Page 10 of Could Be Worse

“Maybe.” He snorted. “Or it’s both.”

“Maybe.” I bit his bottom lip as I took him all the way in. “Oh, wow,” I said, holding him captive between my teeth.

“Fuck, you feel so good and tight around me.” He cupped my breast in one hand and my ass cheek in the other, then squeezed both. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman.”

My heart seized. Was he opening up to me? Getting personal? Selfishly, I prayed he’d stop, so I didn’t like him more than I already did.

“Never been with someone like you.” His mouth returned to my neck. “Sort of hate to let you go.”

I was about to say the same when he said…

“But it’s for the best. I’m not in a good place to start anything with anyone.”

I wholeheartedly agreed and was in the same place, but hearing it made me a little sad. “Stop talking.” I took control of our fucking and went to town riding him. “Let’s just enjoy each other.”

“Yeah, forgive my stupid rambling.”

I’d already forgotten, but it wasn’t stupid. In fact, I found his rambling vulnerable and endearing. But I didn’t want to fall for him. We were giving each other what we needed at the moment, then it would end. I’d go home and figure out how to move on with my life after New York. And he’d do whatever he did.

He raised my shirt and tugged my bra down. His mouth was on my nipple, and he sucked me so hard, I felt the pull in my pussy. It was exactly what I needed to get back to fucking like the desperate ballerina I was.

I held on to his neck as I bounced my way to orgasmic bliss. Each time I went down, he went deeper inside me. Remarkably, neither of us came as fast as I’d expected. I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad.

I tossed my head back, arching my chest into his mouth and closing in on my release. His body felt wonderfully strong, and his natural scent made goose bumps sprout on my arms. I almost thought I smelled wood.

He wasn’t ridiculously muscly like the guys in the Knight’s Legion MC. Every one of the members worked out hard core in Uncle Boxer’s gym. He and Uncle Ire still hit the weights, and they were almost fifty.

The Knights weren’t like most bikers. They were an anomaly unto their own—handsome, loyal, brutal when needed, and members of the most powerful club in the Upper Midwest. The younger dudes, the legacies as Uncle Storm called the next generation, were even more badass than the OGs. Of course, I’d never admit as much.

“Faster,” I cried. “I’m so close.”

“Take it, Sunshine. Chase your climax, and I’ll follow.”

Damn him. I didn’t want him to be nice about it. Whatever. I could be selfish.

Then the fireworks lit up the night sky. I froze with him deep inside me and squeezed around him with all my might. The stress and anger inside me were about to rush out.

“Christ, you might snap me in two. Don’t stop.”

As if I could. I was at the point of no return. A moan ripped from my lips as a massive, earth-shattering orgasm crashed through me, making my body violently shake as I detonated into euphoric bliss and drenched him in my cream.

“Oh, fuck! I’m coming, Sunshine.” He bucked his hips rapidly, working his cock in and out of me. I loved how with each firm thrust, he slammed me against the steering wheel. The forceful impact thrilled me. I liked it rough, like he owned and controlled me.

When his release finally hit, he seized like a concrete pillar and held me firmly in his embrace. He grunted and muttered against my neck, but I couldn’t make out what he was saying while still floating from my ecstasy.

Admittedly, the ending was lackluster. I would’ve liked to experience him filling me with his cum and the warmth of it dripping down my thighs, and postcoital cuddling. But this was only a hookup and not a romantic relationship. I needed to keep my emotions out of it.

“Fuck, you’re amazing. The greatest sex I’ve had in a long time.”

Should I be honored? If it had been a long time, he probably didn’t remember what mind-blowing sex felt like.

“This was the best and only stranger sex I’ve ever had.” I stroked his ego a bit and wilted against his broad chest. There was no doubt in my mind that he could hold his own under the sheets.

“My day had been horrible, one of many over the last couple of years. Meeting you made it better.”

I kissed his cheek. “Same. I’ve been dreading something, but now I think I can handle anything.”

“Stranger sex for the win.”