“Because I fucked you? Liked it rough?” I chuckled and found my bearings. I was not shy in the bedroom or inexperienced. I knew what I liked and what I didn’t and life was too damn short for mediocre sex. His mouth hung open and he hadn’t responded. “You have a stupid look on your face. Why did I surprise you?”
“You were bossy.” He ran his hand over the back of his neck and gave me a small grin. It was almost cute. “I mean, youarebossy, but I’m not used to a woman telling me what to do. I’m normally in charge.”
“This is good for your enormously largeego.” I grinned at him and patted his cheek. His startled expression would be etched in my mind. I mean, so would his delicious cock, but for other reasons. “If it helps, I’m surprised too.”
“It better not be about my performance.” He lowered his voice and moved an inch toward me. “I know what I’m good at.”
“Calm down. No.” I shook my head and moved to sit on the back of the bike. I winced. My entire pussy was sore in the best fucking way. I felt like I’d ridden a goddamn horse for four hours. Then I laughed to myself.He kind of is a horse.“I still don’t like you. Even with your magic dick and aggressive skills.”
He bit down on his lower lip with a knowing smirk. “All I heard was magic dick.”
“Such a boy. Now, be a gentleman and take me back, would you? I need to get a jump for my car.”Shit.Reality crashed around the fragile pleasure I had. It would be at least a hundred dollars and I didn’t have that. I could use the credit card, but I would have to see if the restaurant would take me back on part-time.Shit, shit.“Let’s go, Gid.”
“I’m Gid, now?” One lip quirked up.
“What would you prefer? God? King?” His lack of hustle annoyed me. I had places to be. Okay I didn’t. But his sexual abilities did not match his personality. “Sir?”
His entire mouth curved up and he let out a low chuckle. “Yeah. I would answer to sir. I wouldn’t mind putting a gag in your mouth.”
“And it’s time to go.” If there had been a moment, however brief, it was gone. “I’m into wild sex—not gagging.”
“I’ll remember that next time.”
My entire body tensed up.Next time?My inner slut jumped around in a circle, cheering her face off. But my rational personality did not. “What does that mean?”
“Don’t look shocked, Barbie.” He jutted his head to the bike. “Ready to go?”
“How can you switch gears like that?” I scoffed and slipped on the helmet. It was better not to overanalyze his words. He was Gideon Titan. Superficial, narcissistic, rude…yet aggressive and amazing while fucking on a motorcycle. Jade would slap me silly if she knew what I’d done.
But I would do it again.
The loud roar of the engine drowned out all my thoughts and I relaxed into him. The Sonoran Desert was and always would be my home. Justin had known all sorts of random facts about the cacti and plants. My heart clenched.Does Justin know what I do? Does he know about my one-night stands, crazy hookups and inability to express true emotion?
Great.I loved my moments of self-doubt. They tended to hit me after a night of drinking, or after a real sad movie. But after a great bout of getting fucked by an equally emotionally challenged man? I should be high as a kite.
What does this mean?
I didn’t feel any better when we pulled back into the mansion Gideon called home. I hung up the helmet back in the locker, shouldered my bag and walked to my piece-of-shit car. I sensed Gideon following me, but the big guy made no sound. I pulled up the number of a tow service and meant to hit Send but Gideon’s commanding tone stopped me.
“I know a guy who can help.”
“You sound like a mobster.” I leaned against the car and raised my eyebrows at him. “Can thisguytow my car?”
“Yeah. He owes me a favor.” He made no moves, just kept his hands in his pockets of his form-fitting jeans. I should’ve felt self-conscious in my raggedy outfit, but I didn’t care what he thought about me. It was a gift.
“I won’t say no to help. But what do I owe you?” My heart picked up at the double meaning to my words. I knew he heard it, but he didn’t say anything. He shook his head.
“Nothing. Hang tight for a second, I’ll give him a ring.”
And he left me standing there. I heard tones of laughter but couldn’t decipher what he said. My emotional range was the size of a carrot, and this act of genuine kindness didn’t sit well with me. He was an asshole. He didn’t do kind things and this would be considered kind. Unless…
Unless he thinks it’s payment for the fuck.Anger seeped its way into my chest and when he came back with a small smile, I prodded him in his hard pecs. “Tell me you didn’t do this because we fucked.”
“What? No.” He dismissed me with an expression I hadn’t seen on him before. “He’ll be by in an hour with the tow.”
“What’ll it cost me?”
“I told you. He owes me. Won’t cost you a thing.” His gaze assessed me and I fidgeted. I didn’t like how his stare seemed to go through me, somehow. “Come on. I’ll make you some lunch while we wait.”
