Motorcycle Man

by Kristen Ashley

  I threw his tee to the side and latched onto his belt loops with my fingers, pulling him with me as I resumed walking backward.

  This was when, stupidly, against Elvira’s good advice, I commenced our important talk and I did it not only drunk but recklessly.

  “We’re multi-tasking because even if the results of our discussion means we’re over or I have to take you and only you and give up part of my life’s dream, we’re still enjoying the rest of the night and I’m not in the mood to waste time.”

  Tack stopped dead and since he did, I was forced to do it too.

  “Tack, we’re nowhere near the bedroom,” I pointed out.

  “The results of our discussion could mean we’re over?” he asked.

  I went still at the sound of his voice. Low, more gravelly than normal and somewhat sinister.

  “I told you it was important.”

  “The results of our discussion could mean we’re over?” he repeated.

  Suddenly, what I said in my drunken state penetrated and I whispered, “Yes,” then said, “Maybe.”

  “Fuck, how did drinks with the girls bring us back here?” he growled.

  “You’re forty-one,” I told him.

  “Yeah, I am.”

  “Gwen told me,” I shared.

  “And?”

  “And…” I hesitated then carried on, “I want kids.”

  “And?”

  I blinked.

  “And, well, you’re forty-one.”

  “We covered that, Red.”

  “Plus, you have two kids,” I reminded him.

  “I know that,” he told me.

  “And they’re almost grown.”

  “This is also something I know.”

  “So, I’m thirty-five.”

  “Got your job application, babe, read it. I know that too.”

  “So I have no time to waste,” I said softly.

  “Say again?”

  “My biological clock is ticking,” I explained.

  His hands came up and curled around either side of my head as his head came down and his face got in mine. “We’re skippin’ this back and forth shit, babe. Spit it the fuck out.”

  “I calculated it,” I told him and stopped speaking.

  “Think I already told you we’re skippin’ the back and forth shit, Tyra,” Tack warned and I hastily went on to explain.

  “I calculated it. If this works with wooing time, as it were, engagement, wedding, time alone together, by the time we could get down to making babies, you’ll be forty-three, forty-four. And you’ve got two kids already grown. You won’t want to start over.”

  His hands slid down to the sides of my neck and he asked, “Who says?”

  I blinked again and my heart jumped.

  Then I whispered, “You want more kids?”

  “Sure. I like kids.”

  My heart leaped and my voice was pitched high when I asked, “Really?”

  “Yeah.”

  “With, uh… me?”

  “Seein’ as I’ve made it clear we’re buildin’ somethin’ here then the answer to that is, yeah. Not gonna go out and find another bitch and make babies with her when you’re in my bed.”

  I lifted my hands to his chest and slid them down to his flat abs while I leaned into him and whispered, “Seriously?”

  “Seriously, babe. What the fuck?”

  “I really want kids, Tack, I always have and I was worried you wouldn’t want to do it all over again.”

  His hands slid down and around so he was holding me while he stated, “Wasn’t hard the first time.”

  I pressed closer to him, my hands sliding around his waist to wrap around his back as I said, “You’d know more than me but still. You’re a guy who lives wild and free. Your kids are almost grown so, when they finish growing and move on, you can be wilder and freer.”

  “Baby,” he whispered, giving me a squeeze, “kids are not a ball and chain. There is no greater joy than creating a life, watching it grow and, while it does, helping it thrive. Didn’t feel stuck when God gave me Tabby and Rush. Kids are a big part of the ride of life. Not to mention one of the best parts of that ride. With the right woman, I’d be all over doin’ it again.”

  Oh.

  My.

  God!

  That was so beautiful.

  “Tack,” I said softly.

  “How many you want?”

  “Two, maybe three.”

  “Figure I could do that,” he muttered.

  My arms grew tighter around him, I pressed close and whispered, “Honey.”

  His arms grew tighter around me and he asked, “We done with this talk about everything?”

  “Yes,” I answered.

  “You good?” he asked.

