Page 58 of Royally Bad

The urge to bend her over the seat and take her right here was overwhelming. My mind was whirling with the image of those whispering lips curling around the tip of my rock-hard cock.

Did sheknowhow sexy she was?

Reaching down, I grabbed her right hand. Sammy squeezed back, a romantic gesture. That was nice. You know what was nicer? When I slid her palm down, making her feel my dick as it strained to escape my jeans.

“Holy shit,” she gasped into my ear.

A sharp tingle rolled up my spine. Her honest exclamation was plain erotic. It also wasn’t doing much for making me want to take her to get ice cream.We’ll have time for more fun later.She’d be living with me for who knew how long.

I had a hunch we’d be taking advantage of that.

Fighting down my animal urge to rail her with my cock, I revved my motorcycle. “Put your helmet on,” I said, the headlights setting the lot on fire. “There’s only one cure for a massive hard-on.”

“What’s that?” she asked, teasing at my zipper like a damn succubus.

When I slammed the gas, propelling us forward, I clamped my hand on her arm to make sure she didn’t fly off the bike. “Driving like a madman!” I shouted, the mechanical roar starting to blur my voice. “Fear of death is pretty good at making you focus on something beyond sex!”

“Ice cream isn’t worth splattering on the road!” she laugh-screamed.

“Sorry,” I shouted back. “I can’t hear you when I ride like this!”

“What?” she cried.

Grinning, I raced into the encroaching night. I wasn’t entirely lying to Sammy, but she seemed to believe me, because she stopped talking and instead just pointed to guide me to the ice cream shop.

It was quaint and small, mostly empty as well. Parking the bike, I pulled my helmet off. Next, I twisted and watched as she tugged hers away. Sammy stared at me with pink cheeks and glittering eyes, yet the centers were the sort of stillness you found on a lake just before a fish jumped to break the serenity.

“What’s wrong?” I asked urgently.

She shook her head in a slow rhythm. “Nothing. I just haven’t been here in a ... really long time.”

Her meaning was too grim for my liking. Lifting her off of the bike, I ignored her startled shout. It took some manhandling, but I managed to get her onto me, piggyback-style. “What are you doing? Kain!” she blurted, laughing in embarrassment at the attention we were drawing.

Stepping up to the outside window, I coughed politely. I didn’t need to, of course; the attendant was giving us both all of her attention. “Hi there,” I said, wincing as Sammy tugged at my hair and groaned. “I’ll take a rocky road cone and—what do you want, princess?”

Covering her face, Sammy groaned some more.

“Come on,” I said, smirking so all my teeth showed. “Tell the nice lady.”

Sammy mumbled, “Abaniwacphone.”

“Say again?” I chuckled.

“A vanilla cone!”

“There,” I said, nodding at the wide-eyed woman taking our order. “That’s all.”

The attendant darted her eyes between us. “Um. Okay. That’ll be ten fifty.”

Wordlessly, I juggled my wallet out. It was an impressive feat. My card flicked onto the tiny counter, the solid black shape telling the world how much money I had at my disposal.

The woman eyeballed it, two fingers sliding it under her window. With a final stare between it, me, then Sammy, she hurried to make our ice cream.

“I hate you,” Sammy whispered above me.

Squeezing her thighs, I turned my jaw enough to nip playfully at her knee. “I think you mean you adore me, sugar.”

Our cold treats came quickly. I like to imagine they worked extra fast when they saw my fancy credit card. Patiently, I waited for Sammy to take the two cones. Then, I winked at the attendant, took my card in my teeth, and strode over to a free bench in front of the shop.

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