“I have one man. And bitch is also reserved for old men. We don’t discriminate.” He winks and lifts a leg over the motorcycle, looking hotter than ever with the huge machine between his legs as he pats the seat behind him and flips his visor down. “So, come on up, Doc, and make sure you hold on to me real tight.”
Maybe Mac’s right and fucking him will get him out of my system…I’m in denial because I know that won’t happen but, for now, I really want him. Maybe it’s the lack of sleep and the whole avoidance game I’ve been playing all day, but I’ll figure out my feelings in the morning.
Resting one hand on his shoulder, I lift a leg and seat myself behind him, allowing myself the freedom to slide my hand down from his shoulder so that it’s around his waist.
“I know you don’t carry a gun, which makes that rock digging into my ass very fucking impressive.” His voice vibrates through the speaker against my ear and I don’t hate it.
Any response I have is immediately silenced because we’re moving, and I jerk backward a little before tightening my grip around his waist. The thrumming of the motorcycle between my legs is nothing compared to the body between them. Having Grinder between my thighs like this makes me want to throw away all of my morals and be the person I used to be. The one without a care in the world and willing to bed any man who showed me a lick of the attention I was craving.
Highway 17 at the early hours of the morning is pretty empty and I would go so far as to say I’m enjoying myself. There’s something freeing about being on the road without the metalconfines of my small car. Although, not freeing enough to make this a regular thing.
“Don’t let go.” Grinder’s voice comes through the speaker like a seduction and my dick twitches at the mere suggestion of never letting him go.
Again, my response is swallowed when Grinder twists the throttle and hits speeds my Honda has never seen. My grip tightens, my jaw clenches, and I can’t help holding my breath as I concentrate on not falling off.
I may have a helmet on, but the rest of me is not prepared for this. Unlike Grinder with his full leathers on, hugging his body in all the right places. Taking an exit off the highway, he slows down a little, which is surprising. I had braced myself for the turn.
Eventually, the ocean comes into view and we slow down, and eventually stop on the pier. The tide is in, lapping at the pillars, and as Grinder turns the motorcycle off there’s a sense of loss that I can’t describe. With an envious flexibility, he lifts his leg up and over the motorcycle, now standing beside it and removing his helmet.
The visor covering my eyes does nothing to stop the piercing heat penetrating through Grinder’s gaze as he takes me in.
“You sitting on my motorcycle is one of the hottest things I’ve ever fucking seen. Don’t you dare move.” Putting his helmet on the ground beside him, he steps toward me and brings his hands up under my chin. His fingers brush against my skin as he unclips my helmet and a warm tingle travels down the length of my body from the slight contact.
Agonizingly slowly, he tugs the helmet up and off my head until I can finally breathe. Or can I? He places that one down beside his and walks a few feet away toward what looks like a memorial bench with a bunch of flowers propped up against the back of the seat.
“What are you doing?” I finally find my senses and climb from the motorcycle, my frown firmly in place as I watch him pick up the flowers and something sitting beneath them.
“My usual techniques weren’t working, so I’m trying a new approach. Flowers and chocolates.” Grinning, he holds them out for me to take before sharply pulling them back into himself and tilting his head. “Although, I did instruct you not to move so maybe I should withhold your gifts until you can be a good boy and follow my rules.”
Ignoring the way his voice wraps around me like a silk scarf, I place a hand on my hip.
“You can’t just steal things from a memorial bench.” I lift my chin, my barriers rebuilding because I’m remembering what a bad idea this is.
“I can, but I wouldn’t, and didn’t.” He steps closer to me, our chests a hair's breath away from each other. “Now, if you’re not gonna get back on Tallulah, I have other plans.” The flowers drop to the ground as he reaches up and grabs the back of my neck, pulling my lips onto his, and oh fuck.
His firm grip on my head, the feel of his chest pressed against me, his dick, and now his tongue is stroking mine like an expert. Kissing Grinder is intoxicating and makes quick work of smashing any and all of my barriers to pieces.
For a few moments, I’m too shocked to do anything other than stand there with my hands by my sides as he takes from me. The thing is, I’m only too happy to give him everything I have and my arms move of their own volition, wrapping around him to keep him close.
One of his hands finds its way to my ass and he squeezes while he moans into my mouth at the same time. His tongue dances with mine, stroking, tasting, until he finally pulls away, but he doesn’t stop kissing me. His lips make their way from my mouth,across to my jaw, and down to my neck where he bites down with a groan to rival all groans. My dick twitches again in response…
Who am I kidding? It’s rock hard, ready and eager to please its new master.
Shit.
That can’t happen.
With every ounce of restraint I have ever owned, I pull away.
“We can’t do this, Grinder.”
There’s a pained look in his eyes as he takes a deep breath and purses his lips.
“Give me one good reason, Doc. Because as far as I can tell, we absolutely can do this.” The hand on my ass is gone, but he still has a grip on me at the back of my neck, making it extremely difficult to concentrate and remember why this is a bad idea.
Staring into his stunning deep-blue eyes I look from one to the other and find nothing but honesty shining right back at me.
I clear my throat.