“I’m not about to make you do anything you don’t want to do.”
She grabs onto his waistband, her fingers dipping inside his pants. “Do you hear me complaining?”
“Every step of the way.”
Aliah scowls at him. “Fine, then. What do you want to do?”
His chuckle is dark and seductive. “I’ll give you two options. One: You tell me to get the hell out of here and I will leave right this minute. Or two: Get up on that bed and spread your pretty little legs for me.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Harley asks for a silent invitation, her legs involuntarily part for him. That voice is a weapon. Her body aches for him before it even knows what it’s missing. She hopes he’ll just strip from his t-shirt and jeans and show her exactly what she’s working with. He doesn’t.
He loses his shirt in a matter of seconds. For that she is grateful. She can’t take her eyes off those large sculpted arms, loving the way wings of a predatory bird stretch across the expanse of his strong upper back. He turns toward her and puts his hands on his hips. Now it seems to be his turn to peruse over her body.
Harley stands there, stationary, but his muscles are doing magnificent things under her warm scrutiny. She hasn’t realized how a simple glance can have her twitching with exhilaration. She licks at her lips and his own mouth parts, as he sucks in a breath. The anticipation has the room in flames, together with her panties.
When Harley climbs onto the bed, it dips under his weight. She wonders why he hasn’t stripped yet. Then his mouth is on her over-sensitized flesh, and suddenly she’s not so concerned about his pants. His palm slides up and down her body, leaving a trail of goose-bumps in its wake, as his tongue works his magic on her.
When his hand slips between her legs, she makes to squeeze her thighs together, but is stopped when his large thigh captures her leg. She feels so exposed and yet completely and utterly content to let him have his way with her. And he did just that.
Harley gives her a night of the most unbelievable pleasure she’s ever experienced, the attentions rolling over well into the early morning hours. Aliah doesn’t know how she is supposed to explain this one to herself. Harley had delivered, all night long, and he hadn’t even given her what she wanted most - him inside of her.
Sure, his tongue went there and he let her wet his dick in her mouth, more than once, but she needed that sizable thing between her legs. It was bad enough that she was stuck in this hazy purgatory between sleep and sate. It was worse when she’s suddenly stuck thinking about nothing but the flexibility of his pelvis and how ram-rod straight he becomes every time she touches him.
Aliah’s eyes open sleepily, expecting to find a vacant bed next to her. She was certain he’d have bolted before the sun was up, but that naked slab of sex was still sprawled out in her bed, just snoring away. Her teeth dig into her smiling lower lip. Why does that make her smile?
Terrified by her reaction, she slips out from under his arm and hides out in the bathroom for close to an hour. She hopes that is enough time for him to wake the fuck up and skedaddle. But this dude isn’t like other guys she’s dated. Not that they were dating, but Harley was so attentive to her needs.
Harley had restrained himself from orgasm completely, even when she’d sucked him hard and slid him between her breasts, begging him to cum all over her. The look in his eyes told her he wanted to, but he’d denied himself the release. He’d exerted sheer willpower like she’d never seen before. What man does that? He’s like superman or something.
That thought alone has her wound so tight, she can feel herself contracting between her thighs, the rest of her body quivering with excitement. She presses her ear to the door, but she can’t hear anything. She figures he’s finally taken the hint and left quickly and quietly. With a smile, she opens her door. On the other side of it is a sleepy Harley, and he’s naked, with a hard-on from hell.
Aliah’s mouth falls to the floor and stays that way when his massive arm stretches up and over his head to scratch the back of it.
“Good morning.” His voice is low and husky; very sexy. But not half as sexy as that fit body.
He leans forward and plants a kiss on her lips, before passing by her to enter the bathroom. If she hadn’t closed the bathroom door behind him, she was sure he would have taken a leak right in front of her. Is he on drugs?
What the hell had just happened? That wasn’t half as awkward as she thought it might be, and maybe a little too comfortable really. Aliah hurries to her room, collects up her things and carries them to the kitchen, trying to avoid that man’s amazing body, with him wearing it all naked and erect like that.
When he steps out of the bathroom, she half expects him to ignore her, but he acts like he’s completely comfortable standing buck naked in her living space. He seems to think that she would find no offence to that. She doesn’t. Especially when she notices how he’s still semi-erect. It draws her eyes to the place where two powerful legs meet.
Her eyes zero in on one large piece of meat. He can hardly expect her to ignore that thing, when he’s flagging it out there like that. She smiles for a second and quickly hides it behind a mask of responsibility. She hooks her last earring into her ear and reconnects with those dreamy eyes.
“Um, maybe you should get dressed. I’m sorry, but I have to work and I’m already running a little late.”
“I thought you were a bartender.” He looks only slightly confused.
Oh shit. “I wear many hats. This one is a little less agreeable with me being late, so…”
“I understand, but Aliah…”
“Yeah?”
“Do you think you could spare one minute for me?”
Oh. Shit! What could he possibly want?
Maybe he wants a quickie. That doesn’t sound like such a bad idea. In fact, that sounds like a fabulous idea. She smiles. “Are you getting fresh with me?”