  Oh yes. I was good.

  I nodded but added another soft, “Yes.”

  His hands slid down over my ass and he ordered, “Then hop up, baby. Time to fuck.”

  My skin erupted in goose bumps and I hopped up as his fingers dug into my ass and helped by pulling me up. I wrapped my legs around his hips, my arms around his shoulders and I dropped my head, my mouth aiming for his. I hit the target, one of his hands slid up my bare back to my neck and up into my hair, holding my head to his as his tongue spiked into my mouth and he started walking.

  Before I knew it, my back hit bed and the heavy warmth of Tack’s body hit mine.

  I instantly planted my spike-heel shod foot in the bed and rolled him to his back, me on top where I adjusted so I was straddling him.

  “Baby,” he whispered.

  “I get to play.”

  He was silent a moment before he muttered, “Won’t argue with that.”

  This was good since I’d already started and I didn’t start slow. Hands, lips tongue, I explored his chest, spent some time at his nipples, discovered every inch of his neck, I took my time doing it and I ended at his mouth.

  As I kissed him, his hands that as I’d been playing wandered to my back and my ass, yanked up my skirt. They slid over the small of my back and down into my panties where his fingers clenched into my ass. Our kiss was so hot, I started grinding my very female parts against his very hard male parts and one of Tack’s hands slid from my ass, around and in. Then his fingers slid inside the gusset of my panties. At this, I was forced to break the kiss when he hit the spot, my head jerked back and I gasped.

  “Oh God,” I whispered after I gasped and his finger slid inside as his thumb hit the spot and I gasped again then repeated a breathy, “Oh God.”

  “Ride that, baby,” Tack growled and my hips acquiesced to his demand.

  He did this a while, it felt good and I tried to kiss him while he did it and succeeded, at first. But I ended up giving up because I was so turned on I was panting against his lips.

  I’d moved onto moaning, my hips were bucking and it was seriously building when Tack grunted, “Jesus. Fuckin’ hell. Greedy.”

  He was so right. I so was.

  Then his hand between my legs was gone, his hand at my ass was gone, both were at my waist and I was flying through the air while being twisted.

  I landed on my back deeper in the bed and my panties were torn down my legs. Then my legs were yanked apart. Then Tack’s mouth was there.

  Yes.

  I slid my fingers in his hair, Tack tossed my legs over his shoulders, I dug my heels in, lifting my hips to get more of his mouth and I whispered, “Honey.”

  Tack growled between my legs and it felt so good my hips jerked. He cupped my ass in both hands, pulling me up, taking me harder with his mouth and my hips jerked again.

  It was building, about to burst and I needed him inside.

  “I want your cock,” I begged, my fingers fisting in his hair, my heels digging deeper into his back.

  Tack didn’t reply. He kept eating.

  God, his mouth felt good.

  “Honey, God,” I breathed. “Please.”

  His head turned and he kissed my inner thigh then muttered,
“You’ll get it, baby, come in my mouth.”

  Then he went back to eating.

  God!

  My hips jerked again then they bucked then it built and I cried out when I gave him what he wanted and came in his mouth.

  Brilliant.

  I hazily felt him kiss my belly while he slid a finger through the wetness between my legs making my hips jerk again before he was gone. I didn’t have my wits about me but I vaguely heard boots and a belt buckle hit floor and then he was back, rolling me to my belly. With hands spanning my hips, he pulled me up so I was on my knees. I felt him move in the bed as his hand glided along the skin of my ass but he was shifting to my front.

  I lifted my head from the mattress in time to feel his hand curl around the underside of my jaw, using it to pull me gently up to my hands. His hand slid from my jaw into my hair at the back where he clenched his fingers and pulled back lightly so my head went back.

  “Take my cock in your mouth, darlin’. Gonna fuck your face. Stay on your hands and knees,” he ordered softly. “Wanna watch while your mouth takes me.”

  Oh yes. Hell yes. God yes.

  He guided the tip of his cock to my lips. I opened them and he slid inside.

