by Selena Kitt
Free time, she chortled mentally. Her work got so hectic that she hadn't shaved her legs for three weeks before she took a razor to them. Once a month, she squeezed in a wax and facial. It was her hope that things would change when she headed home to her new life.
She propped one five inch wedge heel against the wall and stared up at the starless sky. The thumping of the beat in the brick had her hips rocking back and forth.
Just a few more moments.
"You're on the wrong side of the door for the party."
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Jaxon watched the eyes of the curvy beauty stretch as she glanced around the arc of light from the one bulb, trying to find where the voice had come from. He'd been standing further down the alley to be away from the crowd. Too many people in a confined area made him jumpy. An occupational hazard, he knew.
When the place started to get packed with the Friday night crush, he and his buddy had called it a night. He'd come out to hop on his ride when the side door had opened and let out one of the most sexiest women he'd seen in a long time. She was smaller on top than her full hips and thighs, pushing out the short flared skirt, equated. Her A-frame was exactly to his taste. He wasn't so much a breast man as ass and soft supple thighs were a big turn on to him. Her narrow waist helped to accentuate her better assets. The woman's pale, bare legs revealed the lack of sun she'd got more than halfway through the summer. He wondered what she did that kept her indoors, compared to other women in the club that night who were bronzed, both from sun and salons.
"Who's there?" She took a step from the wall as she glanced down the darkened path.
The gentlemanly thing to do would have been to let his presence be known when she'd first walked out, however, he'd been enjoying the view way too much.
He moved closer to the light, allowing the beam to hit the toes of his boots. "Wasn't trying to startle you."
She turned and faced him square on—brave, bold. Her light blue eyes were sharp as she stared into the dim light still shadowing him. "I wasn't. Just didn't expect anyone else to be out here."
She stepped closer so she could see him clearly. He could see her better, as well. Long dark brown hair, with a few highlights around her face. A face that was round, perfect for displaying her wide blue eyes and full lips tinted with pink gloss that just amplified the sexiness of her rose, bow-shaped lips. "Aren't you on the wrong side of the party?"
She tilted her head and licked her lips.
Nervous? Damn, she was hot.
"No. Not really my thing." She hitched her thumb toward the door.
He could understand that. "If this isn't your scene, why come?"
"Hard to say no to your own party." She shrugged. Stepping back, she leaned against the wall again.
"Should I say happy birthday?"
She laughed, flipping those silky brown layers over a shoulder. "No."
The husky sound caused heat to swirl in his gut. Drawn in by her, he sauntered closer. Maybe he'd been deployed for way too long this time if a woman's simple laugh could spark so much desire in him. Being back less than forty-eight hours and hitting the road after the debriefing, he hadn't gotten in his normal beer and fuck. Visiting an old friend in Fayetteville, at a bar, he'd hoped to knock both things off his checklist. Two beers later, he had been close to ending the night without a hot piece in his bed.
It wasn't her birthday, but she didn't offer any other reason why her friends were celebrating her. He afforded her the privacy. Why not, he didn't know her, she owed him nothing.
"So, do you spend most of your Friday nights sleuthing through club alleys?"
It was his turn to chuckle. "Sleuthing, such a mysterious and dangerous word. I'm sorry to disappoint you. I parked my bike here."
"Parking out front not good enough for you?" The smile turning up the corners of her mouth was both teasing and seductive.
He always enjoyed a woman with a good sense of humor.
"No." He didn't care how unreasonable it sounded. His ride was his heart. When he was off serving his country, he didn't have thoughts of home and hearth that he yearned for, but getting on his bike and hitting the road—freedom.
"Can I see it?" Her teeth sank into her lower lip.
His gaze was drawn to the plumpness of the flesh her teeth rested in. One of his enjoyments in life, outside of riding and sex itself, was kissing. He loved soft lips and warm, nubile tongues. Maybe because it made him think of a woman's mouth somewhere else, but whatever the reason, he fuckin' loved it. And this woman before him had a set to drive a man to full distraction.
