Page 3 of Clear Your Mind

Blond Biker leans even closer if that’s possible. “I can help with that.” His words rasp in my ear, giving my knees a moment.

If sex can be condensed into a sound, it’s his voice. And the scent of him? Oh, dear goddess. I’m ninety-nine percent sure his smoky scent of sandalwood and leather just got me pregnant.

I lean back into his body. “I bet you can,” I murmur. Primarily to myself, but yeah, okay, my slutty side just took over my tongue.

“I can. Now…and later.” He reaches around and takes my drink and sets it on the ground. Faith’s biker does the same. Then they drag us through the crowd. Cutting between people like two leather and denim knives. Everyone makes way for the badass bikers.

Before I realize it, we are in front of the active pit, and only three or four people back from the stage.

“Holy shit, Faith. This is awesome,” I scream.

My best friend and I do a happy jig as we get sprayed with all kinds of GWAR fluids.

“I know, right? He’s totally getting lucky tonight,” she shouts, and the badass biker behind her wraps a tattooed forearm around her waist and pulls her into his body. I watch like a voyeur as he drops his mouth to her neck. I’m a little jealous until Blondie repeats the move with me. But when he drops his mouth, he bites that bit of skin where my neck connects to my shoulder, and I almost swoon.

He licks it and growls, “What about me, love? Am I getting lucky tonight too?”

Love. Damn, he is a book boyfriend.

Feeling bold because shit, maybe the one shot and one and a half beers, or maybe just GWAR, or maybe just fuck it, I deserve a good dicking as Faith reminded me earlier. I turn in his arm. He wraps the other around me and widens his stance. “I know I sure as shit am.”

Blondie throws his head back and laughs.It’s rich and deep, like coffee and cigarettes…and sin.

I’m done for.

Without taking his eyes off me, he nudges his friend, who is full on making out with my bestie like his ship’s going down.

“Dude, we’re heading out.”

He comes up for air long enough to reply. “Right behind you.”

I give Faith a tiny wave as Blondie drags me back through the crowd we’d cut through only one song prior. My head is swimming. I’m literally drunk on biker boy, and we haven’t even kissed yet. I giggle to myself as I think of a line for a book about bikers and their kisses. Something about drugs and tongues, but my brain isn’t working.

The humid air tickles my skin as he guides me to a bike. He sits sidesaddle on it and pulls me to stand between his legs. Before I can make a smart-ass remark, he moves one ringed hand to the back of my neck, fists my hair, and pulls my head down for a kiss.

He literally kisses me stupid. No lie, my IQ drops at least fifty points.

Blondie leans back just a touch, bites my lip, then plunges his tongue deep back into my mouth. Owning the kiss, owning me.

I’m not usually one to submit. I love to kiss. Kissing is something I love to control. While I’m more than willing to submit in bed, the kiss is the one arena I usually don’t cede. Slowing it down with little nips and languid sweeps of the tongue is where it’s at, but he is having none of that.

I try to wrestle back control, and he growls…growls into my mouth before sucking my bottom lip into his and holding it hostage.

With a final bite and a lick, he releases it. “How much have you had to drink?”

It was such a change of pace I almost skidded to a halt. “What?”

“Consent, love. How much have you had to drink?”

“Ohhhh.” Just when I think he can’t get any sexier, boom, he does.

I mentally cross my fingers and hiss at the thought of a relationship. My clients come to see me for ways to encourage love in their lives, while I am the opposite. I love men. I love sex. And I love my freedom to pick and choose both.But I swear to the goddess, if he is that caring in bed, my heart might fall without my permission.

This blond badass biker is right up my alley…or will be as soon as I answer his question. “Just a beer and a shot before the one you bought me.”

He smiles and nods. “Not looking for a relationship, but I’ll give you one hell of a ride tonight and a ride home in the morning.”

I run my fingers through the longer hair on the top of his head and bring my hands around to cup his cheeks. They’re scruffy but not fully bearded.

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