  Oh yes. Hell yes. God yes.

  He started moving and I sucked and stroked him with my tongue. I liked it so much, it was building again and I started moaning against his quickening thrusts.

  “Mouth is greedy too,” he grunted then ordered a rough, “Touch yourself.”

  My hand moved between my legs, I moaned deep and my hips jerked yet again as my knees slid a bit out to the sides. I was so turned on, my own touch sent shockwaves throughout my body.

  “Fuck, beautiful,” Tack whispered, his strokes deepening, going faster. “So fuckin’ beautiful, baby.”

  I took him in my mouth, touched myself between my legs, moaned and let it build until suddenly Tack pulled out.

  I gave a small cry of protest but before I could complete it, I felt the short zipper at the back of my dress going down. When it was down, my torso was yanked up because Tack was yanking off my dress. Then he had a strong arm around my waist and I was moving swiftly toward him and up. His other hand was between his legs and my legs automatically wrapped around his hips just as he jerked me down, guiding himself inside at the same time and I was full of him.

  “Finally,” I breathed and Tack moved.

  Connected to me, he shifted on his knees until I was back against the headboard.

  Then he fucked me.

  “Told you you’d get my cock,” he muttered against my mouth.

  Well, he gave me what he promised in more ways than one.

  “Shut up and concentrate,” I ordered and his hips thrust harder.

  Oh yeah.

  “Now who’s bossy?” he grunted.

  “You’re not concentrating.”

  He pulled out and then slammed back in. “Oh yeah, baby, I fuckin’ am.”

  He sure was.

  “Tip your hips, Red, I wanna go deep,” he grunted and I did. He went deep and I moaned. “You like that.”

  “I do,” I gasped. “I like everything about you, honey. Everything. Lived in black and white seems like all my life. Never noticed. Not until you colored my world.”

  Tack went completely still.

  I tightened my arms and legs around him, demanding, “Tack, don’t stop!”

  He started again. His hand at my ass tipping my hips further, he went faster, harder and a whole lot deeper and it took about two seconds before it built so high, it exploded and, clutching him close, I came again.

  I was recovering, he was still thrusting and I felt his eyes on my face in the dark. Then I felt the tickle of his goatee and the movement of his lips against mine as he groaned, “Beautiful,” buried himself inside, took my mouth and came, growling down my throat.

  I knew his orgasm left him when his kiss gentled. He kept me tight to him and the headboard as he kept kissing me, soft, sweet but still wet and deep.

  After he did this a while, and I enjoyed it that while, his lips slid down my cheek to the skin behind my ear and he whispered, “Love that greedy pussy of yours, Red.”

  I turned my head and with my lips at the hair curling around his neck I whispered back, “Good.”

  “And your hair,” he went on and I smiled against his neck.

  “Good.”

  “This ass,” his hand at my ass gave me a squeeze, “your long-ass legs, those heels.”

  “I like your cock,” I shared.

  “I got that.”

  “And your tats.”

  “Good to know.”

  “And, um, lots of other things.”

  He was silent for long moments before he said quietly, “Yeah.”

  Then he unfortunately pulled out but held me to him as he yanked the covers from under his knees. He set me in the bed on my back but he didn’t move into me. Straddling me, he bent and kissed my breastbone. Then he moved down and kissed between my breasts. Down and another kiss at my belly. Down and then, one by one, he took off my shoes but when he did, he kissed the arch of each foot before setting my leg back in the bed.

  And as he did this, I watched and deep breathed because something was happening. I was too sated from sex and too drunk to know what it was. I just knew it was something.

  Something big.

  Mammoth.

  Colossal.

  “Honey?” I called and he moved back up, straddling me, now at my hips but he stopped there and reached out an arm, his hand curling around my throat like he’d done those two times after I was kidnapped.

  He didn’t speak but his eyes were on me. I saw them through the dark and I felt them.

  “Kane?” I whispered when he didn’t move for a long time.