Harley chuckles, and even though he says that he isn’t, he starts to stand at attention again as he begins to speak. “I just thought we would sort out what happened here.”
“We had a good time last night, and you crashed here. It’s no biggie.” She waves a careless hand at him.
“Okay.” He continues to smile and it starts to make her a little uncomfortable.
She can feel the heat rising to her cheeks. “Why? What did you think happened?”
She wonders if she has missed something important. When she flashes a glance at his waistline, he raises his eyebrows incredulously. It is hardly a crime. He can’t actually expect her to stop looking at his flag pole, when he’s waving it around in her kitchen.
“How about I pull some clothes on and I’ll walk you out?” He doesn’t wait for her to answer. He’s gone in a heartbeat and back in the room fastening his belt within that same minute.
She watches him pull his shirt over his head, then he reaches for his jacket, scrunching the leather in one hand. She stares at him, like an idiot.
“You were just leaving?” he offers, and he says it like she’s only said it in an attempt to get rid of him, when in fact that’s exactly what she’s doing.
He follows her to the garage, and it’s not until he holds the door open that reality begins to sink in for her.
“Shit!”
He smiles, knowing damn well that she has no wheels, except for the unused bicycle hanging from her ceiling.
“Need a ride?”
“Obviously.” She sighs and slaps her hands down, staring at the beautiful motorcycle sitting perfectly centered in her garage.
His eyes never leave her. “You’re going to have to ask nicely.”
“Really? You’d leave me stranded like that?”
“If you insist on being a bitch, then yeah.”
She groans and exaggerates her curse. “Fuck me.”
He smiles at that. “While that idea is very intriguing, you’ve already said that you’re running late. I really don’t think we can fit that in.” He’s teasin
g her now.
Where does this guy get off?
“I just finished doing my hair. I’m going to have funky helmet-head if I wear that thing.”
She throws a hand out to point at his helmet, but she reaches for it anyways. He pulls it back, before she can get a good handle on it.
“I’m sure you’ll look good, no matter what hairstyle you go with today. But I’m still waiting for you to ask me nicely. Can you do that, Aliah? Can you be a nice girl?”
“Most men look for something a little different than that. Tell me you’re any different.”
“Oh, I’m different, sweetheart. You can bet your pretty panties on that. And I’ve already seen that you don’t mind getting a little dirty, and that’s good. I like a little variety. Is that something you can give me?” He chews on his lip, trying his darnedest to wet her panties.
It’s working too, but their conversation has turned way too intense for this hour in the morning; especially with the knowledge that she had only just closed her eyes mere hours ago after a night of unrestrained ecstasy. She feels herself squeezing her thighs together, but it hardly helps to douse her attraction to him.
“Harley.”
“Yes?” he answers immediately, smiling.
“Can you please take me to my car?”
“No.”
“No?” she squeals.
“That wasn’t nice enough. I guess you don’t do nice. Sorry. Maybe you’ll have better luck next time.” He rests the helmet on his seat and hits the button to open the garage door.
Aliah follows him back to his bike and waits for him to turn around. She cannot believe that he is pulling her own stunts on her. When he doesn’t turn to face her, she grabs onto the helmet, pulls it on, and swings a leg over the seat until she’s straddling his machine with both hands resting in front of her. She strokes the length of the conditioned leather seat, relying solely on sex appeal to get what she wants.
“Please, Harley? Take me with you?”
He quirks a brow and flattens a hand over his bristly face. “Shit.”
She smiles when she sees the twinkle in his eyes. It’s working! She thinks she’s won, but he’s not prepared to give in quite that easily.
“On one condition.”
“Whoa, whoa,” she says, shaking her head and waving both hands in a criss-crossed fashion. “Wait right there. No one said anything about conditions.”
“I just did.”
She huffs, realizing how much time they were burning over such a minor thing. “I asked nicely.” Maybe she should have just called a cab and saved her hair from the disastrous mess it was quickly becoming.
Harley doesn’t take his eyes off of her. This man is serious.
“Fine. A condition. What is it?”
“Dinner. Tonight. I’ll meet you at Orlando’s.”
She glares at him, wondering if she’s heard him right. “You do realize Orlando’s is fine dining. I really doubt you want to take me there.”
“You can’t appreciate the finer things in life? Would you rather I meet you at a flea bag motel and fuck you against a filthy wall?”
Her insides twitch at the thought. Even that nasty remark turns her on. She has to think about it for a minute. It did sound a bit intriguing, but was he not trying to be a jerk about it? “That was rude! Maybe I don’t want to meet you at all, after that asshole comment.”
“I’m sorry,” he blurts, but it hardly sounds thoughtful. “I just thought I could take you somewhere nicer than Riley’s.”
“You’re a motorcycle dude. Any random restaurant would be fine. You really don’t have to try that hard.”
A smile slants across his face when he catches her admitting that she is already smitten.
“Oh, I didn’t mean that!” she blurts, but he’s already convinced himself that she really likes him.
Harley catches her chin in his hand and sears her with his molten gaze. “I know exactly what you meant.”
A nosy neighbor walks down the sidewalk in front of her house and stops when his small dog starts barking erratically at them. The man catches Harley’s overbearing stance, and the way he forcefully cups Aliah’s chin, mistaking it as an unwanted gesture.
