Sentenced

“Because,” Joh

The image of him pressed against Stephanie infiltrated my thoughts. “Oh, so I’m some miserable wretch who can’t get any while you’re a playboy that has women lined up for your bed? You are an asshole. You don’t need to do me any favors.”

I turned to walk back into the bar when Joh

“Maybe I do hate you,” I said, my voice a little softer than it had been before.

He snorted. “You hate me not being inside you, and I hate not being inside you, too. So let’s cut the shit.”

“What about Stephanie?” I couldn’t let it go, but he was making my resolve waiver. Or maybe it was my lady bits doing that. Damn them again.

He ran his hand through his hair. “I came here tonight to get laid, absolutely. But only because I can’t get you out of my head.”

Silence stretched between us like the aftermath of a bomb that had just gone off. His statement took all of the wind out of my sails, or in this case, the bitch out of the woman. I thought back to him lying in my bed, my head resting on his hard chest and his arms wrapped around me.

“Bex,” Joh

That wasn’t at all what I thought he was going to say. “No, I came with Beau.”

He nodded to the motorcycle at the curb and my throat dried out. Of course, he would have a motorcycle, and a sweet one at that. “That’s mine, but I can’t drive. I’ve had too much to drink.”

Before I could stop my mouth from opening, I heard myself saying, “I can drive it.”

His eyebrows lifted. “You can?”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “What, you think a chick can’t drive a motorcycle? I used to have one, but I sold it to get my guitar a few years ago.”

He looked at his bike and then back to me. “That’s hot.”

“What is?”

“That you can drive a motorcycle. I can’t wait to see you on it.”

“What makes you think I’m getting on it?”

“Because we’re going back to your place. So tell Beau and Natalie you’re leaving.”

The urge to tell him where to shove his demands rose up in my chest, but I tapered it down because I wanted nothing more than to get naked and sweaty with him tonight. It was exactly what I needed.

I took the helmet off and shook my head, knowing my hair was probably matted. The thirty-minute drive to my apartment had done nothing to calm down my raging libido. It didn’t help that Joh

Joh

My eyes widened at his honesty. Looking around, I didn’t see anyone outside. “You want to do what, Joh

His hand unbuttoned my jeans before I could even register what he was doing, and he slid his hand inside my pants. “Ahh . . . yeah . . .” He slid a finger inside of me, brushing his thumb over my sensitive nub. “Just what I knew I’d find. Soaking fucking wet for me, Bex. You want me just as bad as I want you.”

Two could play at this game. I unbuttoned his pants and slid my hand inside, my fingers finding the soft steel of his erection. He hissed as I stroked him, both of us looking each other in the eyes. He leaned me carefully against the bike as he added another finger, making me throw my head back.

“You like that, don’t you, baby,” he said into my ear. I tensed, that damn word ‘baby’ threatening to take me out of the oblivion I was in. But when he added another finger and took my mouth with his, I forgot how to think at all.

I pumped him faster, wanting nothing more than to bend over his bike and let him fuck me right here, right now. Neighbors be damned. Joh

“I want to bend you over that bike and pull your pants down,” Joh

I nodded, trying to get words to form. He removed his fingers and sucked them one by one into his mouth as I continued to jerk him with my hand. “Take me inside your place, Bex.” His voice was low, serious.

He didn’t even bother buttoning his pants back up as we hurried to the second floor. I swung open the door, and he slammed it closed behind him. He grabbed me and ripped my shirt off and then my bra, wasting no time in getting right to what he wanted. That was okay because I wanted it just as bad. Thank God Natalie and Beau were still at the bar.

I shoved my pants down my hips and kicked them off while he did the same. Then he did that guy thing where he grabbed his shirt and pulled it from the back and over his head. I had to stop for just a second and take in just what a beautiful specimen of a man he was. Broad, sculpted shoulders led to amazing biceps and forearms. His chest was impeccable, as was his eight pack abs that led down to a vee of muscle that I’d run my tongue down the last time we’d been together. This time, I wanted to study his tattoos some more. He had them across his chest and arms and one just below his belly button. As he shoved his boxer briefs off, my eyes fixated on the large girth of him.

“You go

“Like you don’t check me out,” I said, lifting my breasts in my hands. His eyes widened as I let go and trailed my hands down further.

“Mine,” he said, stepping up and grabbing my hands before they got to their target. He lifted me and carried me to my room. I had no idea how he knew which room was the bedroom, but he found it quickly.

He laid me down on the bed and nudged my legs apart. “I’m going to bury myself in this sweet pussy, Bex. What was our record last time? Seven?”

He didn’t have to ask me what he was talking about. “Yup.”

Joh

My eyes widened, and my legs quivered as he took his tongue and stroked me inside and out. “Ten?”

“Can you handle it? I think you can.”

My eyes rolled back in my head as he lifted my hips and dove in, his scruff scraping against my thighs as his tongue and fingers worked together to send me over the edge in record time.

“Joh

He lifted his head and rolled over, pulling me with him, so I was straddling his waist. “What do you want, Bex? Tell me, baby.”