  His hand slid from my throat gliding down my chest, between my breasts to my belly but he did this not saying a word. Then he moved, shifting to my side and settling there. He reached out to yank up the covers before he tucked me tight to his side, his arm not around my waist but up, his fingers cupping the back of my head and forcing my cheek to his shoulder.

  “Is everything all right?” I asked his chest.

  “Oh yeah.”

  “You sure?”

  “Abso-fuckin’-lutely.”

  Well, that was firm.

  I stared at his chest.

  Then I whispered a hesitant, “Okay.”

  “How drunk are you, babe?” he asked.

  “Drunk.”

  “So drunk you’re gonna forget tonight?”

  “No. I’ve never been that drunk.”

  “We’ll see about changin’ that,” he muttered.

  “Why?” I asked.

  “Because you’re gonna live life, Red. I’m gonna teach you to suck it dry.”

  I took in a deep breath thinking he already was.

  Then I whispered again, “Okay.”

  “Sleep.”

  “Okay.”

  “And you forget tonight, I’ll be pissed.”

  “I won’t forget, Tack.”

  “Be sure about that.”

  “I won’t forget.”

  “Good,” he murmured.

  “Are you going to shut up and let me pass out?”

  His hand left my head, his arm sliding down and he wrapped it around my waist, pulling me closer.

  Then he whispered, “Yeah.”

  I snuggled even closer.

  Something had happened. I didn’t know what and I stared at his chest while I tried to figure it out.

  I did this for about two seconds before I passed out.

  * * * * *

  I opened my eyes and smelled musk and man. Correction, my man. I liked it but I also felt something else that wasn’t nearly as awesome and instantly I groaned.

  Hangover.

  Damn.

  Tack rolled into me and I groaned again.

  He settled, chest partly on mine, and his slumberous eyes caught mine.

  “Queasy?” he guessed
accurately which made me wonder what I looked like because I knew I had wild hair. I also knew I had leftover makeup which was never attractive but I was deducing I also was green at the gills which was even less attractive.

  “Yes,” I answered.

  “Day off,” Tack stated.

  “Pardon?” I asked.

  “You feel shit, day off.”

  “But… I’m hungover.”

  “Yeah. So you’re gonna take the day off.”

  “Tack,” I started to inform him, “you’re my boss. You should frown on an employee taking the day off because she tied one on the night before.”

  “Tyra, I’m your boss, I’m your man and I’m a biker. As your boss, you feel shit, you’re not gonna be on your game so you might fuck shit up which means it’s better you’re not in and work doesn’t get done instead of you bein’ in and work gettin’ fucked up.”

  I had to admit, this made sense.

  He continued, “As your man, you feel shit, I want you to rest and get better.”

  And I had to admit to this, it was sweet.

  He kept going, “And as a biker, I live wild, I want you to too and I don’t give a fuck if that has the consequences of a day off work to get over a hangover. In fact, I like it. You can make up the time. You can blow it off. The work’ll get done. Work isn’t important. Livin’ a good life wild and free is.”

  Maybe it was the hangover but I couldn’t figure out how he could be making sense, I agreed with him at the same time I thought he was sweet when just two and a half weeks ago all he said I would have thought was wrong.

  “I’m not up to conversation,” I shared.

  “You up to bacon and eggs?”

  I fought back a gag and groaned, “No.”

  Tack grinned then advised, “Babe, food is good for a hangover.”

  I fought back another gag and ordered, “Stop talking about food.”

  “Okay,” he agreed. “You want coffee?”

  “I could do coffee. And aspirin.”

  “Then I’ll get you coffee and aspirin,” he muttered.

  “Thanks, honey,” I muttered back and his eyes locked on mine.

  “I color your world.”

  I blinked and my heart stopped.

  How did he…?

  Oh crap! I told him!

  Drunk, in the middle of great sex, I told him!

  Ohmigod!

  “I –”

  “I was right. You were asleep but you were dreamin’. You dream in black and white, babe. I gave you color. Now, you’re awake.”