Page 24 of Sophia, Property of Tracker

I don’t know much about motorcycle clubs, but I’m guessing it’s where bikers hang out and drink. Of course, there are women who hang around with the bikers, but whores? I must sound so naïve to him.

Dread fills me when I think about all the women who would be throwing themselves at him. I mean, it was practically a one-night stand, yet why am I feeling sick to my stomach knowing he could be sleeping with someone else?

I was hoping that the night we spent together was memorable and that he would want to see me again because I sure as hell wanted to see him. I never knew sex could be like that. He made me come repeatedly and had me in positions I never knew existed. He is an experienced lover, and, of course, to be an experienced lover means that he’s had several women.

Did I really think I was special enough that he would be faithful?

I slap my hand on my forehead.Sophia, get over yourself.Youarenothing special.

I check my phone and see there’s a voicemail. I’d turned my phone off after my conversation with Ryan last night.

Hesitantly, I listen to his message, and the sincerity in his voice causes a single tear to slide down my cheek.But can I believe him?It doesn’t matter anyway. I doubt he’ll want to see me again after my outburst last night. I acted like a jealous girlfriend. He sounds tired and defeated, and I wonder if I put that tone there. I want to call him back but think twice. If he wants to talk to me, he will call me again.

I’m exhausted, and I have an early start tomorrow.

So I turn and lay on my side and let sleep claim me.

Hot persistent lips make their way down my stomach to my navel, where a warm wet tongue licks, causing a wet path down to my pussy. His black hair is visible between my open thighs. He looks up at me with a smile, his eyes seeping into mine, promising ecstasy. Strong hands slide beneath my bottom lifting me off the bed, my pussy in full view of his devouring eyes. I bite down on my bottom lip when I see him lick his lips. His intentions are evident, and I wait in anticipation for what I know he’s about to do.

I feel his breath on my pussy as he removes his eyes from mine and blows lightly, causing me to buckle. I want to yell at him to place his mouth on me, to fuck me with his tongue, but he doesn’t. Instead, he blows again, and I feel myself pulsate and throb. I want him so desperately. His hands keep me steady, and I watch as he slowly flicks his tongue and rotates it around my swollen clit. I’m crying out for more, more of everything, but he doesn’t budge and continues his slow, steady kissing of my swollen bud.

“Please,” I beg. “I need more.”

His tongue slides down my slit and up again, then he moves faster. The tickle of his beard on my sensitive skin adds friction to my already highly sensitive body. He sucks my clit into his mouth and holds it still, and I cry out when he releases it. His mouth stops, and he looks up into my eyes, his lips wet and covered in my arousal.

“Do you want more?”

I nod swiftly. “Yes, Ineedmore.”

He smiles and then makes love to my pussy with his mouth. He’s not holding back now, sucking, licking, and kissing.

It’s driving me crazy, to the point where I can feel the beginning of my orgasm. “Yes, yes, yes,” I cry as he continues to drive me to my orgasm.

The alarm to my phone sounds, and my eyes flutter open.

No. No. No.

Damn! It’s just a dream.

I feel sweaty, needy, and sensitive all over my body. My pussy pulsates, proving just how intense the dream was.Oh my God, did I just come to a dream?

Pressing stop on my phone, the alarm goes quiet. Throwing the sheets off my bed, I sit up slowly, drag my feet to the floor, and then make my way to the bathroom. Looking into my mirror, I notice my cheeks are all flushed.That was some dream.

Twisting the faucet, I wash my face with cold water and dry it with a towel. A smile appears on my face, and eventually, I laugh at myself in the mirror.Isn’t that what they call a wet dream?It was so erotic. Recalling the dream, I think about how Ryan did go down on me in the shower and in my bed, and it’s the hottest thing to ever happen to me.

Thinking back to the conversation I had with him, I realize now that I may have overreacted. I do tend to do that.Did my outburst cause him to fall into the whore’s arms last night?Oh, Sophia, why did you overreact? I’m such an idiot. I try and rid myself of my thoughts and ready myself for work.

Today I have a meeting with Mr. Swan to show him the finished product and hope he’s happy with my creation.

At eight thirty, I’m dressed and heading out the door with my laptop and bag when my phone chimes with a message. It’s Annie, my closest friend. Well, one of them, anyway.

Chloe, my high school best friend, left Vixen Falls without a word. We talk now and then on the phone, but I still have no idea what caused her to leave in such a hurry. I mean, she had an internship at Sloan Magazine, but she didn’t even say goodbye.

Since then, I’ve met Annie. She’s in her early twenties and is in the Navy SEAL program. She grew up traveling around the world because her dad is a SEAL, and she had to change schools on several occasions because her dad was posted to different locations around the world. When she settled into Vixen Falls, she went to Vixen High, where I attended school. I didn’t really know Annie back then because she was a couple of years younger than me and wasn’t in my year level.

It wasn’t till I was nineteen and attended college that I bumped into Annie at the local coffee shop. We got to talking and decided to sit down and have a coffee together. She explained how she was finishing high school soon, and she planned to join the Officer Candidate School to become a Navy SEAL like her father, and she did it. She kicked ass and has now become a Marine. The program was intense, and she came back to Vixen Falls for a visit, and I didn’t even recognize her. She was toned and fit and was a new Annie. Someone who resembled confidence and maturity.

We try and catch up every time she visits her family in Vixen Falls, and this time, she’s on leave for her mom’s birthday. She flew in two nights ago, and we have only had a chance to chat on the phone. She was bursting to tell me that she had a date with some guy named Colin, who she met at the local gym. I’m not a gym person, so I had no idea who she was talking about when she explained that he’s a trainer there. She told me I’m missing out on finding a man with all the eye candy that presents itself at the gym. I promised her I’d go with her while she’s in town.

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