Page 15 of Draven

An involuntary quirk of my lips brings another heavy sigh from her. My cock must like the constant challenge, given how hard it is.

“Well,” I say, drawing out the reveal, as well as my own pleasure. There’s something about Louise’s refusal to show anything other than irritation in my company that turns me on in a way few women have managed. “You can’t see the bakery from outside the pharmacy.”

She draws a thoughtful breath, then she shakes her head. “You’re wrong.”

“I’m right.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

“You remember where I grew up, yes? Before your lily-livered snowflake sensibilities chased me out of town.”

She tightens her jaw, and her fists, her angry glare sending a shiver of desire skimming down my spine. One day, and soon, I’ll tame this woman, if only to prove that I can. I know the perfect way to shut her sassy mouth.

“Are you ever going to just let the past go?”

“No.”

She pinches the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger, her lids falling shut in clear frustration. “I still don’t believe you. How would you even remember such a trivial detail after living away from Camden for years?”

“Trust me, sweetcheeks, I spent many a dollar at the bakery, and I kept that pharmacy afloat during my formative years with the number of condoms and bottles of lube I bought.”

“I’ll bet you did,” she mutters.

I fashion a faint smile. “Jealous?”

She snorts. “Of what? Those poor women who had to endure you sweating and heaving on top of them? Hardly.”

I grin. “I don’t remember receiving any complaints.”

She rolls her eyes, rubs her lips together, then sighs laboriously.

Rising to stand, I gather the papers into a pile and shove them into a folder. Grabbing my coffee, I cock my head. “Come on.”

She remains kneeling, the position sending a rush of images through my mind. If she drops her gaze, she’ll see how turned on I am. Every time I engage in banter with Louise, my cock is all “Let’s go!” eager to participate in a game of its own. In a way, I kind of hope she does drop her gaze. It might incite a discussion I’ll be happy to encourage.

She doesn’t. Instead, she says, “Where are we going?”

“To prove I’m right.”

I grab my leather jacket and shrug into it. Without waiting for her, I head outside. As predicted, she follows. I hand her a spare bike helmet. “Put this on.”

She points to her car. “I can drive.”

I shove the helmet at her. “We’re taking the bike. Now, put it on.”

“I don’t want to ride on the back of your bike. I’ll follow along behind.”

I growl. “Fuck’s sake, woman, do as you’re goddamn told. We’ll get there quicker.”

Her lips thin, a deep scowl drawing her brows low before she snatches the helmet from me and pulls it over her head. I do the same with my own and get on the bike, with Louise climbing on behind me.

“Hold on to me,” I say, suppressing a shudder of pleasure when her hands slip around my waist, and she lays her palms flat against my abdomen. I start the engine, kick it into gear, and pull out of the parking lot. Once on the highway, I floor it, Louise’s loud squeal audible through my helmet, and her arms gripping me tighter. I figure she’s never ridden on the back of a motorcycle before. If I have anything to do with it, this won’t be her last adventure. I like having her behind me.

I’d like it even more if I was behind her, pounding into her sweet, tight pussy.

It only takes fifteen minutes of weaving in and out of the traffic to arrive on Bolder Street. About halfway down is the pharmacy. I check my mirrors, then pull onto the left-hand side of the street. Cutting the engine, I remove my helmet, and hang it on the handlebars while I wait for Louise to dismount.

She tugs off her helmet and makes several attempts to smooth her hair before giving up with a sigh.

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