“Nah, but you’re hers. And her dog needs potty time. Off you go.” I wave him away. “Have him back in just a couple minutes, otherwise she might panic.”
Nora
Adventure
“I can’t… No…” I brutalize my pinky nail and shake my head. “Absolutely not.”
“Yes.” He looks at me. Then at the death trap. “You’ll be fine. Just get on.”
“I’m not getting on a fucking motorcycle with you, Tucker! You’ve lost your damn mind.”
“You will get on the motorcycle with me, because I damn well said so.” Smiling, playful, he circles the bike and stalks toward me. He’s the hunter, and I’m his prey. “Ride me, baby.”
“Pig. And I said no.”
“I said yes. If you sit a certain way, cuddle up close and tilt your hips exactly right, the vibrations will tickle your clit. It’s like foreplay, and I don’t even have to do anything.”
“You sound like you have experience,” I growl. “Your bragging doesn’t impress me, Tucker.” I skip away with a squeal when he dives forward. “I’m not getting on the fucking motorbike! It looks like you got it out of the trash.”
“I did.” Laughing, stalking, he keeps following, and Galileo simply watches us with a tilted head. “I got it out of the trash, I took it to the garage, and I did it up. There ain’t a safer bike in this town.”
“It’s a small town,” I argue. “Your argument holds no weight.”
“I am about to pick you the fuck up and put you on the bike, woman. Stop screwing around, get on, and let’s go.”
“I’ll walk.” I turn away and start toward the road. “I’ll meet you there.”
I don’t hear him run, but I sure as hell should have expected it.
Strong arms wrap around my stomach and yank me off my feet while my scream rings out over the parking lot. Hot, panting breath hits my neck as he slams his lips to the sensitive skin and my scream turns to a moan. “You’re gonna get on this fucking bike, Nora. You’re gonna trust me to keep you safe. And later, when your clit is primed and vibrating, I’m gonna touch it with my tongue and show you how to come like you might die if you don’t.”
“Tucker,” I groan. “You need to stop talking like that.”
He only carries me toward the bike. “Turns you on, huh? Are you already wet for me?”
“No.” Yes. “Absolutely not.”
“So if I dig my hand into your panties right now, I’m not gonna be able to glide my fingers in using your own lube?”
“No.” Yes. I hate that my voice is breathy. “If you put your hand in my pants right now, I’ll snap your arm off and shove it up your ass.”
“Kinky.” He sets me on my feet by the bike. “I mean, I can’t say I’ve ever done something like that before, but for you, I’m all about new experiences. We could discuss it.”
“You’re filthy.” As soon as he releases me, I try to sprint away, only to scream and laugh when he scoops me back up. “Let me go!”
“Get on my bike, Nora. Put my helmet on, cuddle me, and trust me to keep you safe.”
“But then you won’t have a helmet,” I whimper. “I don’t want you get hurt.”
“I won’t get hurt.” He sets me back on my feet, but holds my hand so tight that it almost hurts. He swings a leg over his bike, climbs on, then yanks me forward until I crash against his chest with a squeak. “Climb on, beautiful. Live a little.”
“And die when a truck slams into us? No thanks.”
“You can die in cars too,” he shoots back with none of the pain I feel in my heart when I realize what I made him say. “We could die standing right here, if a car were to jump the curb and take us out. We could die at breakfast because you didn’t chew your grape properly, and you choke. You could die when we fuck because my orgasm is so powerful, it just tears you to shreds.”
I firm my lips, but laughter bubbles up and escapes anyway. “And you said you wouldn’t brag.”
“Oh, that’s not bragging,” he jests. “That’s cold, hard fact. Sometimes, shit goes wrong, and my monster cock just can’t be held liable. It’s the risk you take when you take my pants off.”
“So disgusting.”
He chuckles. “Climb on.” And then he turns serious. “Please? I promise to keep you safe.”
“When was the last time you crashed?” My heart hammers at a