Page 24 of Filthy Savage
“No idea. As long as we have to. Trust me, your boss will figure things out. No one’s after them, all right?” I grip her forearm and slam her car door shut. “Let’s go,” I bark, dragging her over to my bike.
“Can we please stop at my place for a change of clothes? Plus I need to at least get a message to Mom or my neighbor so that someone stops in on my dogs. Please?”
“We’ll see. I can’t promise anything.”
“You’re not being very nice right now,” she whines.
“I never said I was a nice guy, doll. And can pretty much promise I won’t ever be that, especially not while I’m saving your life.”
“Great. I can look forward to you being an asshole.”
I nod and straddle the bike, stretching out my hand to help her on behind me. “I’m so glad we understand each other.”
Scowling, she takes my hand and hikes her stretchy form-fitted skirt up her legs, and climbs on. She presses up against me, and I’m hard as fuck all over again at the feel of her hands around my waist. My cock twitches, and I have to readjust it in my pants at the feel of her heart pounding at my back, her thick, bare thighs clamped along my hips, and her full, soft breasts at the base of my shoulder blades.
“Just ride,” she groans into my ear, digging her nails into my abs.
With a smirk, I roll out of the parking lot and head off. This is sure to be a wild ride with this mouthy, blonde vixen.
My Angel.
Mine.
That mouth’s no angel, but fuck, I love it already.
