“To let you have a bit of privacy then I’ll come and do what I have to do.”
“Stay.” He looks back to the task at hand.
“No.” I take another step then feel his hand on my arm.
He flushes the toilet with one hand and holds me with the other. I look down at his unwashed hand. “Yuck, Benny!”
His eyes run over his hand. “What? My hand too dirty for you because it just came off my dick? That dick was all over you last night and you weren’t saying yuck then.”
“For God’s sakes, Benny!” I try to pull away but he holds me tight then grabs my other arm too.
“Look, Angel, I want us to be a nice normal couple. Couples use the bathroom together.”
With a shake of my head, I say, “Not this couple. I use the bathroom separately.”
“I’m not saying you can never use it alone. I’m just saying there’s no reason to be shy with me. I’m not going to let you.” He pulls me to the toilet and sits me down. “Now use it. I know you need to.”
“Jesus, Benny! I can’t go with you looking at me. At least turn around and brush your teeth.”
He smiles and turns away and starts to brush his teeth. I’m pretty mortified and it takes me quite some time to get things moving, but I do and hop off the toilet before he turns back around.
I look up after I flush the toilet as he makes some sound and I see him tapping the mirror with his rinsed off toothbrush as he smiles at me. “I could see you through the mirror.”
I roll my eyes. “Pervert!”
“Only where you’re concerned.” He moves past me, grazing his body against mine and sending heat through me. Starting the shower, he looks back. “Climb in here when you get finished brushing your teeth.”
“Yes, Master Blaze,” I say as I grin at him.
He winks at me. “And make it snappy, wench.”
I give him a nod and brush my teeth and listen as he sings, “I’ve got you, under my skin.”
After I rinse my mouth out, I get in the shower, finding his head and beard full of shampoo bubbles. He’s still singing away as I step in and he moves his finger in a circle, gesturing for me to turn my back to him.
I do as the control freak wants and find him leaning me back, getting my hair wet. Then his hands move through my hair, massaging shampoo in.
I want to be mad. I want to hate this. But I fucking love it.
I’ve never been the least bit pampered. I’m not big on it. Or wasn’t, anyway.
I could get very used to this.
After he rinses my hair out, he ends his song and turns me back to face him and kisses me. My body melts in his arms as he wraps me in them.
Man, he sure knows how to make a shower fun!
My back’s against the cool tiled wall before I know it and his hands run down my legs, picking me up and just like, that he’s inside me and pressing his body to mine as he holds me up like I don’t weigh a thing.
Our tongues move against the others in a rough fashion as he moves in and out of me. Taking me to a place other than this shower stall.
I run my hands over his muscular back, the water helping them move smoothly and feeling each muscle that’s tight as he uses them to hold me and stroke me.
Inside I’m already quivering. My body reacts to his so well.
His mouth moves off mine and over my neck where he sucks and nips at me. “Baby, I love you.”
I moan with his words. “That sounds so nice.”
He gives me a hard bite. “Is that all you have to say?”
“I love you too, Benny.”
He groans out, “That’s better.”
The smell of the coconut scented shampoo, and him, is intoxicating. My head feels light and my body is on fire. He moves harder, pounding me with each hard thrust.
Little grunts make hot air hit my ear as he makes them with each stroke. I can’t wait any longer and my body gives in to his demands. “Benny!” I shriek with the intense orgasm.
“Yes,” he moans and continues to thrust into me.
Then he makes a ridiculously loud groan and his cock jerks inside me as he keeps moving until it’s all spent.
He eases my feet back to the floor. His lips touch the top of my head. “Now, it’s a good morning.”
I cling to him as my heart is still pounding hard and my legs feel weak. “I agree.”
After getting dressed, which took some time as he kept grabbing me and kissing me or smacking my ass, we’re on our way out to go to breakfast. I hear Cuddles barking in the backyard and I recall that I do have a pet.
