Sex. Who really knows sex? I
mean, we've all had sex, great sex even but when you get down to the
details, how many of us actually see sex for the raw, primal act that
it is?
I thought I knew sex. I've had sex. Heck, I've felt lust. Once, I've even felt love. I thought I knew exactly what sex was.
Until I met Cade.
He's the meaning of sex.
He's a biker.
He's dangerous.
He's powerful.
He's dominant.
He wants me.
My world is about to change, for the better? I don't know. But here's my story, I hope you're ready for it because it's not the beautiful, heart wrenching story most people have to tell. It's passionate, forbidden, morally incorrect and downright, fucking beautiful.
I thought I knew sex. I've had sex. Heck, I've felt lust. Once, I've even felt love. I thought I knew exactly what sex was.
Until I met Cade.
He's the meaning of sex.
He's a biker.
He's dangerous.
He's powerful.
He's dominant.
He wants me.
My world is about to change, for the better? I don't know. But here's my story, I hope you're ready for it because it's not the beautiful, heart wrenching story most people have to tell. It's passionate, forbidden, morally incorrect and downright, fucking beautiful.
“Fuck off, Cade!”
He keeps walking, so
I am forced to start walking backwards. His blue eyes are dancing
with amusement, and he looks extremely powerful as he looms over me.
I pick up my pace, walking backwards with great speed.
“Nice move back
there,” he says, giving me lusty sex eyes that make me want to
place him against the nearest tree and take his cock into my mouth
and suck until he comes hard in my mouth…fuck…I shouldn’t be
thinking like that. Get him out of your head,
Addison.
“She had it
coming.”
He nods, as if
agreeing. “I have no doubt, she has a big mouth.”
“I bet.”
He gives a deep,
throaty laugh. “Sassy little thing, aren’t ya sugar?”
“Stop calling me
sugar, do I look sweet to you?”
He reaches out,
gripping my shoulders and stopping me. He leans in close and murmurs,
“You might not look sweet, but I bet you taste fuckin’ sweet.”
“Seriously?” I
whisper. “You’re hitting on me in the middle of a road?”
“I like to do it
in style,” he says, staring at my lips.
“Are you always
this full on when you want to get your dick wet?”
He grins, slow and
sexy. “Sugar, if I wanted my dick wet, I could get it wet anywhere,
with anyone. I don’t want my dick wet. I want it fuckin’
drenched, drippin’ and surrounded in you.”
I swallow, feeling
my cheeks flush. “You’ll have to do a little better than dirty
lines on a road, if you want anywhere near me.”
He reaches out,
running his thumb across my lower lip. “But you already want me, I
can see it, I can smell it.”
Smell it? Is he
serious?
“I think what you
can smell,” I say, taking a step back. “Is the last whore you
drenched yourself in.”
He lashes out,
gripping my shoulder again and stopping me from moving back. “Keep
speakin’ baby, it only makes me want you more.”
I peel his fingers
from my shoulders. “If you don’t mind, I really have some things
to do.”
“Like?”
I scowl at him.
“That’s none of your business.”
“I’m makin’ it
my business, what you doin’?”
I raise my brows.
“I’m going into town, alone.”
“No you’re not,
I’m takin’ you.”
“Um, no you’re
not.”
“Um, yeah, sugar,
I am.”
I cross my arms and
he does the same, staring down at me with a determined expression.
“No. You’re.
Not.”
He leans closer.
“Yes. I. Am.”
“Seriously!” I
cry, throwing my hands up. “You’re impossible.”
He grins, pleased
with himself. “I know, now, let me go and get my bike and I’ll be
back in ten.”
“Oh hell no, I’m
not getting on a death trap.”
He chuckles. “How
were you plannin’ on gettin’ in there?”
I roll my eyes.
“Walking, duh.”
He bursts out
laughing. “Did you not pay attention when you were comin’ in?
Closest town is at least thirty miles.”
Dammit.
“Well, I’ll
borrow Jackson’s car.”
“Jackson don’t
have a car, sugar.”
Fuck.
I throw my hands up,
and in an exasperated tone I snap, “Fine, you win!”
He grins, spinning around and sauntering back towards the compound. “See you in ten, sugar.”
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