“Fuck,” he muttered as he stared at the ceiling.
“What?” I asked, pulling the sheet over my breasts as I sat up and rested against the headboard.
“I forgot it’s Thanksgiving.”
“I’m sure your parents are expecting you.”
“No, they’re out of town. I’ll just do what I came here for and head back to the clubhouse.”
Fucking great. I don’t want him to be alone on a holiday. No one deserves that.“I’m sure Joe wouldn’t mind if you came to dinner. He cooks for an army, just like my ma.”
“You wouldn’t care?” he asked, looking over at me with puppy-dog eyes.
“No. You know everybody, and my mom has always liked you.”
“Your mom is the best damn cook. That’s one of the reasons I liked you as a kid. Your mom fed everybody.”
“You liked me because I let you feel me up in eighth grade.” I laughed, hitting him in the face with my pillow.
“Yeah, that too.” He grabbed me by the arms, pulling me down on top of him.
“Flash,” I warned.
“I know, Izzy. I’m just a cock to you.”
I hit his shoulder hard, making my palm sting. “Fucker, you’re a friend, but your cock is mighty fine.”
“My cock could use some attention.”
“So could my pussy.”
“Listen, you greedy little cunt. I ate you so fucking good last night and what did I get?”
“You just said what you got. You got to eat my pussy.”
“Izzy,” he said, grabbing my shoulder. “My balls are gonna burst. You gotta help a guy out here.”
I crawled on top of him, straddling him, and felt his dick already hard underneath me. “Flash, what do I get if I let you?”
“Woman,” he said as he swatted my ass. “You’ll get to come on my ‘mighty fine cock,’ as you called it.”
“I want two,” I demanded, grinding myself against him.
He shivered as a small moan escaped his lips. “Anything you want.”
I looked at the ceiling, resting my index finger against my lips as I moved my hips. “Well, my house could use a good cleaning,” I teased.
“You’ll get what I give you,” he growled.
“Oh, I like big, bad biker Flash.” I laughed, leaning back and pushing the tip of his cock farther into my wetness.
He tossed me through the air, and I landed on the bed and bounced. I snorted as I laughed. He grabbed the condom off the nightstand and moved his body between my legs.
“I’ll show you big, bad biker Flash.”
“Shit better be good.”
“You talk too fucking much,” he said as he rolled the condom down his shaft. “I always do you good, Izzy. No one does it better.”
