“More than you make in a year working here, my man,” Levi tells him. The guy’s expression drops, but then Levi hands him a small, white square. “For a guy I know,” he informs him. “If you find yourself in the market for a job that pays, give him call.”
Damn. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a person light up quite like that guy did as he jogged away. “That was really nice of you,” I tell Levi as I take hold of his shoulders and climb on behind him. “It was pretty hot.”
“You’d better be talking about me,” Levi warns as he pops the kickstand up and aims the bike toward the flow of traffic.
My stomach flutters at the comment. Why am I encouraging him? I shrug in an attempt to play it off, but I know the gesture is lost on him. Once we’re zipping down the roads, it doesn’t matter anymore anyway. I get lost in the feel of the wind on my face, in my hair. The warmth of Levi’s body chasing away the chill. I could live my life on the back of his bike. It’s a special kind of feeling that you just can’t get anywhere else. Freedom. That’s what riding is like. Maybe that’s why Levi prefers it over a traditional car. I can certainly see the appeal.
“You know it’s going to be pretty difficult strapping a car seat onto this thing,” I yell over the roar of the engine.
“What do you think the saddlebags are for?” he calls back.
I can’t even pretend not to find that funny. Throwing my head back, I let loose and laugh. I almost forgot what it was like spending time with this man. He can be so exasperating, and he can also be so exhilarating. He’s the perfect mix of boy and man—knows when to have fun and when to get serious. And I’ve had the pleasure of experiencing both sides of him.
Suddenly, I’m thinking it might be better to keep my options open.
21
I don’t know how I got here, but I’m definitely enjoying myself. It’s gotta be the motorcycle. Chicks dig a man on a Harley. Vista is on her knees, naked as the day she was born, and wetter than a seal swimming in the ocean.
After we arrived back at her place—a shit apartment building that isn’t worth the foundation it’s built on—she tried to give me the brush-off, but being the kind of guy that I am, I ignored her completely and invited myself in.
Okay, so maybe it wasn’t the bike that got me to this point in the evening. I’ll just have to chalk it up to my incredible, irresistibly charming self. Letting me inside—with a considerable amount of hesitation on her part—Vista assumed we would spend more time talking.
I wasn’t interested.
From experience, I’ve learned that women respond better when they’re made pliable first. So, the second she opened her mouth to...I don’t know what. Offer me a nightcap? I didn’t hesitate to swoop in and kiss her.
What was meant as a tactical maneuver quickly escalated into an all-consuming need to be inside her. God, I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed her mouth. And her body. Don’t even get me started on it.
Regardless of all the changes—her tits are fucking fantastic—I still can’t get enough of her. I want my hands everywhere. I want to lick every inch of her body, taste the salt of her skin.
Her apartment is small. Like, I can see all of it in one shot small. So, it was a toss-up of whether I wanted to take her on the couch two feet to the left, or on the bed, two feet to the right. Backing her toward the bed, I had my hand down her pants and my fingers knuckle deep in her pussy before the backs of her legs touched the mattress.
Throwing her head back and exposing that sexy throat to my mouth, she moaned while I sucked and licked and kissed and fingered her until her entire body shook and her muscles milked me with her orgasm.
I had her pants down around her ankles and my mouth was watering to taste her when she called a stop to everything. A shower. She needed a shower before she could be comfortable going any further.
Women.
I couldn’t give a flying fuck if she had stubble on her legs or sweat on her skin. I was planning to dirty her up anyway. But Vista was adamant, so I came up with the bright idea to take playtime to the shower and here we are.
“How you doing down there, princess? Knees hurt at all?”
She looks up at me, her brown eyes full of lust and excitement and smiles as she runs her hands up my thighs. “Never felt better.” Wrapping her hand around my cock, she gives it a gentle pull causing my head to fall back on my shoulders.
“Good. That’s good, princess.” I don’t know if I’m answering her or praising her. All I know is that I sure as hell don’t want her to stop.
“I like it when you call me that,” she murmurs as she takes an experimental lick. The feel of her soft, wet tongue on my head makes me want to scream, it feels so damn good.
“Then I’ll make sure to call you it more often. Princess.”
I hear her soft chuckle over the spray of water beating down on my back. I’m trying my best to block the flow from hitting her in the face by standing in front of it, but I find myself swaying on my feet, the water trickling down my chest. When I look down to make sure she’s still doing okay, her face is covered in droplets from the fine mist still getting by. She looks like a damn siren, her caramel eyes drugged with passion, her lips ruby red and swollen.
“Fuck, you look hot.”
“I could say the same about you.”
The husk in her voice is sexy as hell. My dick twitches in her hand, urging her to continue stroking. “Then say it,” I tell her. “Tell me how much you want me, how bad you want to taste my cock in your mouth.”
“I do,” she says, her voice growing breathless, her chest rising and falling harder as she leans in and sucks the tip between her lips. Just the tip, but I’m already ready to come. How does this woman get me so worked up so fast? She’s single-handedly ruining my run time.
“Then show me.”
She does. Boy, does she. Without any more prompting, Vista’s mouth engulfs me. She takes me all the way to the root. When I hit the back of her throat, I groan. Her mouth is magic. As she takes me deep over and over again, pumping my shaft in time with her mouth, I feel like I could scream from how good it feels. In a matter of minutes, pressure begins to build and I know I’m about to bust.
Then I think of the baby growing inside her. Shit! I can’t let my kid ingest that crap. What kind of father would I be if I let that happen?
Tunneling my fingers into her wet hair, I gently tug Vista back until I am free of her mouth. I’m sad as hell to go, but this isn’t cool.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, concerned as I hold my hand out and help her back to her feet. I notice that her movements are stiff, and I feel like a total asshole all over again. She shouldn’t be on her knees. She’s the mother of my kid and all I’m thinking about is myself.
“Nothing, princess,” I lie. Leaning down, I kiss her mouth, slipping my tongue inside and licking her until she relaxes into me. Drawing back, I brush wet hair from her face and look into her hooded eyes. Damn, she’s beautiful. “Let’s get you washed up. When I take you, I want you in a bed.”
Pouring body wash into my palm, I rub my hands together then smooth them over her skin, starting with her shoulders.
Leaning into my touch, Vista says, “A bed, huh? I thought you had a thing for having sex in the water.”
Working my way down, I cover her breasts, momentarily getting preoccupied with them as the nipples bead against my fingertips. “What makes you think that?”
“Hmm...the pond, the pool, now the shower.”
Thinking about it, I realize that every time we had sex, it took place in the water. Imagine that. “Huh, I guess I must like water sports,” I say, watching as my hand travels lower to the swell of her belly where our baby resides. “I don’t recall you complaining until now, though. Do you have something against mattresses?”