Page 3 of Frosty the Biker

“I did think it was Yasmine’s,” he insisted.

My jaw ached with how hard I was clenching my teeth.

He approached me and wrapped one arm around me as he tucked an escaped tendril of hair behind my ear. “Baby, there’s no one else for me. It’s always been you. Even when we did stupid shit and made terrible decisions when we were kids. It was always you. I don’t want anyone else. I promise.”

I gazed up at him and unclenched my hands that had been fisted against his chest when he pulled me in. His heartbeat thumped under my right hand. “Just don’t lie to me. I can handle a lot of things, Dalton. There’s two things I can’t stand and that’s lying and cheating. I promise you, if you cheat on me again, I’m gone. Lying will undermine my trust and that will eventually destroy our relationship as well.”

“Ryian—I was sixteen. Nothing really happened. I just talked to her. I thought that was water under the bridge. It was almost ten years ago, and I was a kid. I like to think I’ve matured since then—just as you have,” he firmly countered.

I sighed. “You’re right. Let’s eat. Our food is probably getting cold.”

We ate, then watched a movie on his TV. Halfway through, he leaned over and kissed me. What started as a sweet connection, quickly grew heated and he pulled me over to straddle his lap.

His hands slipped under the back of my tank top and eventually slid around to cup my breasts. My head fell back, breaking the kiss. He simply trailed his teeth down my jaw until he nipped the tendon in my throat, then his lips found the soft sensitive skin of my neck.

I tangled my fingers in his dark blond hair as I tilted my head to encourage him. There was something about him kissing and nibbling up and down the slope of my shoulder that gave me goosebumps. I loved it and he knew it.

“I love you,” he murmured against the side of my throat.

“Mmm, I love you too,” I replied.

He lifted my shirt, and I raised my arms so he could take it off. Thanks to having smaller than average boobs, I wasn’t wearing a bra. Which he took full advantage of by wrapping his hands around my sides and dropping his head to latch onto one nipple at a time.

It wasn’t long before he had my panties off in one fell swoop with my jean shorts. As I returned to straddling him, I reached between us and undid his pants as I started kissing him again.

He lifted his lean hips so I could shove them down and free his thick length.

“I want to be inside you,” he whispered, his lip brushing mine as he spoke.

“Thank God,” I breathlessly replied as I swirled the head of his cock in the wetness that already coated me. Together, we worked him in until he was fully seated, and I paused, holding him tight as I allowed my body to adjust.

What started out as frantic and wild, quickly morphed to a sensual dance. Our heated breath mingled as we clung to one another through every smooth slide of skin on skin.

My nails clawed at his shoulders.

His fingertips dug into the muscles on my back.

The building tension warned of a life-altering explosion that neither of us could stop. It was like being at a cliff, knowing that with each step you were getting closer to the edge, yet not being able to slow your steps.

Finesse soon went by the wayside as we both neared the breaking point. Sweat-slicked flesh slid and slapped. Breaths became ragged and rough. We clutched at each other as if our lives depended on it.

Finally, that blissful pressure exploded, and I shattered. “Dalton!” I shouted as the universe blew apart.

He didn’t stop, he simply held me tight to his chest as he drove up into me as he chanted, “Yes, yes, yes” until he too fell over the ledge.

His low moan was smothered as he pressed his face into my neck, and his arms clutched me as if he never planned to let me go.

Like a feather caught up in the wind, we slowly floated back to earth.

“That,” he said still sounding winded, “was absolutely amazing, baby.”

“Mmm,” I agreed as I snuggled into him. He shifted us down and over to rest, tangled on the length of the couch. Then, he pulled a blanket off the back and covered us up. We fell asleep cuddled up in his living room and woke up in time for him to take me home.

As we were on our way to my mom’s, his phone rang. With his truck being so old, he didn’t have Bluetooth. He answered and it was soon obvious it was his work.

“Yeah, I can do that.” He paused and I could hear someone talking. “Okay, I’ll see you soon.”

He glanced at me with his eyes full of regret.

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