“Let me go feed her real quick, Benny. I completely forgot about the poor thing.” I turn and go back in and open the back door where she promptly runs inside.
Jumping up and down with excitement, she goes right past me and jumps into Benny’s arms. “Hey, there girl. Not mad at me at all for putting you outside, are you?”
She yaps a little which means she is a little mad but she’ll get over it. I put down the bowl of dog food and fill up her water bowl.
“How long are we going to be gone?” I ask to decide whether I’m letting her stay inside or needing to put her back out.
“I’m keeping you all day with me, so you better leave her and her food and water outside.” He moves past me, picking up the bowls and putting them outside on the back porch.
“All day, huh?” I pick up my dog and give her a big hug. “Bye, Cuddles. We’ll be back tonight.” I place her on the porch and she wags her tail at me. “I’ll bring you a treat.”
Benny closes the door and spins me around, pressing my back against it. His breath is warm on my cheek as he nuzzles it. “I’d like to give up my motel room. What do you think about that?”
“You want to move in with me for the remainder of your stay in town?” I ask as he kisses down my neck, sending trickles of heat all through me.
“I want to live with you from now on.” He pulls back and looks at me with sparkles shooting through his steely blue eyes. “I don’t want us to spend another night apart.”
My stomach tightens and my body tenses. “That sounds very serious, Benny.”
“Because what we have is very serious, Pumpkin.” His fingertip moves over my lips, tracing them. “I want to wake up every morning and be able to open my eyes and look at your sweet face. I want to close my eyes each night with you being the last thing I see.”
My heart speeds up. This is so quick and so unlike me. But when my mouth opens words come out without me thinking, “Me too.”
“Good.” He steps back, taking my hand in his and leading me toward the door. “And since we’re talking about this, I want us to get something more my speed. A larger place. We can ride around and scout several out, and decide what we like.”
“A larger place? Like you want me to move? I don’t know, Benny. That’s a little, no make that a lot scary. What if we don’t work out? Then I’ll have to move and that’ll be…”
He stops and pulls me into a tight embrace. His forehead touches mine. “Let’s don’t say things like, if we don’t work out. Let’s keep things positive. I’m not saying this will be some relationship made in Heaven that never has a problem or a rough patch because that’s not reality. We’ll have our fights, we’ll have our troubles, but we will get through them.”
“I don’t know what to say. This is all so sudden. That’s all.” I pull back and look at him. “We’re kind of rushing into things.”
“I’ve never been a man who rushes into things. And I know you aren’t one to rush either. But this feels right. You have to agree with that.”
“I do. It does feel right. But rushing is just stupid.”
His fingertip moves along my jaw. “Do you want to slow things down? I keep my room and we can act like we don’t want to spend every night together. Deny ourselves that. And for how long would you like to do that?”
My body aches with a need for him as only his fingertip moves over my skin. It’s completely insane. “Okay,
I know I want to have you in my bed every night. I know it will happen even if I try to slow things down. My body craves you now. It makes no sense.”
“It does make sense. You and I were meant to be together. We found each other and want to be around one another. Not a big mystery. So it’s settled then. We aren’t going to say we’re rushing anything. We’re merely living our lives together from now on. And someday we’ll decide to make that next step.”
He lets me go and takes my hand again, leading me out the front door. I follow along mumbling as we go, “Marriage is on the table after only two dates. If you can call them dates.”
“You can call them dates if you want to, Angel.” He turns back and holds out his hand. “The key please.”
I hand him my keys and he locks the door. Then puts my keys in his pocket.
“I need those. The key to my bike is on that keyring.” I hold out my hand and he shakes his head.
“You’re riding with me.” He takes my hand and pulls me along behind him.
“No. Benny, I don’t ride bitch.”
He laughs and looks back at me as he tugs me along behind him. “You do now.”
“Benny, for real, man. I’ll ride my own bike. I’ve never ridden behind anyone. I think I’ll feel very out of control.” I pull back as he continues to tug me along.
