Page 6 of Tempt Me

Her eyelids are drooping and I know it’s just a matter of time before she crashes and falls asleep. I slowly pull out of her body once my release is done and I climb over her body. Zoey watches me through the slits of her eyes as I reach forward and pull her body up in my arms. I carry her to the bathroom attached to her bedroom and take her to the toilet before setting her down. Giving her some semblance of privacy, I start the water in the shower. She needs to get cleaned up after having sex for the first time and I’m going to give her another of my firsts. Even if she doesn’t realize that this isn’t something I do. I fuck and kick the girl out of my bed and room. Or leave wherever we’ve fucked around without a backward glance.

Zoey takes care of business before making her way over to the shower. She steps inside with my help as I make my way to the toilet to take care of my business before joining her in the shower. I slowly and carefully wash her hair before rinsing it out and then putting in the conditioner. Without rinsing that out, I grab her loofah and squirt a generous portion of her body wash onto the thing. Once I have it full of suds, I start to wash her body. Zoey watches me without once attempting to cover her body. She lets me run my hands over her skin and stare at her without flinching. By the time I’m done washing her, my cock is hard once again. Zoey ignores it as she takes the loofah from me once I’ve rinsed the conditioner and soap from her. She returns the favor and washes my hair and then body. Her hands move with sure strokes as she takes her time exploring my body. It’s honestly the sexiest thing I’ve ever had done to me.

By the time we’re out of the shower again, I’m ready to pin Zoey against the wall and fuck her senseless. That’s not going to happen because she’s going to be sore and I’m not going to make it worse. So, I dry her off before drying myself off. She leads me back into the bedroom and I help her into her bed before sliding in next to her and pulling the covers up over our bodies. Pulling Zoey into my arms, I hold her close as she lays her head on my chest and lets sleep claim her.

I don’t know how long I lay in the dark with Zoey in my arms. After a while, I carefully maneuver myself out from under her body and slide out of bed without waking her up. Leaning over her body, I press a kiss to the corner of her mouth before whispering that I love her. Without looking back, I grab my clothes, boots, and cut before exiting her room and closing the door behind me. It’s taking everything in me not to head right back to bed with her and stay here instead of heading to the clubhouse where I belong. It’s too bad I don’t see the tear sliding down Zoey’s face or her eyes open when I close the door of her bedroom behind me. Once again I’m hurting her and I don’t even realize it this time.

Chapter Three

Zoey

LAST NIGHT WAS one of the best nights of my life. I’ve dreamed of being with Jameson for so long and it was better than I thought it would be. I’m not saying he planned to fuck me when he showed up to my apartment last night, but it happened and I will never regret being with him because I’ve known him my entire life and if I could give anyone my virginity, it would be him. I didn’t lie when I told him that last night. The only thing I regret is letting myself believe for even a second that it meant more to him than it did. Jameson had sex with me and that’s all it is for him. For me, it means a fuck of a lot more. I let my heart lead the way and that’s the biggest mistake I could ever think to make. I’m in love with Jameson and it’s time for me to throw that love away because he doesn’t deserve it. I’ve wasted too many years wanting, loving, and waiting for him. Now, it’s time for me to move on no matter how hard it is and how much my heart is breaking right now. It’s shattering into a million pieces and has been since Jameson whispered that he loved me before leaving me alone. If he truly loved me in any way other than as a friend, he wouldn’t have left me alone last night.

After taking a few minutes to feel sorry for myself, I get out of bed. Looking down, the evidence of my virginity being taken last night covers my sheets. I didn’t even think about changing them after getting out of the shower because I was so damn exhausted and ready to go to sleep. That’s all that was on my mind. Especially when Jameson climbed into bed with me and held me against his chest. Another dream I’ve had for longer than I’ll ever admit because it’s just one more thing I have to let go of and forget.

The feeling of Jameson’s hard chest under my cheek isn’t something I’ll forget easily though. His body is all ridges and hard muscles while his skin was burning hot under my cheek. It’s not the first time I’ve seen him without a shirt on, all the boys hate wearing them in the summer if they aren’t riding and just hanging out somewhere. However, it’s the first time I’ve felt his hard body underneath mine in any capacity. That’s what I’ll remember and take with me moving forward as I finally try to let him go once and for all.

Stripping my bed, I toss the sheets and blankets on the floor just in front of the hamper where my dirty clothes are waiting for me to wash. I don’t bother making it right now because I’m leaving the apartment. I need to get out of here for a while and forget about Jameson storming into my sanctuary and giving me exactly what I wanted. Heading into the bathroom, I turn on the shower before taking care of business. I know I took a shower with him last night, but I need another one to get the final traces of him from my body. Before I get in the shower, I send a message to Kingston.

Me: I need to get out of the apartment today. Want to go for a ride out of town and maybe get some lunch somewhere?

Setting my phone on the counter after selecting one of my playlists, I get in the shower and quickly wash my hair and body. It feels so different to be in the shower alone after having one with him last night. Yes, I’m deciding right now that I won’t speak his name again. From now on, he’ll simply be him, he, or his. No road or legal name will be allowed when it comes to him. Jameson is no longer anything to me other than a guy I grew up with who is the brother of my best friend. Reagan won’t push for anything when it comes to what happened between her brother and me. She knows it’s a touchy subject and tends to let me share with her when I’m ready. It helps that she kept my secret the last time I was in town and I didn’t have to see him or anyone else. Trax also kept my secret which makes me extremely happy.