“Everything okay in there, Miss Brooklin?” the neighbor shouts, looking a little concerned.
Harley instantly releases her chin, when he realizes that his affections are being broadcast to the entire neighborhood.
Aliah glances around Harley’s imposing frame. “Everything is just fine, Joe.”
After satisfying Joe with words, she seals the deal by hooking her arm around Harley’s waist and delivering a soft smooch on his cheek. Her softness seems to melt against him, making her knees weak and her mind all wishy washy, as Harley holds her there with closed eyes. He stays silent, hovering close to her face, long after he should have retreated. Then his eyes open and catch onto hers.
“You kissed me.”
“Yeah, on the cheek,” she snaps, as though it meant nothing to her. Her legs still feel like jelly. “I had to. Unless you prefer that my friend Joe there call the cops on you.”
“Oh.”
“So, are you going to give me a ride, or will I have better luck hitchhiking?”
“Tell me you’re only joking.”
“Yes. I only hitchhike on evenings and weekends. It’s too unpredictable for a work day; especially Monday mornings. So can we go already?”
“I’ll drive you. Soon. But first, there’s another ride I want you to take.”
Harley steals her hand and pulls her into the next room where he seats himself on the stairs, pries her button open and all but tears her clothes off of her. He unzips his fly and pulls himself out for her to pounce on him. After rolling on a condom, Aliah straddles his lap and slowly eases onto him. Harley hisses as he fills her insides with his rigid length.
It’s so tight and it feels so good, but Aliah’s surprised by the intimacy of their contact, face to face. As she settles down on his lap, he grasps onto her hips and jerks himself deeper, a snarl passing across his face. When their eyes lock, she feels like kissing him, but she quickly brushes that thought away as sensations below the belt demand her undivided attention.
Before long, she’s bouncing on top of him, her climax spiraling out of control, like the waves in her hair. She continues to move on him, but she’s so sensitive, quivering from the delicious contact. Harley grows impatient from her slowed pace and stands to his feet, without breaking their connection. He presses her into the wall and fills her with a furious erection. She’s never felt so complete.
His nose brushes across hers. “Okay?” he asks, as he thrusts into her again.
When she nods, he pushes into her once more.
“Yeah?” he asks softly, demanding that she be more vocal, as he quickens his pace.
“Yes!” she shouts, sounding exhausted and breathless. “God, yes!”
Her back is flat against the wall, but she’s clinging to his rippled muscles. Every touch has her body aroused beyond comparison. He drives into her again and again, until she’s crying out and he’s finding his first release inside of her.
A sated pride blooms in her belly as she retracts her nails from out of his back and he returns her to her feet. She quickly redresses and joins him in the garage.
When Aliah slips outside, Harley’s straddling his motorcycle. But now she’s wearing a helmet of her own, looking a lot like the girl of his dreams, her cheeks flushed with a healthy glow. His bike rumbles to life, as he pulls on his helmet and she mounts the bike behind him.
Harley eases his bike down her driveway. He lets them roll to the curb, and he watches in his mirror until the door presses shut behind them, before pulling away from the house in a flurry of speed. The wind is chilled, but it feels good in her hair. He feels good in her arms. Believe it or not, she feels like she could get used to this.
When they reach Riley’s parking lot, he stops a few spaces away from her yellow BMW. It’s the only car i
n the lot.
“Before you go, don’t you think we should settle the terms of this date?”
“Date?” She can’t believe he’s actually asking her out after last night. “I don’t date. Been there. Tried that. A monstrous waste of time, if you ask me.”
“Alright then, I won’t call it a date. Dinner sound okay? You have to eat. I can pick you up…”
“No. If you pick me up, then that would make it a date.”
“Then I’ll meet you there.”
“Fine,” she snaps, like she really doesn’t want to. Unfortunately, the look on her face tells another story.
“Orlando’s at six.” He winks at her, and he’s smiling when she slips inside her car.
She settles into the driver’s seat to hide behind the dark tint of her windows. Harley doesn’t know it, but her eyes follow his exit like a moth to a flame. When he disappears around the corner, she sits there for a moment and tries to collect herself. A glance in her rear-view mirror has her inspecting the rosy quality affecting her cheeks.
This is new. And she’s not even sure that she likes it.
CHAPTER NINE
Harley leaves the lot before Aliah even has her key in the ignition. But he doesn’t get far before he turns down an alleyway and rolls to a stop. He turns his bike around, remaining seated, and walks it back up to the edge of the tall building to wait for some indication of where she is heading.
He already hates where this is going. He’d tugged her back in her house and had gone against the one rule he had set for himself… no topping out. After relenting so shamelessly he should have felt guilty. All he felt was satisfaction. He’d claimed her. It was written all over her face. She is as good as his, if he wants her. Does he want her?
His employability relies on strict confidentiality. He has a job to do. His latest client, the one with the overactive jealousy and violent temper, is the last person he needs to be pissing off right now. He has to finish this job. It’s not like he believes that Aliah is guilty. And even if she is, he refuses to let one little hussy take him down.
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