Page 16 of Mile High With the Bikers
I wrap my arm around her waist again and haul her next to me. “I wasn’t judging you. Shit just comes out wrong sometimes. You think I give a fuck if you have a little fun? I thought you were fucking awesome when we met. Cute as hell, just the right amount of shy, and strong enough to go toe-to-toe with the three of us. If you have a dick on call in every airport, good for you. The world would be a better place if people spent a little more time getting laid and less worrying about what other people do with their junk.”
The room is dark, but I can feel the skepticism radiating off of her when she looks at me. But she sighs and settles back down at my side. Not quite as close as she was, but it’s an improvement. Maybe I haven’t fucked everything up yet.
“I don’t,” Rory says softly. “Today was the first time I’ve done something like that.”
“You were a vir?—”
“No! I mean hook-up with men I just met.”
“Right, yeah.” Thank fuck. Oh, I’d’ve been happy to make her first time one for the record books, but we would've done things a little differently.
“I’ve been thinking about… quitting lately, and it made me want to do something a little wild.”
“Going out with a bang,” I say with a chuckle. “But maybe not so literally.”
She laughs and snuggles a little closer. Her hand brushes my thigh and my dick sits up and takes notice. “Exactly.”
This time I’m the one that shifts, repositioning us so she’s cradled at my front, with my hips angled a little to keep from stabbing her, but she’s a naked woman in a grown man’s bed. I’m not going to apologize for a natural reaction. “I could still make that happen.”
Rory’s breath hitches. “In the movies, when people end up in bed together after almost dying, they always end up having sex, right? I wonder why that is.”
“Do you really?”
She shakes her head, tickling my nose with her soft hair. “No, not really. I think it’s about forgetting, at least a little bit. And proving that they’re still alive.”
“I think you’re right.” I lean in and trap her earlobe between my teeth, biting down just hard enough to make her gasp. “Do you want me to make you feel alive, baby?”
She melts in my fucking arms, her ass pillowing my swollen cock. I slide a hand up to her breast and let my palm tease hernipple until it's hard as a pebble. Rory moans, and I feel the sound all the way in my balls.
“Please.” Her voice is a breathy plea.
If that's what she wants, I'm fucking happy to give it to her.
“Roll over, baby. Let me see you.”
9
RORY
Moonlight mixeswith the spotlights over the Screaming Eagles compound, giving just enough ambient light to see each other in the dark. He’s propped up on one arm beside me, looking my way with lust, but something else, too. Appreciation, and he makes no attempt to hide it. I saw the women at the bar. A man like him would never be alone for long if he wants company, but he’s still looking at me like I’m the only one that’s ever mattered.
“Beautiful,” he whispers reverently. And if that isn't confirmation enough, the way his shorts are stretched to be their limit definitely is, the thin jersey cotton showing everything.
Who even am I anymore? After being cautious for so long, they make me want to, well,want.What we did on the plane was spontaneous and a little—okay a lot—crazy, but this is slower. More deliberate. What’s a one night stand on a plane? One flight stand? Does it still count as one if there are three guys?
“Penny for your thoughts,” he says, tracing a finger from the hollow of my throat and down through the valley between my breasts.
“I want to be the person that does this,” I admit softly. “To be free.”
Diesel palms my side and kisses my shoulder, flicking his tongue over my skin. “What’s stopping you? This seems like a pretty good start to me.”
He’s right, isn’t he? Maybe this wasn’t exactly how I planned to start my independence, but just for tonight I can leave my guilt and worries for tomorrow. I want to forget for a little while, and I think Diesel might be just the ticket.
I reach out and trace the bleeding heart tattoo he has over the left side of his chest. Then I stretch up and kiss it, feeling the beat of his heart under my lips. Not as fast as mine, but slow and steady.
He cups my chin and tips my face so I’m looking him in the eyes. Rough fingertips skirt down my neck. “I fucking love how you look right now, baby girl. Pretty, naked and brave enough to know what you want.”
Then he kisses me with lips that have no business being this soft on such a hard man. Touches me with clever fingers exploring closer and closer to the junction of my thighs. Centers me with the warmth of his strong body rubbing against me.
