by Rebel Hart
And how a family like that produced a beautiful man like the one that sat in front of me.
“All right, time to get you back to campus, Bambi.”
I stood. “This place is great. I’ll definitely have to come back sometime.”
He snickered. “Not by yourself, though. These guys will eat you alive.”
“Well, maybe you can bring me, then.”
I looked up into his face and watched that wall come crashing back down, his eyes growing stern again. Stoic. Like they had been before we started talking. Started laughing. Started getting to know one another. He shoved the bike helmet into my hands and walked past me without another word. And as a heavy sigh left my lips, I saw the waitress was staring at me with an expression I couldn't read.
Without another word, I turned on my heels and followed Max out the front door. I slid the helmet onto my head the right way this time and we both got back onto his bike. The engine roared to life as I clamped my thighs. But he sped off before I could wrap my arms around him. And as they flailed around in the air, it took all the strength I had in my measly little body to pull myself upright.
“Could you be any less inconsiderate next time, Buckaroo?” I yelled the words at him as the wind howled around our bodies.
Despite the tension between us again, I held him tightly, squeezing my thighs around the bike and fisting his shirt in my hands. I leaned my covered cheek against his back, closed my eyes, and drank it all in. The speed. The wind. The way his muscles twitched with every movement, whether it was to stabilize himself around a tight corner or scoot a bit further into me.
Nestling his butt right between my thighs.
I didn’t want the night to end. But all too soon, we pulled up to campus. He rode me straight to the door of my dorm, parking us just underneath the shadows of the awning. I opened my eyes and sighed with disappointment before slipping off the back of the bike and tugging the helmet off my head. I brushed the hair out of my face, hoping I’d get to feel Max’s knuckles against my skin one last time.
He didn't move to help me, though.
Just kept staring at me until I handed his helmet back to him.
“Thanks for tonight. I needed a distraction from studying.”
He nodded. “So did I.”
“From what?”
He grinned. “Nice try, Daddy’s girl.”
“No more Bambi?”
“When I’m feeling up for it.”
“So now we’re back to Daddy’s girl? Where I don’t get to tease you because you’re trying to play the tough guy routine to push me away?”
His eyes narrowed. “Good night.”
I gripped the handlebars of his bike. “Can I ask you something?”
He licked his lips. “Sure. I’ll bite.”
I stood up. “Why did you take me out tonight?”
“Why do you care?”
“I mean, the last time we saw each other, you told me to stay away from you. Now... now you’re taking me out on your bike. And I’m pretty sure that’s about as close as we can get. You know, our bodies and such.”
“You think that’s as close as two people can get?”
“Well, yeah. With clothes on, at least.”
He grinned. “What about with clothes off?”
It felt like someone had caught my tongue in a vise grip. Because every time I went to talk, I couldn't. My mouth didn’t move. My voice didn’t come up my throat. I watched him put his kickstand down and pull a cigarette from inside his leather jacket. He popped it between his kissable lips, struck a match and I listened to the end of it sizzle. He drew in a long pull and blew out the smoke, battering my face with it.
I refused to move, though.
I wanted an answer to my question.
“Did you like it?”
I blinked. “Yeah. I mean, I told you the bike ride was fun. But--”
He slipped off his bike. “Not the bike, Daddy’s girl.”
He stepped toward me, closing the distance between us. His warmth wrapped around me as our legs touched. Smoke trailed in wisps from the end of his cigarette as he gazed down at me with a playful stare and a crooked grin. I held my breath as the shadows swallowed us whole. The puttering of his bike engine backdropped the moment, covering up just how loudly my heart thundered in my ears.
Max took the cigarette between his fingers and flicked the ash off. But he didn’t return it to his lips.
“Did you like being close to me, Bambi?”
His hand came up to cup my cheek and my eyes fluttered closed at the heat. I nuzzled against his palm, answering his question with my movements. But he still waited for an answer to fall from my lips. I drew in a broken breath. My eyes slid open and I found him grinning wolfishly down at me. His hand held my face and I felt his thumb stroking along my lower lip. It sent shivers of electricity jolting throughout my body, puckering places on me that would surely anger my father. I knew if I let this go any further, I’d have more problems than I could manage. I knew if I didn’t step back, I’d have more than just daydreams about this sexy biker on my mind. Impure thoughts rattled around in my brain as my eyes fell to his lips.
Those lips I couldn't stop thinking about kissing.
“Answer me, Daddy’s girl.”
I swallowed hard. “Y--yes. Yes, I--I did.”
He leaned in closer. “Prove it.”
I felt his breath against my lips. I felt his body press into mine. His hand slid into the tendrils of my loose hair, gripping it softly, commanding my stare to stay with his. My half-hooded eyes danced around his face, watching his eyes turn to black as wisps of cigarette smoke wrapped around us. Like imaginary ropes pulling us together. Forcing us into one another’s orbit.
“Like this?” I whispered.
I pressed my lips against his and squeezed my eyes shut. I held my position, wondering if I was doing it right. I heard something flick. I felt Max pull back. And when I heard the soft sizzle of his cigarette, I peeked an eye open.