"This lighting would make it a bit difficult." He pointed to the solo surviving bulb by the side door.
"I have a light on my cell." She dipped into some hidden panel of her skirt, then whipped out a teal case. After flipping it open, she tapped the screen twice with her thumb before a beam of light shot from it.
"Whoa there super girl, control your ray of light." He tilted his head to the side to angle away from the bright shot.
She giggled and aimed the phone downward. "Sorry."
He waved it away. "Come on." Stepping to the side, he waited for her to glide toward him. She moved like an erotic angel of the night. The sway of her hips with each high-heeled step she took toward him put him in a trance.
Yeah, he'd been away too damn long.
She lit the path as they walked. He didn't need the illumination to get to his ride.
"Wow. You ride a Harley." Her voice was full of awe as she glided the light along the imprint.
"A switchback." He cocked a brow. "You know bikes?"
"No. Not really." She waved the hand not holding her cell phone. "Motorcycles have always fascinated me. Maybe because my father had one when I was younger."
He could hear the wistfulness in her voice. "You want a ride?"
She glanced toward him. "Mm. Its best I don't. My friends would be worried. Girlfriend's pact and all."
"Don't leave the bar alone with a strange man."
"You know the secret, do you?"
"I've been around."
She shyly glanced over at him, tilting her head so all her brown illustrious locks slid around her shoulders and hung in soft waves. "Can I sit on it for a moment?"
His gut tightened and his dick stood to attention. He knew she was talking about the bike, but he couldn't stop his mind from envisioning her riding him.
Usually as his own personal code, he didn't let others on his ride, but this woman fascinated him, drew him in. For a moment he considered that if he told her no, the little moment between them would dissipate and she'd go back inside to her celebration.
"I'll be gentle." Her eyes seemed to brighten in the glow of her phone light.
He chuckled at her teasing. However, he also enjoyed that she seemed to understand what his Harley meant to him. "Yeah, you can."
She did a little hop in place, her breasts bouncing and her little skirt fluttering out and down.
Moving closer to his ride, he took hold of the handle, keeping it steady for her. He held out his other hand to her.
Slipping her hand in his, she allowed him to tug her forward toward the motorcycle. Her hand was smaller than his. Long, slender, elegant and soft fingers curled around his. Instead of guiding her to the machine, he wanted to pull her toward himself.
Without coy hesitation she swung one of her legs over the bike and straddled it, settling onto the seat.
He released her hand. His eyes watched as she touched and admired the leather, metal and gauges, still shining the light all around it, oohing and aahing.
The little skirt she wore rode higher on her thighs. The man in him admired her as she regarded his switchback. In some way he was envious of the prized hunk of metal.
"Here, feel this." He pulled the key out of his pocket, then slipped it into the ignition and ignited it.
"Oh, oh!" She giggled, set her phone between her legs on the seat then gripped the handles.
"Nice, huh?"
"Wow. That's a lot of vibration… power." Her face was filled with rapture as she smiled, lowering her lids and tipping her head back as if she were imaging herself harnessing the power and rolling down the road.
The desire to capture that, feel the free passion with her, was humming under his skin, in his blood. He wasn't even touching the bike, but it was as if he was quivering inside.
That look on her face, caught in the wide beam from her phone, flipped a switch on in him. He reached out and killed the engine.
Did she gasp?
She looked at him, curiosity filled her large eyes. "Did I do something wrong?"
"What's your name?" He took the step that brought him to her side.
"Why?" Her words were breathy.
"I prefer to know the name of a woman I'm kissing."
Heat blazed in her eyes that matched the warmth through his veins as he waited. Would she take his honest open bait, or tell him to jackoff and walk away? He didn't believe in forcing his attention on a woman, but he wasn't a man if he didn't take opportunities and push the envelope.
