Page 15 of Clear Your Mind

Possibly, but I’m not going all in on amaybe. I’ll run my very scientific case study but keep a safe distance. If it turns out I’m wrong and they’re all the same, he won’t know where to find me when it’s all said and done. Ha, horizontal, maybe, scientific, not so much. But who knows how much fun I can have in the meantime.

Protect my identity and protect my heart. He knows me as Krystal Cox, romance author and GWAR fan. I know him as Buddy the Blond Biker, sexpert. That’s perfect.

I live forty-five minutes, easy, from the Iron Travelers clubhouse. Unless Buddy or some of his badass friends are into crystals and tarot, our paths never have to cross once my little experiment is concluded.

Satisfied, I nod to myself, grab one of my carts and lead Buddy toward my waiting truck. My confidence in the plan gets a little boost when I realize my truck is fairly nondescript and, hello, it’s Texas, everyone has a truck.

He loads my stuff, and I don’t even have to lift a finger. “A lady could get used to this,” I mutter to myself.

Apparently inside voice isn’t my forte.

Buddy pins me against the driver’s side with the entire length of his body. I can feel every striation of his muscular physique.

He drops his mouth to my ear and whispers, “A man might let her.” Then he bites my neck where it connects to my shoulder. The exact spot he bit me last night, while he grinds his denim-covered dick against me so hard and slow, I see stars.

Why is this a bad idea again? My body asks the question, but my mind remains silent for too long.

His teeth release my neck, but his body still has me pinned. I feel the rough skin of his blue-collar hands on my stomach, and I quiver. The rasp of the zipper is drowned out by my blood whooshing through my body. It’s so loud I wonder if my heart will give out.

Those calloused fingers are moving lower and lower, but I just stand there, held up between his body and my truck, waiting for his hand to reach its destination.

When it does, I almost shout for joy, but his mouth swallows the sound. A thick finger dips inside my body before slipping back out. It goes straight to work on my clit. The man is a quick study. Small tight circles with a well-timed pinch, and I cry into his mouth.

The shudder finally subsides, and he zips my pants. When he leans back and licks his finger, humming his pleasure, I wobble on jelly knees.

“Your place? I’ll follow.”

Those words, along with voices approaching, were the polar bear plunge I needed. I just let the man get me off in the parking lot outside where a book event was just held. Right there for all to see if they happened to walk by.

I turn my head back and forth, scanning the lot for activity. Who’s to say the car right behind mine didn’t pull off while I was getting finger fucked in broad daylight? Readers and authors are milling about everywhere. Not to mention it’s a fucking family-friendly resort hotel.

This.

This is why bad boys and bikers are a good idea in books and theory only. They’re reckless and only care about themselves and what’s in it for them.

If that’s true, why am I the one in gooey-eyed bliss and he’s still sporting wood? a little voice inside asks.

I snarkily answer,That’s because he doesn’t control me yet. As soon as he does, he’ll move on but refuse to grant me the same courtesy.

Mr. Tall, Blond, and Dangerous is watching me with patient curiosity. I must appear to be certifiable. While the rational side of my brain knows it’s a bad idea to get involved, the slutty side is wholly on board.

I split the difference. I can control myself and the depth of my involvement. I will not lose myself in a man ever again, so what’s the harm in riding out his interest? Established boundaries are all we need.

“No. Your place. I’ll meet you there. I know the way. This is not a thing.” I wave my hand between us. “We are not a thing. We aren’t dating. No dinners, movies, concerts, or lunches with moms. We fuck. Plain and simple. When one of us loses interest, we part ways and forget the other exists. Deal?”

I feel a pang of regret when I watch his blue eyes go a little harder looking. I allow one moment ofwhat ifto curl through my brain, then I tamp it down.

“Deal, but I have a few caveats of my own.”

I nod. It’s only fair, right?

“No dating anyone else while you’re fucking me. Calling and texting are in play, and cuddling is required. You can keep your heart safe. I won’t ask for details.” I can feel an unspokenyettacked on. “It sounds like you need that assurance, so I’ll give it to you, but you’ll not keep anything else from me. As long as we’re doing this. I get the rest of you when I want it and how I want it.”

“Same.”

I know I’m making a deal with the devil, but I extend my hand. He takes it and pulls me into his body, biting my earlobe. “But for the record, love, there is nothing plain or simple about the way we fuck.”

Buddy releases my hand and body too soon. “See you tonight at the house.” He winks. Turning on his heels, he strides back toward the front of the lot where I assume his bike is parked.

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