I’m panting and my heart is racing.I wrap my legs around his waist and cling to his shoulders.
“Get ready for it.”He drives into me.
I cry out, it’s so good, so dense, so fucking hot.
He barely pauses at full depth and pulls almost out.Then he’s charging in again, the thrust of his hips grinding his body against my clit and knocking air from my lungs.
He grunts and repeats the action.Fucks me with a wild desperation that soon has me on the edge of ecstasy again.I rake my hands into his thick hair and lock my ankles.I’m consumed by him, I’m on his rough ride to satisfaction.
“Hell, yeah ...fucking ...oh, God...”He closes his eyes tight, little lines shooting to his temples and his neck muscles are taut.
And then he stays buried deep, throbbing, coming, releasing.
I join him and more waves of pleasure crest and pulse in my very core.I shake against him, our skin sweat-damp and our breaths colliding.
He kisses me, his nose banging mine.I hold him tight, not wanting to let go until I can convince him he’s a good brave man who is worthy of love and happiness.
Chapter Nine
Scarlet
I wake in the motel room.The sun is lighting the thin curtains and a bird sings from the roof.I roll over and find the bed empty.Touching it reveals no residual body heat.
“Reaper?”I sit and look at the bathroom.The door is open and it’s empty.
A heaviness balloons in my gut and I rush to the window, pull back the curtain.His bike is gone.I knew it would be.
“Damn you.”I slap my hand on the wall in frustration.“Damn you to hell and back.”I spot a note on the desk, beside the empty pizza boxes.Quickly I grab it.
Knowing you is the sweetest thing that’s ever happened to me, but I’m bad news for you, honey.
Get yourself a cab home.Go live a good life, be happy, forget about me, I’ll just bring trouble an angel like you doesn’t need.
My eyes prickle with tears.How can he have such a low opinion of himself?I see him as brave and loyal and compassionate.He went out of his way to help Consuela, a young woman he didn’t know.That is caring and having a moral compass set due north.I can see that, why can’t he?Not only that, isn’t it up to me to decide who I want to be with?Who I want to love?
I glare at the fifty dollars he’s left for a cab.Not the way I wanted to travel.I’ve become quite fond of the Harley.