"Kerrigan." She picked up the gauntlet.
In one move, he leaned down, closing the gap between them as his lips met hers and he palmed the back of her head. He desired the kiss so much he truly didn't think about how she would respond. So feeling her tongue meet his when he entered her succulent lips set him ablaze. He deepened the kiss and she slipped her hand into his short hair. The scratching of her nails over his scalp had him wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her up off the bike.
She made long moans as her body aligned with his. The tremors he felt from her matched the ones coursing through him.
His cock was hammer hard, he was sure she felt the impression at the seat of her thighs. He groaned when she pressed into him, shifting her hips in just the right way that tantalized and excited him more. Lowering his hands, he gripped her ass, then ravished her mouth when he discovered that her skirt wasn't a decoy to hide small assets. Hell no, this woman was curvaceous and round like he'd fantasized.
One step at a time, she followed his lead. It wasn't until he felt the rough surface of brick on the back of his hands that he realized he'd backed them to the nearest wall.
Pulling away, he whispered along her lips, "I want you." The light of her cell and the bulb made weird shadows around them, but he could see her clearly enough. There was passion in her gaze and her lips were dewy and swollen. "I want you right here and now. Can you handle that, Kerrigan?"
"What's your name?"
A corner of his lip curled at the sound of his words coming back at him. "Jax. Why?"
"I wanted to know the name of the man I'm agreeing to have sex with."
He couldn't really see her clearly any longer now that they stood deep in the shadows. However, he didn't need to see, just feel her body against his. Blind, he cupped her face, caressed her bottom lip. "Feel free to call it out all you want."
His lips found hers and he swallowed her sigh as his other hand moved from her waist down below her skirt. He palmed her hot sex. She wore lace panties, the weaving and her wetness running through was a clue for him. The desire to see her spread-eagled on a bed with all the lights on made him ache with need.
She parted her thighs, giving him room. Taking it, he circumvented the edge of her panties and got his first touch of slick, damp pussy. His bountiful beauty was hairless as a baby seal and just as wet. Shoving her panties aside he freed her labia in order to reach her clit, stroking her.
"Mmm… ooh," she moaned, dragging her lips away as he circled the stiff peak.
"You're fucking dripping." He journeyed from her clit down her slit, then pressed inside of her. Over and over, he slipped along her slick walls.
Her hand palmed him. "You're so damn hard." She squeezed and stroked his length.
The touch made him groan and thrust into her hand. His zipper sounded like lightning shooting through the sky as it was lowered fast, the same thrill and chills careening along his spine. Then her hand snaked through the opening of his boxer briefs and surrounded him. If he thought for one moment his dick couldn't get any harder, he was fucking wrong. It stretched to the point of a painful euphoric blend as her thumb brushed his tip and swept a droplet away.
He needed to be inside her and he told her just that. But he waited until the last moment before removing his hand from between her legs. After his button was undone. After he'd yanked his jeans and underwear down below his ass. And after he'd wrapped an arm around her waist and hoisted her up, using the wall to help balance her. Finally, he removed his hand and grasped his cock. "Hold on, sweetness, this is going to be a good, hard fuck." He slipped his crown through her wet heat until he rested at the gate of her pussy. "Wish that wasn't so, but this place isn't conducive to anything long and drawn out."
"Didn't ask for that." She wrapped her legs around his hips and took hold of his shoulders. "Fuck me."
A growl tore from his lips that metamorphosed into a groan as he rocked forward and drove through her tight walls. It took him a few pumps to seat himself all the way inside. She was a fuckin' fist. Not a virgin, but it had been more than a while for this beauty.
"Don't stop." She rotated her hips as she pressed down on him, squeezing.
"No fuckin' way." He grabbed her butt beneath her dress and leaned back just to place himself at the right angle to feed her his whole length. They were against the wall, but he didn't want to slam her against it.
He ground into her, rubbing against her clit and loving the sharp intakes of breath and her whimpers of pleasure with each pass.
