orion a squeeze and he rubbed my arm quickly before continuing down the road. We pulled up to the old building ten minutes later, and I virtually jumped off the bike, suddenly starving.
Orion chuckled as he helped me with my helmet. “Eager, huh?”
“The second you said Billy’s, my stomach was ready,” I admitted. “I miss good BBQ.”
“Well, that’s high praise,” he said. “I’ve lived here my whole life, so I’ve never known anything different.”
“Trust me. Billy’s a genius.”
He grinned, pulling my purse from the saddlebag and handing it to me before taking my hand and leading me through the front doors of the restaurant.
The tall, blonde, thin, and model-esque hostess approached with a huge grin. “Hey, Orion.”
“Hey, Whit,” he said.
“Table for two?” she asked, raking her pornographic eyes over his body, never once looking at me.
“Yeah, that’d be good,” he said.
“Friend of yours?” I asked, removing my hand from his as we navigated the narrow spaces between tables.
He didn’t answer, shocker, as Whit sat us at a booth in the corner.
Handing us menus, she smiled at Orion, leaning down, obviously so he could get a glimpse of her teeny tiny cleavage. “Your server will be here shortly, but if you need anything, honey, let me know.”
I mouthed, “Honey?” for his eyes only and Orion raised an eyebrow.
“Thanks, Whit,” he said, and the slut walked away.
Why did guys always go for the rail thin blondes? And why the hell did I care? That was the bigger question, really. I was short and curvy, but I was in shape. I mean, round was a shape, technically.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Golden,” I said, perusing my menu, even though I knew exactly what I wanted.
“You’re not jealous, are you?”
I glanced at him. “Of whom?”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “No one.”
I lowered my menu with a sigh. “Sorry. I’m not jealous in the sense that she was coming onto you so hard, I’m sure she’d drop to her knees and suck you off in the middle of this restaurant if you asked her to. It’s more of a… I don’t know… her being tall and blonde with a thigh gap to die for, the opposite of me, and sometimes girls just want what they can’t have.”
“You want to be tall and blonde?”
“And skinny,” I said.
He smiled. “Well, that’s dumb.”
“Is it?”
“Yeah. You’re a hundred times prettier than Whitney. She needs to eat a fuckin’ sandwich, or twelve.”
Oh my god, my stomach just dropped into my vagina. “Well, I don’t know if that’s necessarily true, but it’s sweet of you to say.”
“You don’t believe a word I’m sayin’, do you?”
I smiled. “I don’t know you. So, no.”
He laughed. “Okay, Razzle, I’m gonna change that.”
“Razzle?”
“You get a little razzled when you’re trying not to show me your emotions.”
I wrinkled my nose. “I do not.”
He hummed, focusing back on his menu. “Okay, Razzle, you don’t.”
“Did you stock up?” I asked, pretending to look at my food options. His quiet hiss indicated he knew exactly what I was asking, and I grinned as I met his eyes. “Well? Did you?”
“You serious about that?”
“As a heart attack,” I said. “No strings, though. I’m not looking for a commitment.”
“Jesus Christ,” he hissed.
“You got a problem with that?”
“No.”
“Good.” I closed my menu and leaned across the table. “How’s that for razzled?”
He dropped his head back and laughed.
* * *
The next day, Sierra was working, so I had the house to myself…which was why Orion was on his way over for our first night together. I wasn’t nervous, surprisingly, but I was excited. Lordy, I needed some relief.
My doorbell rang and I rushed to the front door, smoothing my hair before pulling open the door. Before I could greet him, Orion had me pushed up against the wall and his mouth was on mine. I gripped his leather jacket and held on for dear life as his tongue explored mine and his hand slid to my waist.
He broke the kiss, settling his forehead to mine and smiling. “Hey.”
“Hi,” I breathed out, kissing him again, this time quickly. “You’re early.”
“Personality flaw.”
I tugged his beard gently. “Not a flaw.”
He chuckled. “You look gorgeous.”
I wore a striped maxi skirt with a V-neck T-shirt tied at my waist. I’d taken care with my hair, blow drying the natural curl straight and had applied very little makeup.
“Thanks, so do you.” I smiled up at him. “Are you hungry?”
“Not for food. You?”
I licked my lips. �
��Same.”
“Yeah?”