After getting out of the shower and drying off, I head for my room with nothing more than a towel in my hair to soak up some of the water. I grab my under clothes, a tight tank top, and a short pair of shorts to wear under my riding gear. Regardless of if Kingston rides with me today or not, I’m getting out of this house and I’m ready to ride and find some sense of calm and peace. To really ensure I forgot he who shall not be named after such an amazing night. I’m going to head out of town so I hopefully don’t have another encounter with the fucker who pulled me over yesterday. I can’t believe all that shit happened just yesterday. It feels like it happened weeks ago instead of just a day.

Getting dressed, I remove the towel from my hair and toss it in the hamper. Grabbing my brush from the top of my dresser where I left it yesterday, I brush out my long hair before braiding it down my back. After securing my hair so it doesn’t become a complete mess when I ride, I head out to the living room to grab my gear and put it on. I only leave my coat unzipped for right now as I head back to the bathroom for my phone and to make sure my hair is as covered as it can be with my face mask before I put on my helmet once I’m outside.

Looking at my phone, I see a response from Kingston.

Kingston: I’m down to ride. You know that, Zoey. I’ll meet you at your apartment in a little bit. Don’t go anywhere until I’m there with you. We’ll head out of town and away from pricks who shouldn’t have a badge.

Me: I’m ready. Heading out to my bike now. We’re listening to my music today. I don’t wanna hear your shit through my comms.

Kingston: I don’t have shitty taste in music, Zoey. You just can’t appreciate good music with that shit you fucking listen to. I’m almost there. Just stopped to get gas. Give me five and I’ll see you.

Me: Okay. Gives me a chance to warm my bike up for a few minutes.

Grabbing my keys, I grab my wallet and head for the door of my apartment. Kingston will carry my wallet for me. He usually does when we go out riding together and I bring it with me. It doesn’t matter if he’s on his Harley or one of his other bikes, Kingston always wears his cut and carries whatever I need him to. The second I’m at my bike, I put my phone in the mount and my key in the ignition. Turning it on, I start my bike and let it idle while I pull my helmet on and make sure it’s secure before pulling on my gloves and making sure they’re strapped up tight. Straddling my bike, I’m reminded once again what happened with him last night. I’m still fucking sore in the best way possible. I guess I really didn’t think this shit through because I don’t believe I’m going to have a comfortable ride today at all.

While I’m waiting for Kingston to pull in, I go through my playlist to find the song I want to listen to when we head out on our ride. I’m going to choose one that I know absolutely fucking annoys Kingston after saying I couldn’t appreciate good music. That fucker is gonna hate me by the time we pull over for lunch. I have to smile knowing he’s going to get me back on our way back into town. Kingston and I have a rule when we ride together. If I choose our music when we head out on a ride, then Kingston gets to choose it on our way back home. It’s the only way we’ve found to make things fair since he’s the only one I can talk into riding out with me on a regular basis. None of the other guys want to ride with me since I’m on a sportbike and I’m a girl. That’s something I can’t fucking stand and refuse to stop riding and be a backpack for someone on a daily basis. Every once in a while I’ll backpack but that’s it.

Hearing Kingston’s bike, I make sure I’m ready to ride as he pulls in and rides around the parking lot until he’s facing the way we need to head to leave. Together we head out and take off out of town. I press play on my playlist and wait for Kingston to realize what song’s playing. He can’t stand Redneck Romeo by Anthony BeastMode. One of the girls he was fucking with used to play it all the time and sang it to him extremely off key on a regular basis. We all laugh our asses off about it and I specifically added it to the playlist for riding just for him.

“Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me with this bullshit, Zoey?” Kingston growls out through our comms as I look over at him, my body shaking with my laughter.

I don’t bother responding because there’s no point. Kingston knows I do this to fuck with him and for no other reason than that. He’ll listen to the song one time and that’s it. After that, I’ll have to find something else to play for him. Or he’ll disconnect his comm from mine. Kingston hates not being connected to me through our comms when we ride in case I have a problem with my bike, but there are certain things I can do to ensure he cuts the connection.

Kingston speeds up slightly as we make our way out of town. I keep pace with him as we remain behind the one car on the road in front of us. Looking in my mirror, I see the prick from yesterday with his lights flashing.

“Kingston, we got trouble behind us,” I warn him as I let off the throttle and start to pull over to the side of the road.

My friend follows me and makes sure to pull behind me so he’s between the cop car and me. He’s not going to let this fucker get close to me at all. Not after yesterday when Playboy and him came to save me from this douche canoe. We both shut our bikes off and leave our keys in the ignition. If the cop tries to pull my key out, I’ll remove it myself and hold onto it. He’s not ever gonna touch my keys or anything else if I can help it. This fucker will not leave us stranded here.

“Let me deal with this asshole,” Kingston says through the comms before removing his helmet while I leave mine on. I barely nod my head in response as the cop gets out of his car and saunters over to us.

“Fancy seein’ you again today. I guess you didn’t get the memo to leave us the fuck alone. Playboy made sure he talked to your boss yesterday and you were informed in front of him to leave all bikers alone. If you see one of us doin’ somethin’ illegal, you are able to pull us over and wait in your car while you call it in for someone to handle whatever the situation is,” Kingston states, anger filling his voice as he keeps his body between the cop and me.

“You’re not gonna tell me how to do my fucking job. No one is!” the cop yells, pulling his gun and aiming it at Kingston.

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