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I had been on the receiving end of many blowjobs over the years, but Keys excelled where everyone else had obviously just been giving a mediocre attempt. The lazy, unhurried way she assaulted my senses damn near had my legs buckling out from under me. When she grabbed my balls, tugged, and hummed her approval of my response against my cock, I lost my ability to stay calm, cool, and quiet. I flexed my hips, sending my dick deeper into her mouth as I panted out my pleasure. “Keys, whatever you do, don’t fucking stop.” It was a demand, but I was also begging her.

She didn’t stop, nor did she start to vocalize anything. Instead, the gorgeous woman doubled down on what she was doing until I found myself unable to stave off my orgasm any longer, no matter how good it felt. To my complete surprise, the woman I was slowly becoming addicted to didn’t miss a beat when she swallowed every drop of me. When she was done, Keys simply got off her knees, yanked my clothes back in place, patted my belly, and leaned in to place a sweet kiss on my cheek. Then, she was gone, and I didn’t know what to make of her quiet blowjob or her silent exit. She left me stunned and wanting.

~*~

“Come to dinner with me,” I asked again for the third time. It had been a week since the woman left me stunned by her silently amazing blowjob.

“I already told you, no.”

Keys sat there looking gorgeous as ever with her long, red hair down in lose waves that swished around her shoulders every time she moved. I was mesmerized by it, but not enough to take ‘no’ for an answer again. “Why not?”

“I told you that the only thing between us would be sex.”

“So, we can’t even be friends?”

She tilted her head to the side and gave me a look that told me she didn’t believe I was capable of being just a friend to anyone. “Friends with benefits won’t work for us.”

“Why not?”

“We have to be in one another’s space too much for that. Listen, I appreciate the offer, but I don’t think-”

“Stop thinking. That seems to be your problem.” I was joking, but truthfully whatever bullshit was stopping her from having a relationship was obviously going to continue to be a problem the more thought she put into it.

Keys chortled before laying one of her hands over mine. “Quickshot, I like you. In another life, we could have been friends, maybe even more. In this life, we fuck. That’s it. End of story.”

I nodded, removed her hand from where it rested on mine, and then stood and turned to leave. For once, I didn’t look back or try to talk her out of her decision. Obviously, her mind was made up and there would be no changing it. When I felt the presence of someone who had followed me out the door of their clubhouse, I turned abruptly, thinking that I would see Keys standing there. Disappointment marred my face as I turned to see Tash instead. The pitying look on her face made it all worse somehow.

“It’s not you, if that’s what you’re thinking.” I didn’t say anything, and instead took a page out of Keys’ book and just stared at her friend until she continued talking. “I don’t think she will ever settle down with anyone. Her family did a real number on her.”

“So, you know what happened then?”

“What happened, yes. I don’t know who they were though if that’s what you’re asking.” I nodded at her response because it made me feel somewhat better to know she hadn’t confided that information to even her closest friends. “Give her time. Maybe she’ll come around.”

I managed a half-assed smile. “I’m not so sure about that. If it were anyone else, I would have already walked away, but there’s just something about her.” The admission was completely out of character for me, but it made Tash’s face light up.

“Then I want you to promise me something.”

“What?”

“Don’t give up on her.”

I sighed, knowing it wasn’t that simple. “You know there’s a fine line between a stalker dude who can’t take ‘no’ for an answer and someone who doesn’t give up on another person, right?”

Tash laughed. “Just make sure you treat her right and she’ll come around. Don’t fuck up, because if you do, you’ll never again get this close to a chance with her.”

“Kind of already figured that out, but thanks.”

Tash made her way back inside and by the time I got to my Harley, the clubhouse doors opened again. Keys was there that time and her eyes immediately found mine as she scanned the parking lot.

“Wait,” she called out before jogging her way over to me. “Just lunch and only because I’m hungry.”

There was no hiding the grin that fucking took over my whole face. “Are you going to hop on, or do you need to take yours?” I patted the pillion seat on the back of my bike as she shrugged her shoulders and reached up to braid her hair.

“Don’t get us killed.”

Holy shit. I felt like I won a fucking lottery. Not only had she agreed to lunch, but we were heading there with her riding bitch on my bike. Considering she rode her own, I honestly didn’t think that would ever happen.

“Do you have another helmet, or do I need to grab mine?”

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