I nodded. “Can we fuck now and eat later?”
He chuckled. “I plan to eat, baby, but it’ll be you.”
“Okay,” I rasped. “Come on.”
I led him up to my room and closed us in, just in case Sierra came home early. And then Orion’s mouth was on mine and his tongue slid between my lips, and I wrapped my arms around his neck in an effort to stay upright. Before I could fully register what was happening, my shirt was gone, as was my skirt, leaving me in my bra and panties. My nipples started tingling as he unsnapped my bra from behind, tugging it from my body and dropping it on the floor.
His shirt was next, and I barely got a chance to take in his lean muscles and the Primal Howlers tattoo spanning his chest before I was on my back on my mattress and his face was buried between my legs.
My legs jolted as I slid them over his back and arched into his mouth, unable to stop a moan as his tongue found my clit over my panties.
Perfection.
He guided my legs back onto the mattress and slid my panties down, before throwing them in the corner and removing his boots and jeans. I watched him strip, biting my lip in an effort not to cry out in ecstasy at the vision of him naked. Lordy, he was pretty.
Tattoos covered his chest and neck, while his arms were bare. I found this both fascinating, and sexy as hell.
He smiled, running his hands up the outside of my thighs. “You are beautiful.”
“You too,” I rasped, and he pushed my legs apart, focusing on my pussy again.
He ran his tongue between my lips before moving to my clit and sucking gently, then blowing air onto the sensitive nub. I moaned as my body shivered deliciously at his touch.
I lost his mouth when he took a second to roll on a condom and I couldn’t stop myself from sitting up and running my tongue over one of his tattoos right between his pecs, just above the Primal Howlers logo. He smiled, leaning down to kiss me again, then I was on my back and he was sliding into me.
“Jesus,” he hissed. “You’re fuckin’ gorgeous.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist, arching into him, taking him deeper, and he started to move. Slowly at first, but then faster, building a fire inside of me as he covered my mouth with his.
My arms and legs clenched around him as my body thrummed with an impending climax and I let out a quiet sigh.
“Wait for me,” he demanded.
“Oh, god,” I panted out. “I don’t think I can.”
He slammed into me, then twisted my nipple between his finger and thumb, and I cried out as I came apart around him. He groaned, then I felt his dick pulse inside of me. He rolled us to our sides, and I slid my leg over his hip to stay connected. “Wow.”
Orion chuckled. “That was a little quicker than I would have liked.”
“We’ve got all night,” I reminded him.
“This is true.” He stroked my cheek, running his thumb over my lips. “You’re amazing, Razzle.”
I kissed his thumb. “Back atya.”
“You good with this being exclusive?”
I frowned. “I told you I didn’t want a commitment.”
“I get it, but I wanna get to a point where we don’t have to use condoms, and we can’t do that if we’re not exclusive.”
“Oh, right. Good point.”
“You on the pill?”
I shook my head. “IUD.”
“I went to the clinic yesterday and took every test I could. Should have the results in a few days.”
“I got tested when I ended it with Mark. I haven’t been with anyone since, but I can go do that if you want.”
“How long ago was that?”
“Right before I moved here.”
“You haven’t been with anyone for over two years?”
“Yes. Why, is that weird?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re fuckin’ sexy, Raquel.”
I blushed. “Well, that’s ridiculously sweet.”
“It’s the truth,” he said. “You can’t tell me men aren’t falling at your feet.”
“I can tell you that,” I countered.
“Then they’re idiots.”
I snorted. “Stop.”
“I bet you twenty bucks you’re just not noticin’.”
“Whatever. Can we get off this subject, please?”
“The subject of you being sexy as fuck?”
I nodded. “Yes. That one.”
“We can once you acknowledge it.”
“Oh my god, you’re ridiculous.”
He grinned. “Maybe so, but I’m not wrong.”
“Okay, let’s put aside the fact you’re being super sweet right now, it’s not just that guys aren’t throwing themselves at me. I’ve been swamped with research. This is the first ‘distraction’ I’ve had in two years.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yep.”
“I’m honored, Razzle.”
I chuckled. “You should be.”
“I want to know about your research, but hold that thought,” he said, sliding out of me and heading to the bathroom. He returned, climbing under the covers and pulling me over his chest. “What are you researching?”