Her body was wound tight and quivering like a bow to his arrow. "Harder, Jax! Har-r-r-ahhh…"
There was no problem in him giving it to her like she wanted, like he wanted.
"Jaxon, call me Jaxon." He wanted to hear his real name from her lips. Not the nickname everyone used.
"Jaxon? Jaxon, yes," she panted.
When he felt the first quakes in the depths of her pussy, a signal she was coming soon, he fused his mouth to hers. This was not a private place. As much he would have wanted to hear her screaming out his name as she came, he refused to draw attention to them. The alleyway was long, but not long enough.
Her body liquefied around him, heat seeping into his pores as she came hard. She gripped him everywhere, her fingers into his shoulders, and her legs around her back, and her sex gloved him, a perfect fit. It was the feel of her orgasm that ignited his. He was out of control. He pressed her into the wall as he took her, deep and hard, ensuring this would be a moment she wouldn't soon forget.
He wasn't even sure why it was important to him that she remembered this session, this moment, but it was—in the depth of his core.
When his release came, blazing and powerful, almost taking him to his knees, he held her tight, buried his face in the curve of her neck. His groan of pleasure sounded animalistic to him even as he attempted to smother it in the sweet silkiness of her skin.
For a euphoric span of time, they both stayed like that, curled around each other—connected.
All too soon, they were interrupted by a drunken group yelling from one end of the alley as they exited the bar.
Jaxon tensed. He peered down the way, ensuring the rowdy bunch weren't coming their way. Seeing the gaggle of women dressed in some get-ups with sashes and tiaras, talking about the strippers they were going to see, he relaxed.
"Wild woman do and they don't regret it…"
Wild Women Do began to blare from her cell phone, shattering any remaining bubble of intimacy around them.
As Kerrigan's thighs parted and lowered, he felt the final bans of reality set in.
"I really should get back."
He wasn't hurt by her words, it was the truth of the moment. They didn't owe each other anything—they had made no promises. Understanding that without him moving, she couldn't go anywhere, he arched back, slipping from the warm, wet, silky haven that had provided blissful sanctuary to him
.
Holding her waist until her feet were steady on the ground, he released her. Hitching up his pants, he stuffed his semi-hard dick away and fastened up. Their dim surroundings didn't allow him more than an outline of her. He wanted to see her, view the remnants of desire as they faded away. It wasn't to be.
She moved closer to the light only to swipe her cell phone from the seat of his switchback. The beam of light she kept aimed at the ground, and he regretted not really seeing her even more.
"Well…" There was hesitance in her voice.
He was sure it was because she most likely didn't know how to handle the minutes following a quickie with a stranger. However, he did. It was how he had lived his life for the past thirteen years. Being a Marine in a special ops division made it too easy for him to make excuses not to have a personal life. Even when he wasn't set to deploy, he volunteered. The military was his life.
"This was—um. It was nice," she said.
Nice? No, it was fucking amazing. That thought alone scared the shit out of him. This was not his world. This girl was here and he was hours away. Long distance relationships weren't for him. Yes, it was time for him to end this.
"I'm sure your friends are looking for you." He stepped to his bike, it sat between them. Reaching out, he cupped her cheek. "You're a beauty, vivacious woman." He moved his thumb over her lips. "You make it hard for a man to walk away."
"Thank you. You won't make it easy to forget." Puffs of air from her breath played around his finger.
One last caress and he lowered his hand. "I'll keep an eye out until you get inside."
There was a pause, then the snapping of her wedges as she moved away. The light on her phone was no longer on as she walked into the ray of light over the back door. Seeing the sway of her hips wasn't any less of a pull to him then it had been before. Now, instead of to him, she was walking away.
Swinging his leg over his ride, he sat and watched. He was blown away by an urge to go after her that twisted his gut. With tight fists and dug in boot heels, he stayed put.
