by Evie Monroe
Right. Whatever, Jet. “I’ll see you,” I told him.
I didn’t see Avery as I walked with Cait, plastered to my side, toward the exit. She’d probably found somebody else, too. But I sure as hell saw a lot of other men, glaring at me, wanting to be right where I was.
Tonight, for once, I was the one living the charmed life. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to waste it.
Chapter Six
Caitlyn
Maybe I wasn’t drunk enough.
Or maybe I wasn’t used to this. Picking up a strange guy at a bar for the sole intent of sex. Oh, if Daddy could see me now . . .
He wouldn’t kill me. But he could kill. He’d brought my mom within an inch of her life, at least a few times that I knew of.
I forced my dad out of my head as I walked outside with Drake’s big form hovering over me. I liked it. Liked being his girl, if only for one night. I felt feverish and excited and alive. Like I never wanted the night to end.
I could tell Drake wasn’t one to talk much. He led me out to a line of bikes and pointed out a bike between two Harleys. “Hop on.”
“Triumph, huh?” I said. It was a pretty sweet bike. My father and most of Hell’s Fury were Harley men. I liked the difference already.
“Yeah.”
I hopped on the back. There was no way to ride without my denim skirt riding up my hips, showing my panties. His eyes were fastened between my legs as he strapped on his helmet. He grabbed the handlebars and threw his leg over the seat and steadied the bike as I wrapped my arms around his slim waist, feeling the tight muscles of his abdomen underneath his t-shirt. I couldn’t wait to get a better look at that.
“Where to?”
“Your place,” I said.
There wasn’t any other choice.
He started the engine and it roared to life, vibrating through every part of me.
I’d been on bikes pretty much all my life. I must’ve been my daddy’s daughter because there was something so wickedly exciting about the machine, purring between my legs. It turned me on like crazy.
Not like I needed help with that right now. What turned me on most was this package of muscle in front of me. The more I wrapped my arms around him, the more I became convinced there wasn’t a single soft spot to the man. He was so built, I could barely get my arms around him. And he smelled good . . . not like my father . . . like soap and some kind of wickedly masculine aftershave that had me wanting to lick the side of his neck.
Mr. MD.
Mr. Fucking MD Motorcycle Badass, so hot and dark and dangerous, that I felt as giddy as a little kid, about to unwrap an ice cream on a hot day.
He had to be pulling my leg with the doctor stuff. I’d heard of McDreamy, but this man brought the irreverent doctor cliché to a whole other level. He clearly wasn’t stupid. And he did have damn near a whole first aid kit in his pocket.
And then, there was a way he carried himself, like he knew more than everyone in the room. He’d definitely gotten my attention. Not to mention that he was hot as fuck.
We soared out onto the road, and all I could think was that I’d gotten what I wanted, the second I’d gone inside. That this hot guy would be fucking me by night’s end. I shivered with excitement at the thought.
Oh, my daddy would love that.
Try as he had, my father hadn’t succeeded in keeping me a saint. I was far from a virgin. I think it was my dad’s constant wanting to keep me under his thumb that had given rise to my rebellious streak. That, and the fact that I was always around testosterone-filled guys who’d do anything for a hot piece of ass.
And to be honest, I was a hot as fuck piece of ass. Thanks to my mom’s good looks.
I’d lost my virginity to a member of the club when I was fifteen and he was twenty-two. It was perfectly fine, not very memorable, though we did end up having sex a few more times. Eventually I thought of him as my boyfriend, even though we never went out or dated like normal boyfriends and girlfriends do. We couldn’t for obvious reasons. Then my father found out, and the guy was never seen in Aveline Bay again. People joked around that Slade had had him killed, and my daddy did nothing to dispel that rumor.
After that, I’d been careful about the guys I slept with. Most of them were from school or Enterlease Car Rental . . . clean cut, well-mannered, perfectly sweet guys who I kept at arm’s length, so I could make sure they wouldn’t ever cross paths with my dad. There was never any spark, so they were never in danger of getting too close.