“The effects of pharmacology on behavior,” I said. “Specifically, the effects of CBD on childhood seizures and nonverbal autism.”
“What about adults with the same?”
“I’m focusing on children, but I’m sure whatever I find will work for adults as well.”
“Which explains the move to Colorado.”
I smiled, tracing his Howlers tattoo with my finger. “Exactly. I had the option to move to Washington, but Colorado seemed more my style.”
“Let me guess. No Dogs here, ergo, more your style.”
I chuckled. “You’re smarter than you look.”
“Been told that before.”
I set my chin on my hand and met his eyes. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“What’s your story?”
“That’s gonna have to keep for another day,” he said, rolling me onto my back and kissing my neck. “I’ve got plans for you.”
Did he ever.
By the time I fell asleep wrapped up in him, I was sure my body would never recover.
* * *
Orion
Raquel finally fell asleep about two a.m. I, on the other hand, couldn’t do the same. Mostly because everything we’d done rocked me to my core. Jesus, she was incredible, and I had a feeling I was in trouble.
Now, her lush body was pressed against mine and she was quietly snoring. All I wanted to do was wrap myself around her and stay here forever. But I wouldn’t. I had to keep this casual. Had to keep her at an arm’s length. After talking to her for ten minutes, I realized she was far too good for my degenerate ass, and I refused to let my shit rub off on her.
The problem was, I’d buried myself deep and I’d never felt anything so perfect.
Scrubbing one hand down my face, the other wrapped firmly around Raquel, I contemplated my current predicament. I was supposed to make a run to Denver in the morning to check on a couple of our businesses. My club owned several cannabis shops in the area, not to mention, my father and I owned six of our own. I had been tasked with checking on the three we’d just opened in Denver, which meant I’d be out of pocket for at least a week.
And I didn’t want to be out of pocket from Raquel for that long. I didn’t want to be away from her for an hour, let alone a week.
Technically, my dad should be doing this, but he’d decided I was his very own whipping boy and I was to jump when he said jump. It had been like this for a couple of years now and I didn’t know how much longer I was willing to eat his shit, especially now that I’d met the woman of my fantasies.
Jesus Christ, I was fucked.
“Why aren’t you asleep?” Raquel grumbled sleepily, sliding her hand over my stomach.
I gave her a gentle squeeze. “No reason.”
“You don’t have to stay,” she said. “I mean, I like you being here, but don’t feel like you have to hang around if you don’t want to.”
“I’m good. Just not sleepy.”
She kissed my chest. “Well, since you’re up…”
Positioning herself between my legs, she ran her tongue over my Howler’s tattoo, then worked her way down my body. I was rock hard the second her tongue touched my skin, but when she wrapped her gorgeous mouth around my dick, I was lost. Again.
In an effort not to embarrass myself, I hooked my hands under her arms and pulled her up my body, rolling her onto her back.
“I was enjoying that,” she complained.
I grinned, kissing her. “So was I. A little too much.”
“Oh,” she said with the cutest fuckin’ giggle I’d ever heard.
I took a second to roll on a condom, then I slipped inside of her and her laugh stopped on a gasp. “You good?” I asked.
“Holy shit, yes,” she hissed out.
I held her tight and turned us both so that she was straddling my hips. “Your turn, Razzle.”
She settled her hands on my chest and leaned down to kiss me. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
“Bring it.”
She raised her hips slightly, then lowered her body, impaling herself and somehow, my dick got harder. Jesus, she drove me crazy.
I slid my hands to her tits and palmed her nipples into tight buds. She dropped her head back and arched into my touch as she rode me.
I drew my knees up and thrust deeper and she gripped my arms quickening her pace. “Ori, I can’t… oh, god!”
She fell across my chest as her pussy contracted around me and I rolled her onto her back and slammed into her over and over until I found my own release.
“Don’t stop,” she begged as I pulled out of her, so I pressed two fingers inside of her, sliding my thumb across her clit.
“Ride my hand, baby.”
She did so spectacularly and cried out my name as her cum covered my hand. I lifted my fingers to my mouth and licked her juices clean. “Jesus, fuck, baby, you taste like honey.”
She chuckled. “I’ll take your word for it.”
“I’ll be right back.”
I headed to her bathroom to take care of the condom and clean up, then came back and pulled her over my chest. I couldn’t get enough.
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