“Was that…?”
He blew smoke into the oncoming fall breeze. “You’re stiff, you know that?”
Disappointment filled my gut. “I guess I don’t really have--”
“If you’re going to kiss someone, kiss them like this.”
His hand fisted my hair and he pulled my head back. His lips crashed against mine, swallowing the gasp that bubbled up the back of my throat. I slid my arms around his neck, feeling his tongue slide across the roof of my mouth. He invaded me, backing me up until I felt myself being pressed against the outer brick wall of my dorm room. Then I felt his knee press between my legs.
“Yes,” I moaned.
He chuckled as his tongue slid against my own. The taste of beer and burger and cigarettes overwhelmed me. I slid my hands through his hair, clinging to the perimeter of his leather jacket. I stood on my tiptoes, pressing myself tighter into him as he sucked on my lower lip, drawing from me an involuntary sound that I didn’t know how to describe. Finally he pulled away from my lips.
But I wanted to make that sound again.
“Come back,” I breathed.
I fisted his shirt and captured his lips again. Only this time, I mimicked his movements. I raked my teeth along his lower lip. I let my tongue slide over the roof of his mouth. I tamed his tongue with my own, tasting him as my hands danced around his chest. Up and down his torso. Heck, I even slid my arms underneath his leather jacket just to pull him closer to me. I heard that telltale flick again. His hand gripped my hair and he pulled my lips away from his. I whimpered for more as he took one last drag from his cigarette.
Then he put it out against the brick right by my head.
“You’re a quick teach, Bambi.”
His cigarette smoke wafted against my face, but it didn’t stop me from smiling. I felt alive. I felt as if I had stumbled into heaven without even realizing it. I felt my nipples pucker hard against my bra, my thighs aching with a need for rest, even though I didn’t want the moment to e
nd. I settled myself softly against his knee—his thigh, really, since it still sat between my legs. His thumb slid along my lower lip one last time. He dragged it down slowly, watching as my lip bounced back into place once he released it.
“Oh, Bambi,” he growled.
And the sound made me moan again.
It was the most intense moment I’d ever shared with a man. I wanted to do it again. I tried to catch my breath, steadying myself against the wall as he backed away. I wanted to reach out for him, to draw him back to me so we could recreate the moment. But my arms felt like jello. My legs felt like mud. It was as if every single bone in my body had evaporated with the heat of his kiss. And when he turned to head back to his bike, I pushed myself off the wall.
“Wait!”
He slung his leg over his bike and grinned at me with that cocky pride of his.
“I’ll see you soon, Daddy’s girl.”
I snickered. “Really? Back to that one?”
He winked. “Do me a favor, though, will you?”
“Anything.”
He chuckled at the breathlessness of my voice and I felt myself turn bright pink.
“Don’t go around kissing any other guys. I’m bad at sharing.”
I smiled. “Oh, you don’t have to worr--”
Before I could reassure him I wasn’t that kind of girl, his engine revved. He slipped the helmet onto his head and peeled away from the curb, leaving a soft cloud of burnt rubber in his wake. I walked to the edge of the curb and stood there, watching his tail light fade into nothingness as he turned the sharp corner at the end of the road and sped off into the night.
I didn’t even realize I had been holding my breath until the sound of his bike faded away completely. When I finally let it out, I placed my hand over my heart.
Dani? What in the world are you doing?
24
Max
Her lips tasted like cotton candy and sunshine. My hands fell to her hips, pulling her closer against me. Her hands rumbled over my chest, peeking underneath my shirt as if she didn’t know where to go next.
“Come on, Daddy’s girl. What are you waiting for?”
I growled as I hoisted her against the wall. With every second that passed by, my cock grew more for her. I felt myself leaking against my boxers. Every moan she pushed down my throat made me spiral into an endless abyss I never wanted to return from.
“Dani,” I growled.
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her away from the wall. We fell onto the bed behind me, her lips trailing kisses down my neck. I fisted her hair. My cock swelled with need for her. I kicked my boots off, digging them into the floor and praying to God she’d know what came next.
But her fingertips stopped just underneath my shirt.
I lifted my head and saw her eyes dancing along my abs. I grinned as I watched her study me as if she’d never seen a man’s body before. How cute she looked, with her eyes wide and her lips parted in shock.
“Go on. Do it.”
Her eyes slid back up my body until she gazed into my own. I sat up on my elbows, bucking softly against her warmth. My, my, how her pussy had warmed for me. How her thighs clamped around me as she straddled my hips. She gripped me like my bike, holding on to me with a strength I wouldn't have ever noticed in her. And as her hands fell to the button of my pants, I chuckled.
But it didn’t deter her from her goal.
Off came my pants and my boxers. And when she gasped, I felt her hot breath falling softly against it. My head fell back to the bed, my hand fisting her hair. Her hand wrapped around the base, stroking me but unsure of her movements.
And yet, they were somehow perfect.
