Page 8 of Devil's Dilemma

“Melissa, you seem to have some doubts about me. Let’s get a few things straight. I saw you at the bar and was immediately interested in you, not anyone else.”

“I’m almost old enough to be—”

“Stop it.” It’s nearly a snarl. “How old do you think I am, Melissa?”

“Twenty?” I hazard.

He barks a laugh. “I’m twenty-five, almost twenty-six, and you’re what…”

“Thirty-four,” I admit, grumpily. “Just.” I add, accusingly, “You look younger.”

“I don’t know whether that’s good, or whether it’s the bane of my life. It earned me the handle of Runt when I was a prospect, hated that fuckin’ name. Thank fuck they changed it to Skull when I was patched in.”

Runt I might be able to understand, he’s skinny and probably not the tallest biker I’ve seen, but, “Why are you called Skull?”

His lips narrow and his eyes flicker with something which looks like a bad memory. “Because I’ve got a hard head.” He taps his forehead. “Can take the knocks well.”

I lose interest in his monikers. “Skull, okay, you’re older than I thought. But look at you.” I wave my hand toward him, wanting to get all this out in the open now. “You don’t have an ounce of fat on you, you’re good looking and could probably have any girl you want…”

“Good looking?” His eyes crease, then instead his brow becomes etched with lines. “And I can have any woman I want? What if I want you, Melissa?”

He’s actually said it.His question makes me fidget. I decide to point out a few things. “Are you blind? Look at me. You look like you keep fit, while I’m allergic to exercise. I bake and sample my products. I have a sedentary job while you… you… you probably ride around on your bike all day. I know just what I look like, I’m homely and curvy…”

“And you’re just my type.”

Suddenly he moves. Instead of standing, he’s now sitting beside me. I’m relieved he’s keeping a respectful distance, but his hand covers mine. “Melissa, I’m not proposing or anything, but from the moment I saw you, you intrigued me. What’s the harm in us getting to know each other a little more? Go out on a date or two…”

“Bikers date?” I huff incredulously, not able to imagine it.

Another laugh. “Bikers are people, Melissa. We eat, drink, and do what anyone else does. Oh, and we fuck.” He winks.

It shouldn’t, but his easy reference to sexual pleasure starts a tingling in my body that it shouldn’t have. The gleam in his eyes makes me doubt it’s an empty promise.

“I don’t,” I say, sharply. “If all you want is to get in my panties, I’m not the woman for that.”

“Melissa, Melissa, babe. I want the whole package. Yeah, I want sex. I want to feel those magnificent tits in my hands, I want to see you come on my fingers and on my tongue. I want to know if you’re a screamer, and if you’re not, what I need to do to hear you scream out. You made my cock rock hard the first time I saw you…” He breaks off, and grins again. “But I also want to take you out, show you off. Date you like you deserve to be dated. Spoil you and have you on the back of my bike. Yeah, Melissa, I want everything. When you’re ready, I want you riding my cock, but not until that’s what you want too.”

Jesus H Christ. My eyes widen at his declaration. I’ve never heard anything of the like. I’m the woman men want to cosy up to as I remind them of their mother and they think I’ll provide the comforts of home. Or, they want to bed a curvy woman just to see what it’s like. I’m not the woman men fantasise about, and I certainly don’t get offered the whole world, which, in my eyes, is what Skull’s offering.

I object once more. “You want to show me off? Are you listening to yourself? What kind of couple do you think we’d make?”

“A great one,” he replies without missing a beat. “You’re gorgeous, Melissa. You’re just the woman I want.”

Chapter Four

Melissa

God help me, but I had agreed.

As Skull continued to promise the world to me, my doubts began to slide away. He seemed so adamant, so sure of himself, and, that it was me he was determined to win. While doubting I was the prize he really wanted—was it because I was playing hard to get, that made him so sure? I found a hesitant yes coming out of my mouth. Sometimes in life you have to take a gamble, and if I expected the worst, what did I have to lose?

It was too soon to worry about my heart being broken. Skull intrigued me, but he wasn’t the man I could see as my life partner, so the organ that pumped blood around my body wasn’t involved. My lady parts though, well they were something else altogether.

I’ve read books, sure, but have never experienced the intensity of orgasms that were usually described within their pages. No, mine were polite little ripples and not particularly explosive. Already the thought of sex with Skull was turning me on like never before. Sex was something expected after you’d been dating a while, a culmination of a man and woman giving each other time. A few minutes of activity, a cuddle after, and then back to watching the game or, in my case, cooking to satisfy another appetite.

Skull though, there was heat in his eyes. Along with a promise he wouldn’t rush me, his whole being signified that when the time came and I was ready, I wouldn’t be left wanting or disappointed.

What harm would there be in having a date with the man?

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