But I had to admit, there was something hot about a guy on a bike.
Sparks went off all over me, so much so that I could barely breathe in the cool night air as we soared down the street.
My hair flew out like a kite tail as I pressed my cheek against his broad back. He was only wearing a t-shirt, so I could feel the heat of his body through the thin cotton. He smelled amazing and had my senses on overload. I pressed my tits up against him and spread my legs to not allow for any space between us. The vibrations of the bike were about to make me come on the spot, so I squeezed his thighs between mine.
I was in heaven.
We ended up driving south, past my car rental building, a one-story shithole right on the highway. His apartment was a short ride past that, at a dingy building on the South side of Aveline Bay. It wasn’t anything to write home about. He sailed into a parking space, twisted the key in his ignition and slid off the bike, and he offered his hand to help me slide off after him.
“What’s your story, Cait?” he asked me as we walked up a flight of stairs. “Besides working a job you hate and all that shit? Why have I never seen you at The Wall before?”
He opened the door and invited me into his place. I shrugged as I stepped inside. “I have a warden who doesn’t often let me out.”
“Warden?” he started. “Boyfriend?”
“Dad,” I said.
“Ah. So you still live at home? What are you, a boomerang kid?”
I nodded my lie. Not exactly, since I’d never been able to leave and doubted I ever would.
He walked in behind me and threw his helmet down on a recliner, then turned on a light.
The place was not exactly the sparsely furnished bachelor pad I was expecting. He had art on the walls . . . real art, not framed posters or anything. No family photos, though. And though the place was sparsely furnished, it was clean. The furniture was modern and basic, all lines and angles. The only thing that was slightly messy was a giant floor-to-ceiling bookcase that took up an entire wall. I walked over and inspected some of the spines. Anatomy, Physiology, and Biology textbooks, as well as some really dry-sounding history titles. European Hegemony in the Early Eighteenth Century?
Dr. Drake was a closet nerd.
“Hmm, maybe you are a real doctor,” I said, turning on him to catch him staring at me, his eyes penetrating me like he had X-ray vision.
He raised an eyebrow. “You thought I was lying so I could pick you up?”
I smiled. Like he’d need help. Doctor or not, the second I laid eyes on him, I was his.
“Beer?” he said, going into the galley kitchen, which had a pass-through into the living room area. I nodded, and he reached into the fridge, pulling out two beers. He twisted the caps and slid one across to me.
I perched on a bar stool and took a swig.
He took a long gulp of his beer, his hair falling in his face. He swept it back and I caught his eyes as he regarded me with a narrow beam of suspicion. In this light, I could see yellow flecks in the warm honey amber. I could stare into them all day, just pulling out new colors. They took my breath away. “So really, who are you?” he asked me again.
He was scrutinizing me. I bet very little got past him. My stomach dropped, and I averted his eyes. “What do you mean?”
“Because most girls don’t know a Triumph from a Harley, especially in the dark. You like bikes?”
I shrugged. “I do. I grew up with a bunch of mechanics. Fixing them and stuff.” I looked around, despe
rate to change the subject, lest he start asking about my dad and bring our conversation to a thudding halt. “What about you? You and blondie part of a club around here?”
He scrubbed his hand over his chin. “Nope.”
Well, thank God for that. “Why not?”
“What do you mean, why not?” He drained his beer with another gulp and motioned to a curtained window. “It’s hot in here. Let’s go outside.”
Was it me, or was he trying to change the subject as well?
He pulled the curtain open and yanked on a sliding glass door that kept getting stuck before he managed to open it. He motioned for me to step through first, so I did.
I finally saw the allure of this place. The apartment may have been small, but the balcony was on a cliff-side, overlooking the rest of Aveline Bay, with the Pacific glittering in the distance under a full moon. The whole balcony looked like a small living room, filled with decorative outdoor furniture. I bet he spent a lot of time out here. I leaned over the railing and sighed. “Nice.”
“Not as nice as what’s right here,” he said, slipping a hand around my waist and turning me to him.