“Dani,” I grunted.
“I don’t know what to do,” she whispered.
“I’ll guide you. Just follow my hand.”
I guided her lips down to my cock and she kissed its tip. Her soft, pillowy lips made me leak and I heard her gasp again with shock. Her innocence did something to me. I wanted to rid her of all of it. I wanted to show her things her family wanted to keep her locked away from forever.
Starting with the pleasure a real man could give a girl like her.
“Lick it,” I growled.
“What?”
I peeked my head up and found her wide eyes staring back to me.
“With your tongue. Lick it up. See if you like it.”
I watched her with a heated stare as she looked back down at my dick. Precum dribbled over the side, quickly making its way to her fingers. She dipped down and lapped at my cock, causing me to grunt as her warm, wet tongue connected with the ridge of my girth that pulsed for her. She giggled as my precum became wetness against her skin.
“It’s…”
She clicked her tongue inside her mouth before a smile spread across her cheeks.
“I don’t hate it.”
I grinned. “Then I’ve got plenty more for you.”
I shoved her face back down to my cock and she opened her mouth. I felt her gag around me as my head fell back to the bed. I cupped her cheek and massaged her neck, helping her to relax as she took all of me she could. The tightness of her throat called to me. The spit from her mouth dripped down my balls, coating me in her own mark. What I wouldn't give to feel the tightness of her pussy around my dick, to make her orgasm over and over until she begged me to stop because she couldn't take it any longer.
“Max,” she moaned.
The vibrations made my dick jump as I sucked in a shallow breath.
“Hold it there. Just--like that.”
My eyes twitched as the memory faded. Wait. No. It wasn’t a memory. It was…
A dream?
“Fuck,” I groaned.
Every move I made had me wincing. My cock was stiff as a board, and I felt something damp against my skin. I forced my eyes open and I found myself gazing at the ceiling. My chest was still panting for air, my hand still warm from the phantom tendrils of her hair.
I peeked underneath the comforter before I grumbled to myself.
“Great. Gotta change the damn sheets.”
I was a grown fucking man. Why the hell was I having wet dreams? I rolled over onto my side and drew in deep breaths. I had to get this behemoth erection to go away before I could even think about sitting up. I closed my eyes and shook the last of the haze from my mind. I rubbed my eyes, trying to bring myself back down to the land of the living. Sure, I’d had a good time with the girl last night.
But now I was already dreaming about her?
“She did a number on you,” I murmured.
I drew in a deep breath before I forced myself upright. My balls hurt. Physically hurt. And my thighs felt as if I’d just run a damn marathon. How long had I been dreaming about her? I had no clue. All I knew was that my boxers were sticky, my comforter was damp, and my sheets were crusted over.
Telling me this had happened more than once last night.
“The fuck?” I growled.
I shuffled into my bathroom. I needed a long, hot-ass shower. I had no idea what drew me to this girl so much. Her innocence? I mean, sure. I guess. Those doe eyes. The fact that she didn’t know shit about the world was kind of entertaining. Was it the way she looked at me with those beautiful eyes of hers? Like I was a good man or something?
The way her nose wrinkled when she laughed?
The way her giggle made me smile?
The way she called me Buckaroo?
You’re an idiot, Max.
I peeled my boxers off and tossed them to the floor. After fiddling with the water for a hot shower, I stepped into the stream. I hissed as it battered against my back and shoulders. But damn, it felt good. I leaned my forehead against the tile wall and sighed. I still heard her voice whispering my name in the recesses of my mind. Calling out to me. Asking me to go back to sleep. Telling me she’d meet me there if I simply lay back down.
“You’re losing it,” I grumbled.
Yep. I had finally cracked.
I washed myself down while I pissed in the shower. It hurt like hell, but it needed to be done. I groaned as the bubbles popped against my skin. The smell of coffee trickled into the bathroom. That meant my brother was already up. But, when I heard another voice in my house, I bristled.
Benji.
I quickly got out of the shower and dried myself off. I slipped into my slippers and pulled on some pajama pants, ready to figure out why the hell this boy had come by so damn early in the morning. I checked my phone to see if I had missed a phone call. Was there something I needed to know? But the only thing I’d missed was a text from John an hour ago. Stating that Benji had stopped by to talk.
“Knock knock.”
His voice emanated from my doorway, making me toss my phone to the bed.
“Don’t you have classes or some shit?”
Benji snickered. “That how you greet someone who brings you coffee?”
I turned around. “Yeah, when the person bringing me coffee is probably doing it for information. What do you want?”
He handed me the mug. “Damn. Can’t family get together just because?”
“We never get together just because.”
“Fine, whatever.”
“What do you want, Benj?”
He grinned. “Saw you riding off with that uptight chick from my dorm last night.”
“And?”
He crossed his arms. “What did you two get into?”
I sipped my coffee. “None of your business.”
He barked with laughter. “She’s a brat, you know. And a goody-good. Sits in the front rows in all her lectures and shit. It’s annoying.”
“I said it’s none of your business, Benji.”
