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JENSEN

I’ve replayed yesterday over and over in my mind. “I’m Daddy’s little whore.” Jesus, who knew those words could get a man so hard and force him to battle with what’s right and wrong?

What he wants and struggles with admitting to wanting.

I rub at the same spot on my custom black MTT 420RR Turbine Superbike. A gift from Azrael, one I treasure.

It’s a jet-powered motorcycle recognized as the world’s fastest, boasting a top speed over 273 mph, and it’s stunning. He even went as far as to have gold lettering engraved into the tank with the word Nightmare after overhearing my conversation with Immie one day. The man came to realize the late-night phone calls at the same time every year were to someone who meant a lot to me. Something he and his brother Czar helped to conceal more than once to protect my family and, ultimately, me.

The day I rescued Immie, Azrael put his life on the line for me, and for that, he and Czar have my loyalty in this life and the next.

“You’ll rub away the paintwork.”

I still at her soft, sultry voice and remain kneeling on the floor. The fact that I haven’t turned to face her is something new, but I can’t right now. Not when images of her perfect, glowing ass cheeks are playing on repeat in my mind like a damn porno.

She taps her finger on my bike handle. “You always said you’d give me a ride on this.” I’d like to give her a ride on something.

Jesus, I’m fucked up. I slam my eyes closed and will my cock not to throb. When I open them, she’s trailing the tip of her finger along the edge of the fuel tank.

She wears little denim shorts, far too small for her, and I swear I can make out a red mark below her ass cheek peeking out the bottom.

Thankfully, she wears an oversized T-shirt, one of mine, judging by the way it swallows her, but I’d appreciate her not tucking it into her shorts so it would cover more of her.

I clear my throat. “I told you I would as soon as you were old enough.” The words come out husky when I don’t mean them to.

“I’m old enough now. I’m old enough for a lot of things.”

Damn fucking right, she’s old enough for a lot of things.

“You sayin’ you want a ride?”

She spins to face me, and her cheeks flush.

Shit, does she think I mean…

I tilt my head toward the bike. “On the bike.”

Her lip quirks as her finger lingers over the inscription. “On the Nightmare.”

A deep chuckle leaves me. “Yeah, baby. On the Nightmare.”

Excitement flashes in her eyes, and she struggles to conceal the smile tugging at her lips. “I’m down.”

Adrenaline zips up my spine at the prospect of what’s to come.

“I’m about to take you on the ride of your life, Little Nightmare.” I wink, and her flush deepens.

I just hope I can control myself.

IMMIE

As we race through the streets at lightning speed, I cling to his solid body, squealing. His muscles contract beneath my touch, and his grip on my thigh tightens. I hope he leaves bruises, his marks; I hope to wear them for a lifetime. I’ve never felt so free before, so alive, and as my hair blows wildly in the breeze, I tilt my head back and scream.

His chest rumbles with his laugh, but it’s lost in the wind, and I relish this moment.

The woodsy fresh scent of his cologne and the oil marks—masked by his black T-shirt, but I can smell them anyway—blended together, is pure masculinity personified, and coupled with the vibration of the bikes engine, it causes my pussy to clench. I tighten my thighs around him like a vise, never wanting to leave his firm embrace.

We turn toward one of New Jersey’s secluded beaches off the beaten path and away from civilization, and happiness swells inside me. He brought me here once when I was younger, not long after he rescued me. We watched the sun go down after spending the day searching for starfish we never found.