Page 23 of His Daggered Heart

“I know you got me,” I say as I place both of my hands on his face. I stand on the tips of my toes to kiss him. I feel one of his large hands squeeze my hip as his other hand comes up and grips my hair at the base of my neck. He tugs a little, and I wince because it hurts a little but it also feels good. I pull back, staring up at him. His beautiful eyes are filled with dark clouds like when a storm is brewing. I can almost see the chaos I have caused inside them. “Let’s go, handsome.”

He steps back and presses his Apple watch to the bike. A compartment pops open, revealing a helmet. It’s matte black with red chrome and has devil horns on it.

“I’m not wearing that!” My heart pounds in my chest. Why would he have me wearing a helmet twenty other girls have probably put on while riding this stupid thing? I mean, why else does a hot guy like him buy a motorcycle, besides getting little bike sluts on it?

“Why not? It’s yours,” he says matter of factly. “Turn it over, look in between the horns.” He rolls his eyes, grabs his helmet, and shoves it over his head. I turn it over and stare at the words that sit in between the horns. In bright red cursive is the wordAngelwith little angel wings on either side. My eyes tear up. He got it for me, he knew we would make up and be together.

“Well, okay. But also this makes no sense to have devil horns when you call me Angel and then to have angel written on it.”

He turns his helmet, covering his face so that all I see is the neck down, and his muscles bulging out of his tank top displaying all his tattoos. Damn, this definitely brings my motorcycle fantasy to another level.

“Alex?”

I gulp, knowing full well my pussy is dripping right now imagining him fucking me like this, with both our helmets on and half my body on top of the leather seat as the rest of me is only being balanced by him thrusting in and out of me. “Yeah?”

“Shut up, and get on.” Well damn, but I shut up and do what my king says.

I climb behind him and put my helmet on. A smile plastered on my face causes my cheeks to ache. This spot behind him is meant for me. I wrap my arms around him and squeeze. He taps my hand and I feel him saying he loves me with the small gesture and my heart melts.

Then the bike rumbles to life beneath me, vibrating through my body with all its power and I squirm, feeling it hit spots that were already aching. I squeeze his chest even tighter as my core clenches, wanting for him to be inside me. I’m lightheaded from the vibrations, his thigh muscles flexing as he walks the bike backward, reversing. The muscles in his abdomen tighten with his movement and I run my palms up and down, and shiver as a chill makes its way through me. The anticipation of us taking off is doing weird things to me right now. All the emotions I’m feeling, scared, anxious, energized. Adrenaline begins to pump through me and my hands tremble. Just as I take a deep breath to center myself, we propel forward slowly. This shouldn’t be as sexy as it is, should it?

We reach the exit of the parking lot and this is it, we are going to be on the actual road with other cars.

“I’m scared,” I yell at him over the rumbling engine.

“I got you, baby, always.” He taps my thigh and gives it a little squeeze for reassurance. Then he moves into the street, and I squeeze him with my arms and thighs, holding on for dear life but also trying to just relax and be weightless. I know I’ve heard somewhere that you have to relax because what you do affects their driving. I don’t know how true that is but I’m not about to make this more dangerous than it already is. We get to the last stoplight in town before we get onto the hillside.

“Relax, angel. You need to trust me.”

“I trust you,” I shout

The light turns green and the bike thrusts forward, deep rumbles vibrating. Speed picks up and I finally look up. The weirdest feeling of euphoria comes over me, like freedom. I feel like I’m flying. We veer right onto the scenic route and I gasp. Is this what it feels like to be a bird? I release my arms around him and he peeks over his shoulder at me. I can’t see his expression because the helmet and shield cover his face. I only see my reflection. I know he is smiling, though. I feel it.

I raise my arms out wide, feeling the wind surrounding me, molecules moving to make space for me to float through. This is crazy, and maybe I’m overreacting because it’s my first time but this feels so magical to me. Like Jasmine on Aladdin’s magic carpet. I hear the words from the famous song ring in between my ears,“I can show you the world…”That’s exactly what Kohen does- he is my Aladdin, he gives me so many new experiences. To some, they may be small but to me, they are larger than life. I’m just a small-town girl, who never thought I would amount to anything, never deserved love. Yet here I sit, imperfect and loved.

We may still have many lessons to learn, but one thing is for sure. I am never letting go of him ever again, better yet I’m never forcing him to have to leave ever again. I want him to feel just as loved, and any damage I have caused I will repair, the same way he repaired me. This time neither one of us will walk away with more damage. We will share it, the good and the bad equally.

“I love you,” I yell, bringing my arms back in to hold him.

He taps my thigh four times.

I love you, too.

We drive for what seems like forever, and then we turn around and head back to the city we call home. Where he can fuck the shit out of me because as beautiful as this experience is, and as pretty as everything looks, my pussy is throbbing for him, and I want him now.

I tap his shoulder and when he peeks over at me, I point for him to pull over into what looks like an abandoned train yard.

Chapter 20

Kohen

Ipulloverintoan abandoned train yard. We have been driving for about forty-five minutes so I’m sure she needs a break, especially since this is her first time riding. Your legs and arms can cramp up. She was so tense at first, too, but as soon as she felt safe, she set herself free. Free to enjoy the beauty she deserves. My girl has had it rough and I just want us to both be able to move forward. I know we both have shit to deal with and more skeletons in our closet but if we want to share a home someday, we have to get rid of all the unnecessary shit.

I turn the bike off and she hops off. I follow suit, dropping the kickstand down before removing my helmet and getting off. I look around, shaking my sweaty hair from my forehead. I double-take as I see my girl with only her helmet and lingerie on. I told her not to wear any underwear ever again after she tried that shit at the restaurant, but goddamn, if she doesn’t look like a little devil. My personal vice and temptation.

“Fuck, angel, what are you doing?” I make my way toward her and she holds her palm up, stopping me.

She puts one finger up, hand still raised, and moves it back and forth. No sound leaves her but I can almost hear the taunt. Nah ah ah.

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