I felt the first flash of nervousness skittering down my spine. It occurred to me that although I knew how to flirt and drive guys wild, I didn’t know what to do past that. Because of Slade, few guys ever got that far. It’d been a long time since I’d taken a guy home, and an even longer time since I’d met a guy who actually made my heart beat like this.
He took the beer from my hand and set it down on one of the outdoor tables. His eyes scanning me as if determining which part of me he wanted to devour first. He reached out and brushed a hair from my shoulder.
That simple touch, barely a breath, made sparks light between us. I felt the calluses on his palm, each of them branding my skin. My heart pounded with anticipation. I licked my lips, and he zeroed in on the gesture, his eyes dark with want.
“You’re a real pretty thing, Cait,” he said, his voice gravelly. “Almost too pretty to ruin.”
He leaned closer, so close that I couldn’t mistake his intention. He gave me a second to say no, that I didn’t want this, but I did want it. “You can’t ruin me any more than I already am,” I murmured, my lips so close to his.
I closed the distance easily and crashed into his mouth.
Light and heat sparked all over my body. His lips were soft, but his kisses were anything but. Tangling his hand in my hair, he tipped my head back further and took my mouth, no hesitation at all. I tried to gasp, but he caught the gasp as he held me still for his onslaught. My entire body went weak.
He kissed like a fucking badass.
My body responded, instantly, all-in. I pulled myself against him, and he groaned low in his throat. I could feel his hardness through his jeans, against my abdomen. It encouraged me. I stroked his cheeks, ran my hands down his chest, and he retaliated by thrusting his tongue inside my mouth. My nipples hardened under my camisole and I let out a moan. Hearing that, he laughed a little in his throat. His arms slid around my ass, pulling me toward him as his fingers dug under the fabric of my skirt, finding the edge of my panties.
“You call this underwear?” he growled into my mouth.
“What . . .” I began, but before I could say more, he showed me what he meant by hooking one finger under the string that flossed my ass and tearing it free. I gasped as the cool air found its way under my short skirt, my bare lower half.
He lifted it up between us on his finger. “Might as well wear nothing.” He gave it a gentle yank and the delicate lace gave way.
“Well now I am wearing nothing, thanks to you.”
“You will be thanking me, baby. I promise you that.”
Oh, fuck.
He dropped my panties to the floor and reached around my back, squeezing my bare ass with both hands. I opened my mouth, hoping to reply with something witty, but it all got lost when his fingers slipped inside the crack of my ass.
I wiggled at first and my eyes widened in surprise when he touched my asshole, tickling me. He rounded it a couple times, until the tickle became arousal. Then he slipped a finger inside my pussy.
I was almost embarrassed at how wet I was, how it was running down my thighs. The bashfulness didn’t last though. By the time he added another finger, I was doubled over, moaning, spreading my legs to give him better access, wanting more, more, more. He held me there, his eyes locked on mine, pumping his fingers in and out of me, until I lost all reason and wobbled on my knees, rocking on his hand and begging him to go faster.
His free finger traced to my mouth, resting on the pillow of my bottom lip, so I let my tongue slip out to taste it. Damn, he tasted good, like beer and tobacco with a little bit of toothpaste mixed in. He left his finger there, so I sucked it in, as he watched me, mesmerized, still pumping me from behind.
And then he added the pad of his thumb, letting it graze my clit, stroking it slowly.
I lost it.
I came so loud there was no way everyone in the complex didn’t hear it. My fingers dug into him, fisting his t-shirt. I threw myself against him, grabbing on for dear life.
He ducked his head, so his lips grazed my hairline. My heart raced at the feeling of his warm breath on my skin. Dipping his head lower, he pressed a kiss against my neck. He nuzzled up my neck and bit gently onto my ear lobe.
Then he lifted my mouth to his and kissed me again. Any self-respect I might have had was already gone.
The aftershocks rippled through me, and my clit was so sensitive, so swollen, but I wanted more. I reached for his pants, unbuckling them, slipping the zipper down and sliding his jeans over the magnificent curve of his ass. His cock sprang free, hard and ready.
