Gabriel - Jessie Cooke Page 0,2
sign outside said it was called “Ace’s Place,” and Kasey had been drawn to it not only for its anonymity, but also for the line of Harley Davidsons that wrapped around the small building. Something about the bikers she saw riding through the city on occasion, dressed in their white t-shirts and leather vests, gave her a little thrill that settled down deep in her core. That night she’d worn jeans and boots and a blouse with wide sleeves and a modest neckline. She didn’t want to stand out, but even so, she had turned a lot of heads almost as soon as she walked through the door. It was only when the one they called “Blackheart” took notice of her that she seemed to disappear like a puff of smoke in everyone else’s eyes.
The sexy man pulled his face up at last and with his hot mouth seared into her equally hot skin, he slithered up her body and settled his lips on her own. He’d already coaxed two orgasms from her and her body still shook all over when she tasted herself on his lips. He spent some time kissing her from her lips to her ears and across her neck and letting his hands caress her breasts and then slide down underneath her and grasp one of her cheeks against his rough palm. His kisses and touches turned her blood into liquid heat, but it was when he whispered in her ear that her entire body convulsed.
“Je vais t’emmener au paradis maintenant, mon cherie.” If Kasey remembered her three years of high school French correctly, he was about to take her to heaven. The funny thing was, she felt like he already had.
Kasey watched in awe as Blackheart sat up and sheathed his thick cock with a condom he seemed to have produced from nowhere, and then she held her breath as he straddled her hips. With a cocky grin he entered her slowly and she only had half of him when she realized he hadn’t overstated the case...the feeling of him inside of her was the closest thing to heaven that she’d ever felt, and probably ever would. When he began moving in and out of her, she dug her fingernails into his shoulders and when the third orgasm of the night slammed into her, she let out a scream that she was sure everyone in the bar downstairs had heard. She didn’t shudder at the idea of a walk of shame, though; it would be a small price to pay for the night that he had given her. By the time Blackheart was finished, there wasn’t an inch of her body untouched or unsatisfied, and when he finally had his own climax, he’d practically roared before lying down beside her and holding her tightly until she stopped shaking. It was in those few minutes that she let herself begin to believe maybe he didn’t have to be only a one-night stand. But that thought was fleeting, because as quickly as he’d become tender and sweet, he’d extricated himself from her arms, sat up with his tattooed back to her, and let out a curse.
“Fuck.” The curse was whispered and then he was silent again and Kasey wasn’t sure if she should ask what was wrong or pretend she hadn’t heard him. She saw his shoulders rise and fall with a deep breath before he looked over his shoulder at her at last, jet-black hair hanging across one of those beautiful eyes, and said, “You’re on the pill, mon petit?”
Kasey had the same doctor since the day she was born, and that doctor was her father’s best friend. Once she started at LSU she’d considered going to the student center and getting put on the pill but since she still lived at home, the fear of her mother discovering them in her room or her purse terrified her. She’d stood up to her parents about school and her career...but she’d not even considered standing up to them about her sexual awakening. They firmly believed their beautiful daughter was a virgin, and she was completely content to let them believe she was waiting for that church wedding and the ridiculously expensive white dress. Her mouth went dry now as Blackheart waited for her response, and her own eyes sought out the torn condom between his fingers before she finally forced a smile and said:
“Of course.” The big man smiled at her, tossed the ripped condom in the