“Good. You need to let some of that control go,” he says as he picks my helmet up off my bike seat.
As he’s placing it on my head, I say, “Said the control freak.”
His grin covers his entire face. “You’re going to have to trust me. And I’m not a control freak.”
“What would you call yourself then?” I ask as he tightens the chin strap.
He looks as if he’s pondering then his eyes brighten. “I’m a man who cares about you. So instead of thinking or saying I’m a control freak, you can say I’m a caring man. Who you love.” He tweaks my nose then kisses it.
I have to laugh as this rugged-looking biker man in black leather, sporting a long beard and tattoos is so sweet and no one would believe me if I told them the things he says.
“I do love you.” I kiss his lips for only a second and his whole face changes.
Sincerity is how I would describe his expression. “And I love you, Kitten.”
My heart goes all pitter-patter in my chest. I feel heat in my cheeks as I know I’m blushing. What he does to me is awesome.
He reaches into one of the side compartments and pulls out two pairs of dark shades. He puts one pair on my face. “I bought these for you the other day. For when you came back. They match mine.”
“So now we can match,” I say with a laugh. “How thoughtful. Thank you.”
He puts his on and gets on the bike then I get on behind him. “Hold on tight,” he says.
“Why? Do you drive crazy?” I wrap my arms around him beginning to get nervous.
“No. I just want to feel your front against my back. So hold on tight,” he says then he starts the bike, and it vibrates underneath me.
I place my chin on his shoulder and turn my head to kiss his neck. “You’re very sweet, Benny.”
“Yeah, I didn’t know I could be sweet. You bring it out in me, Sugar.”
He takes off and I hold on tighter because I’ve never ridden behind anyone before and I’m kind of in between shitting bricks and trying to enjoy this.
It’s a thing only recently I had daydreams about after all. Now here I am behind my handsome biker, hanging on to him and feeling the wind blow over my face as he takes me away with him.
And it does feel just as amazing as I thought it would.
I just might enjoy riding bitch after all!
BLAZE
Her body behind mine feels amazing. And as we pull up to the café, I see some bikes from my club. I get a real sense of pride as I pull to a stop.
Finally, a real woman will be on my arm, not some tramp!
I wait for Angel to get off the bike then I do and help her with her helmet. She seems to fuss about it at first. Knocking my hand away but I just ignore her and continue.
“I can do it,” she says with a pout.
“I know you can, obviously.” I place the helmet on my seat and run my arm around her shoulders. “Now you get to meet my friends.”
“Is it weird that I’m nervous?” she asks as she runs her hand over her white halter top and makes sure it’s adjusted right.
I run my arm down to smooth out her backside, which doesn’t need it. But her ass covered in tight black leather is a thing of magnificence and I just have to touch it. “No, it’s not weird at all that you’re nervous. They’re all cool. You’ll like them. I know you will.”
She looks at me with a little frown on her gorgeous face. “But will they like me?”
“What’s not to like?” I ask as I pull the door open for her.
She runs her arm around my waist and I can feel the tension in her body. “So many things, apparently.”
“What did I say about that? Put that past shit where it belongs and become the women who has been locked up inside you for way too long. You're gorgeous, funny, and smart as a mother fucker…”
Her giggle stops me. “Smart as a mother fucker! I think I’ll have to add that to my resume. Mind if I get a letter of recommendation from you with that as your opening line?”
I kiss the side of her head as I lead her toward the table my friends are at. “Of course, my Angel.”
All eyes are on us as we walk up. Phoenix stands up and extends her hand immediately. “Hi, I’m Phoenix, the woman you heard talking to Blaze last night was me. I’m really sorry about the trouble I caused. I was only checking up on him to make sure no women were bugging him. Ashley and I have been keeping the bitches at bay because he was dead set on staying sin free for you. And now that I see you, I know why.”