Hell, I’d never seen a cock that big. That long. He’d had that in his pants? How did he manage to ride a bike with that?
“Oh, my,” I said, wrapping my hand around it. My fingers did little to cover it as I pumped it, once, then again. “You’re huge.”
He didn’t respond. I was sure every woman he’d been with must have said the same thing, because it was the truth. He simply reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom, which he tore open with his teeth. One arm still wrapped around my waist, he slipped the condom on one-handed, then lifted me onto the railing, cradling my ass in his arms. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling that massive hard length of steel trapped between us.
Then he dragged his lips to mine. His tongue darted into my mouth, claiming me as I so desperately wanted to be claimed. His mouth was insistent, begging for more. He nipped at my lips with his teeth in a savage way before plunging his tongue into my mouth again.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, tighter, but all worry that I might fall off the edge of the balcony went away the second the tip of his cock touched my entrance. His hands were so big, holding my ass firmly, cupping it, squeezing it, I didn’t have anything to worry about. I tilted my pelvis forward, sucking in a breath in anticipation.
He found just the right spot and plunged in, tearing a growl from my throat.
Holy Mary Mother of God. My head fell back and I shuddered. It felt too good to be true. He held me up as he pushed deeper into me and then began a slow, rhythmic thrust. It was only a few seconds before I felt myself tightening around him. The tight stretch made my orgasm subside for a moment, but when his thumb began to rub my clit again, it came back with a vengeance and hit me like a freaking freight train. I screamed and dug my nails into his shoulders as my pussy clenched around his cock. I jerked and ground my pussy onto him, coming and coming and coming.
But he wasn’t done. I’d already come twice in about as many minutes, and he was clearly looking for a world record here. I managed a look at him, and in the moonlight, he looked like an animal, his face rigid with raw concentration as he fucked me slowly, steadily. We were both still, more or less, clothed, but I felt completely exposed to him in the way he fucked, hard, raw, growling.
“Come on, baby,” he husked out. “Come for me a
gain, Cait.”
Again? Fuck that. Not again. My body was already a bag of jelly. I couldn’t.
Or could I?
But even as I thought it, I felt the fire building inside me again. He asked, and I did as I was told. The tension overwhelmed me, sensations bursting forth, making it impossible to take another second of the sweet agony. I fell against him, crushing my mouth to his and kissed him hard, urgent, the world going dark and blurry around me. I didn’t mean to scream, but oh Holy God, did I scream. He ripped his mouth free, grabbed my hips and stared into my eyes, his big amber eyes reaching deep inside me.
“There you go, baby,” he growled, lifting his hips and thrusting deep inside me. “Come with me.”
I met that thrust with an explosion of pleasure, my eyes rolling back to the sky, fireworks exploding behind my eyelids. He groaned and burst inside me, gripping my hips and tensing around me.
My scream faded to a whimper, and just when I thought I was done, he rocked into me, stroking my swollen pussy in new ways and retriggering my orgasm . . . again. I couldn’t find the voice to scream anymore, so I just moaned like a feral cat. I let the smaller ripples lap over me, like a stream of aftershocks.
I collapsed against his chest, my body heaving. I felt like a completely boneless mass of human. I rested my cheek on his collarbone as the small shocks ran through my body, making me shudder.
“Damn man,” I said, shell-shocked. I’d come before, sure. Even came twice and three times in a single experience. But he’d basically just turned me into an orgasm-machine, where I couldn’t stop coming. “What did you do to me?”
He lifted me, still impaled on his cock, slipped the balcony door open, and carried me inside. He licked at my throat. “Don’t think I’m done with you, yet, baby.”
And fuck yes. I was more than ready. I couldn’t wait for more of this exquisite torture.
Chapter Seven
Drake
I walked her into my bedroom, still wrapped around me. She was a light as a feather, fitting around me like a glove. My jeans sagged around my thighs as I carried her through my apartment, her hair hanging down, covering our faces.
