Page 628 of One More Kiss

Horse

“You ride a bike?”Kenny says the moment we get to mine.

“Yeah, you cool with that?” I look over to her expecting to see her nervous. What I don’t expect to see is her excitement.

“Oh yeah, I love to ride. I ride with my brother whenever I can,” she says while admiring my bike.

“Well, hop on, sweet girl, and let’s get going,” I tell her as I climb on, holding my hand out to help her. When Kenny doesn’t take my hand, but grabs hold of my shoulder, using it instead to brace herself as she climbs on behind me, chills run down my spine the second her body is against mine. “You ready back there?”

“Let’s ride!” Kenny laughs. Shaking my head smiling, I start my bike up with a roar of the motor.

Taking off, I ride for a while, taking in the feel of Kenny pressed against my back. I’ve never let a woman ride behind me. Not once. That spot was always saved for my ol’ lady when I took one. Having Kenny back there seems right. It’s weird, I've known this beautiful woman for all of an hour, only speaking a handful of words, and I already have her on the back of my bike. Something about this woman speaks to me deep in my soul.

Pops always told me don’t settle for some dim-witted twit that comes to the club looking to be an ol’ lady. You have to go out there in order to find one. And sure as fuck don’t go for a woman like my bitch of a mom. I don’t blame him either. Granted, I’m a lot older than he was when I was born. I always wrap my shit. Fuck if I’m gonna get some loose pussy knocked up.

Seeing the turnoff for a local bar, I slow down, turning into the parking lot. Not many people are here which is good, it won’t be crowded and I’ll get to talk to my sweet girl and get to know her. Maybe later, I’ll even get between those sinful as fuck legs of hers as well. Fuck, I can see her in my mind, wrapped around me as I sink her down onto my dick. Reaching down, I tap her leg wishing I could feel the smoothness of her skin. “Come on, let’s go get a beer before all the rednecks come out to get drunk later.”

“What’s wrong with rednecks coming here to get drunk? I actually find it hilarious when they get shitfaced and start fighting.” I swear I’ve never smiled as much with a woman as I have with her.

Taking her hand, I head straight for a booth near the back. Looking up, I gain the bartender's attention; he knows what to bring me. I come in here enough for him to know what I drink. I’m thankful that he doesn’t say anything in front of Kenny with me not wearing my cut. I don’t wanna say anything about the club until I know more about her.

“I should’ve asked you this before we came in here but how old are you, Kenny?” I know she’s got to be over eighteen. There’s no way she could get the beautiful masterpiece she has on her back without being of age. Not that I give a damn if she’s just turned eighteen or not. Something about her draws my attention and I don’t understand why. It’s crazy that I just met this woman in a fuckin’ grocery store and all I can think of is having her wrap those gorgeous as fuck legs around me— I want her.

“Well, I’m eighteen but I have an ID that says I’m twenty-one if that’s what you’re worried about. I don’t want you to get in trouble,” she says smiling at me shyly. My little rebel has a fake ID. Damn.

“You don’t have to worry about that here. I’m a regular, the owner won’t question your age. I only asked out of curiosity,” I tell her sliding her one of the two beers in front of me.

“That’s good.” Smiling, she takes the beer I offer her. I watch as she puts it to her mouth taking a sip. Damn, I wish that bottle was my dick. I want her lips wrapped around me now.

We spend the next couple of hours talking over different things, getting to know each other. I don’t tell her about being part of the Devil’s Riot MC or my road name. Nothing that would freak her out. I want her to know me before I tell her anything. That’s the only way I’m going to be able to see if she could handle the club life.

Looking closer at Kenny, she looks familiar to me somehow, even though I’ve never seen her around town before. Throughout our talk, we both start giving each other light touches. But the moment her fingers brush the top of my jeans, she gasps, giving me a look of surprise.

“Sweet girl, nothing to be surprised about. I fuckin’ want you more than I want my next breath. I’m dying to be deep in that pussy of yours,” I growl out, cupping her chin in my hands keeping her eyes on me as I talk.

“What are you waiting for?” Kenny whispers. If it had been louder in the room, I wouldn’t have heard her.

“You sure?” I ask, but Kenny nods at my question. “I need the words, if you want me to fuck you, I need you to say it.”

“Scotty, I want you to fuck me.”

That’s all it takes. I stand, drawing her with me, pulling out a couple of bills. I throw them down on the table. Taking Kenny’s hand, we walk side by side to my bike. I don’t bother asking where she wants me to take her, I head straight for my spot.

It’s the spot I go when I need to clear my head, no one knows about it, not even my pops. I want this to be perfect for some reason, and taking her body at my spot is perfect in my eyes.

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