Heat rips his lips away from mine, yanks his sunglasses off, and stares deep in my eyes. “You’re done here. You’re getting your ass on the back of my bike and going to the clubhouse. Now woman. Or I’ll spank your ass right here and now. Your choice.”
My heart flutters and my throat tightens. I want to argue with him, but I can’t. Words are lost to me. I want him to kiss me again. I want to know that he felt what I felt.
Maybe I imagined it all completely, and it’s all in my head.
“Get on the bike, Trouble.”
“Stop calling me that,” I snap, coming out of my stupor.
Heat’s eyes go over my head and narrow. I glance back to see Rashon on the phone. I can only imagine who he’s on the phone with. It doesn’t really matter to me.
“Time to go, Trouble,” Heat says, my gaze going back to his in time for him to lift me and put me on the back of his bike. I don’t hold back my gasp as he does this.
Before I can hop back off, he swings a leg over in front of me and straddles the bike. His ass planted to the seat, hands coming back to scoot me forward until I’m planted flush against him. He grabs my wrists and pulls them around him.
“Hold tight, Kenna, and keep your legs away from the pipes. Don’t want you burning your sexy ass legs,” he states, patting the outside of my thigh.
I want to tell him to fuck off and get off the bike, only I like the feel of being pressed up against him.
“What about my car?” I ask as he starts his bike and twists the throttle.
“I’ll deal with it later,” he calls loud enough for me to hear over the thundering rumble of his bike.
I squeeze tighter. Heat backs his bike up and takes off like a shot out of the parking lot. It’s a good thing my purse is a cross-body because he didn’t even seem to worry about it.
Holding on to Heat, it takes me a minute to start to enjoy the ride, but when I do, I find myself in heaven. It’s wonderful, and I don’t want the ride to end. Ever.
I love having the sun beaming down on me. The wind whipping around me like a lover’s caress. Ironically, this isn’t something I’ve experienced before.
Some would think it hilarious and a complete joke if they knew the truth about me. I wasn’t your typical stripper. I was a virgin stripper who knew how to dance and turn a man on, but I’d never felt a man between my legs. Never experienced a man’s cock inside me.
Holding onto Heat, I wish I could feel him do those things to me and so much more. I have a very vivid imagination and wish I could experience these things at his touch. My body must agree with my mind, considering the shiver that rushes along my spine and the way my panties seem to wetten. Even my clit pulsates with the need to be touched.
Just because I’d never felt a man inside me, doesn’t mean I don’t know how to relieve myself when I have to. Which is something I’m going to need to do as soon as I get back to the house and away from Heat. As much as I wish to be able to lie beneath him, or over him, it didn’t matter, I couldn’t. He was going to have to be my fantasy lover while I play with my favorite toy.
I’m a virgin who took her own virginity if that makes any sense. I broke the seal with a toy because a bullet just wasn’t enough for me. At this point, not even my trusty vibrator was much help. Half the time, I’m left more frustrated than anything.
Closing my eyes, I press myself tighter against Heat’s back, and images of the two of us tangled together between a set of sheets fill my mind. The vibration of the bike between my thighs hits me in all the right places, and I have to bite back my moan. I squeeze my thighs tighter, pressing them into his, earning a hand coming down on my outer thigh where Heat rubs his thumb.
Oh my.
That’s not a good thing for me. It spurs my thoughts further.
Heat slows and takes a turn without taking his hand away from my thigh. The feel of him touching me is amazing, and it shouldn’t be. I shouldn’t be thinking of his hands on me. Better yet, I shouldn’t be having thoughts of him doing anything with his hands or other parts of him with me.
The rest of the way, Heat keeps his hand in place, and it does nothing to help in any way. I need him to remove his hand, but I don’t tell him to, nor do I remove it for him.
With the kiss we shared, it’s really screwing with my head. Mostly, it was the way it made me feel. Granted, it was the absolute best kiss I could have ever experienced. What has me conflicted is the way it felt like two halves of a soul snappedin place. I didn’t think it was possible. Hel had told me stories growing up about it.
For a woman who was known as the Goddess of Death in Norse Mythology, she was definitely something else. She could be loving. Compassionate. Though I knew those feelings were meant for those she cared for like her sons and me. If you were to get on her bad side, she’d curse you and make sure you suffered the most horrific death you could ever imagine.
I, for one, didn’t want to ever witness her in action. To me, Hel has and always will be seen in my eyes as the woman who raised me after my parents’ passing. She’s was as much a mother to me as my own. I hate that I lost my parents at such a young age, but I don’t regret growing up with Hel teaching me everything I needed to know.
One thing she always taught me was to be smart while encouraging me to do what I wanted. For this, I’ve learned always to follow my heart.
Only right now, my heart, my brain, and my body are at war with each other. I’ve never been in a situation where that’s happened. Meaning, it has me freaking way the hell out.
Heat slows and takes yet another turn, this time down a gravel road. After a few moments, he comes up to a gate that opens instantly for him and the others.