“Thank you,” she says as she releases Phoenix’s hand. “I had a bout of insecurities and ran like a frightened kid. I’m over it now. It’s nice to meet you, my name is…”
The table full of people say, all at the same time, “Angel, we know!”
She laughs and looks at me. “Been talking about me?”
Ashely gets up and holds out her hand. “I’m Ashley, and yes he has been talking about you. I have to say, I was thinking he had to be going overboard when he talked about how gorgeous you are, but he was on point. You’re stunning, Angel.”
Angel’s deep blue eyes go really big. “Wow! Thank you. I mean, you're gorgeous yourself. That’s quite a compliment.” Then she looks at Phoenix and nods. “You’re also stunning, Phoenix. Is it a prerequisite to be pretty if you’re to date a man in this club?”
Rod laughs. “It helps.”
We take seats, I sit Angel next to Ashley and take the one between Angel and Paco. The waitress brings two coffee cups and places them in front of us. “Hi, Angel. Been a while since I’ve seen you.”
Angel smiles at the girl who looks to be near her age. “Hey, Stella. Yeah, I’ve been eating at home, mostly. Does the cook still make that mean Denver omelet?”
She nods and says, “Yep. So you want that and the wheat toast? And I’ll get the cream you like too.” She turns to me. “And for you, sir?”
“I’ll have what she’s having. Since she’s a local, I’m going to assume she knows the best thing to eat here.” I place my hand on Angel’s thigh and give it a slight squeeze.
“Be right back,” she says as she spins away.
Ashley looks at Angel with a wide smile. “You have to show us the best place to eat lunch today when we take our ride. I’ve been searching for the perfect steak and have yet to find one.”
“Freddy’s is the best place. Flame-kissed magic is what they do over there,” Angel says. “You’ll love it or it’ll be free. I went to school with the cook. Well, he likes to be called a chef, but I knew him when he made mud pies, so I still just call him a cook.”
“Freddy’s it is then,” Ashely says. “So glad to have a local to show
us around. Tell us what the others don’t know, Angel. I want to see things only the locals know about.”
The whole table leans in looking excited to find hidden treasures. Angel looks a little shy but her expression changes then she says, “I bet you guys like to hang around campfires and stuff like that in the middle of nowhere, right.”
“Hell yeah we do,” Rod says as he puts his arm around Ashley. “I love the outdoors and frankly the smoke filled bars are messing with my sinuses. What ya got, Angel?”
“My grandmother lives on a small farm about thirty minutes out. Way off the beaten path. She wouldn’t mind letting us kick back at her place for the night. I’m assuming you guys have tents and stuff. Like most of the bikers who come for this rally do,” Angel says as the waitress places the enormous plate filled with all kinds of delicious looking food in front of us.
Paco looks at Phoenix. “Sound like something you want to do?”
She nods. “I do. We can stop at the store before we head out and get wienies and roast them over the fire. It’ll be fun.”
I kiss Angel’s cheek. “Looks like you’re stealing the show, baby.”
Her cheeks go pink and she looks down at her plate. “Nah.”
Everyone chit chats and things feel comfortable. Seems Angel has a little social anxiety but seems to be getting over it well. I make sure to leave a huge tip for the waitress since she’s a friend of sorts to Angel.
And back we get on my bike as the others do as well and Angel gets on behind me and we hit the road. Only this time as I ride with my brothers, I have my girl with me. And it feels better than I thought it would.
All the ass I thought I wanted is nothing compared to having Angel sitting behind me, holding me tight.
She leans with me as we make a corner and I fight the urge to kiss her as her chin rests on my shoulder. The air is the perfect temperature, and the ride seems like the best I’ve ever had.
My phone vibrates in my pocket and it reminds me of my grandfather and I figure it’s one of my family members. Then I have to fight the urge to chunk the damn thing.
I don’t bother with the phone and it stops vibrating. But it makes my mood a bit sour as I think about what the hell my family is going to say about Angel.
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