I haven’t had my car for a while. My old man took the keys away from me after my last speeding ticket. Not to mention, all my girls were in the car. Did I mention we were on our way to being drunk?
We were all charged with a Minor in Consumption charge. Then later punished with hours of Community Service. That was the easy part. The hard part was all the drunk drivers my father made me listen to. Hearing their horrifying stories, firsthand, sobered me up quick.
This prospect is a new rush I want to experience. My new secret toy to play with that my old man, or my brother Snake, can never find out about. With that in mind, I walk out front and look through the bikes. Until I spot one I have never seen before.
Crossing my feet and arms, I rest my ass against the seat. I settle in and wait for my bait. It doesn’t take long for him to come out alone. Perfect. The smug bastard strides out with a cocky swagger and a new prospect cut. My gaze eats up his every move. Every flex of his lean muscles.
His steps falter when he notices me leaning against his bike. I see the war raging behind those intense eyes. My heart jumps in my chest. The prospect’s head slightly tilts to the side. He hasn’t decided what reaction he should have. Me, I smirk back. Pick me and lust over your anger. His pride holds him back like he has something to prove. The only thing he needs to prove is he’s a man worth the consequences of the next high in life that we will chase down together.
I decide to help him move this along. I never lose, and I’m not starting today. Swinging one leg over, I rest my booted feet on the pegs. To taunt him further, I spread my legs wide. “Take me for a ride.” I’m not asking, I’m coaxing him to what it will be. Give me the adrenaline and make me come alive. Come and play on the wild side. Use me, like I want to use you.
His eyebrows raise, and the greed for my flesh wins. Eagerly, I anticipate his response. I’ve won when his strong legs and frame relax before coming to me. Another two long strides and he’s standing right in front of me. “What’s your name?” His lip tucks in between his teeth before rolling the plump flesh out.
I’m not sure if the Prez has relayed to him the rules, or who everyone is yet. So, I go with my nickname. “Alex. Yours?” I raise a brow back at him. Greedily, I devour his trim body up close. Short, light brown hair, and tan skin my fingers are begging to touch every inch of. Damn the consequences.
“It’s Derrick.” His eyes rake all over my body, soaking in the view. His perusal stops, and his focus is glued to my tits. Due to the Hispanic genes from my father’s side, I have a big rack. Occasionally, or when I can, I use it to my advantage when the need arises. The girls work on most guys, not the local cops, though because of my family.
“Watcha waiting for? The fun is on the road.” I scoot back farther, and he slides on, chuckling. Moving in close, I rasp in his ear as my arms wrap around his waist, holding on tight, “Take me on a ride, let’s make it a night we won’t forget.” Promises I will deliver on.
Derrick turns over his bike, and we hit the road, finding bars I never knew existed in Sacramento. Half-drunk on lust and alcohol, I lost my virginity to him in a crowded bathroom bar somewhere downtown. It hurt like hell, but I was drunk, and he took me from behind.
I snap out of it when his grip spins me around, and I come face-to-face with a pissed off biker, my husband. Smashing my lips into his, I try my damndest to hold on to those old feelings. Putting all I got into this kiss, I bite his lip and hold on to his face before I wrap my tongue around his. Swallowing my pride, I expose it all, the need and desire to have him.
I don’t want to hear him complain, not tonight. We need to be the carefree people we once were. It seems all we do now is fight. A crater of doubt has separated us after years of marriage. Using his rage to fuel the passion I miss, I tug on his cut, hard. His fingers dig into my ass, and I moan into his mouth.
His teeth dig into my bottom lip before he rips them away from me. The excitement sparks and our desire has been found. His cock starts to harden between us. My hand runs over his jeans and I squeeze. “I want you,” I rasp into the dark. “Fuck me dirty and hard, Derrick.”
He quickly bends over, wrapping his arms around my thighs. Easily he stands, hauling me over his shoulder. Drunk, and upside down, I spill my beer before I lose my grip entirely. The cup is lost, and liquid paints the concrete. Hawk carries me away into the darkness over to the trucks and bikes. He pops open the door of his truck and tosses me onto the backseat. Within seconds, my shorts are off, and Hawk’s face dives into my pussy. He licks me like a starving man. Every part of my body is begging for more. More love and passion. My hips grind, chasing the dream. Every stroke of his tongue charges my body, making me arch my back.
The vibration of his moan sends me over the edge. The muscles tighten, and I lose my breath when my orgasm hits. Hawk patiently caresses me with his fingers until
