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“What are you in the mood for?” she asked, handing me a plastic water bottle.

Jesus! It wasn’t a dirty question, but my dick was intent on turning it into one. In fact, he had a whole fantasy going on here where Kayla told me how hungry she was for something not in her fridge, but in my pants. Which, I realize, only happened in pornos. Still, the big guy straining against my jeans could dream. Right?

Suddenly, I felt like we needed to get out of this apartment. This close, all I could think about was bending this girl over and stuffing myself so deep inside her pussy she’d feel me in her fucking throat! I bet it would feel so good, I’d decide it was my new address and permanently take up residence there. Plus, she smelled like oranges, combined with a hint of vanilla, and thescent was driving me wild. The light fragrance was so feminine, it made my balls clench with a primitive need to bury my nose in her hair, neck, and between her legs like a fucking ravenous beast.

Seeing as though she’d been alone, worrying herself into a panic since last night, I decided I’d take her out for some food. That way my cock would settle down, she could tell me her story in peace, and I could fill my empty belly with some much needed grub.

“That’s a sweet offer, Babe. But I bet you’ve been cooped up all day in this place and are dying to get out. Why don’t I take you to a restaurant? You can tell me all about Ghost while we eat.”

The mere mention of the man’s name caused the girl to look panic stricken. “What if he comes by and I’m not here? He’ll be so angry.”

In that moment, I could have beaten the man to death with my bare hands for putting this beautiful woman through that kind of fear. No man should ever inspire a terrified expression on a woman’s face. If they did, they deserved a thrashing so severe, they’d never have the chance to make the mistake again.

“You don’t have to worry about Ghost anymore, Kayla,” I told her. “I’m here now. He’s my concern. Leave that loser to me.”

Kayla

I kept playingand replaying Ox’s words in my head as we walked outside to his motorcycle. It might be downright archaic of me, but I loved how safe they made me feel.

“You don’t have to worry about Ghost anymore, Kayla. I’m here now. He’s my concern. Leave that loser to me.”

Damn! If his size, good looks, and killer smile weren’t enough already, his words had been the ultimate cherry on top. All I wanted to do was feel safe. And Ox certainly made me feel that way. Along with other feelings I should be ashamed of myself for. Namely, lust. Yeah, lust was definitely at the top of that very long list.

Good God the man was hot! Bulging biceps. Edgy tattoos. And his height! Easily standing six and half feet tall, he towered over me, making me feel so small. So fragile. So easily dominated. I shivered as I walked behind him thinking what it would be like to be held, andloved, by a beast of a man like that! I began to sweat just thinking about it.

Goosebumps bloomed across my skin and my thighs pressed together in a sultry, instinctive way. I could feel that I was getting wet, just thinking about riding behind him on his bike. Spreading my thighs, mounting his motorcycle, then wrapping my legs around his middle as we drove into the night. I couldn’t help but see the sexual parallel there as Ox handed me a smaller helmet he’d stored in his saddle bags.

He smiled warmly as he handed me the sleek, black protective gear. “I brought an extra just in case you didn’t have one.”

And he was thoughtful, too! The man was a f’ing unicorn! “Thanks,” I said, letting him fit it on my head and carefully adjust the chin strap into place.

Each time his fingers grazed my face, it felt like sparks of heat were kissing my skin in the most delicious fashion. What would it feel like if he were touching me more intimately? I shivered at the thought.

“You cold, Babe?” Ox asked, a frown crossing his handsome features. “It wasn’t too bad on the drive over, but I understand if you want to take your car instead.”

Biting my lower lip, I shook my head. I wanted on the back of his bike in the worst way. Cold or not, I’d suck it up just for the excuse to wrap my arms around him. Besides, today was far warmer than yesterday. It was still around sixty degrees out, unlike last night when it had plummeted into the forties.

“A tough chick,” Ox said with a devilish grin. “I like it.”

His praise made me feel warm and tingly all the way down to my toes. “Most days, I am. But this Ghost thing has got me thinking I’m not as tough as I thought I was.”

Ox shook his head at that. “Kayla, this situation isn’t your fault. I hope you believe me when I tell you that.”

I really needed to hear those words. I’d been playing, and replaying, our meeting in my head since this summer. Had I led Ghost on? Given him the impression I was interested in something that I wasn’t? That wasn’t like me, to blame myself. Still, I couldn’t understand why the biker believed we had such a connection when I felt nothing for him but fear and disgust.

“I appreciate that,” I said, taking a deep breath then letting it slip out. Ox just waited, watching me decompress without rushing me through the process. I really appreciated that about him, too.

When he saw that I’d calmed some, he said, “I know a place that serves juicy burgers and the most crispy fries you’ve ever eaten. You want to try it?”

How could I say no? I’d have gladly sat down and dined on sawdust and drunk battery fluid just to spend time with this teddy bear of a man. “It sounds wonderful.”

Stepping onto his bike, Ox looked over his shoulder and ordered, “Climb aboard.”

Straddling behind him, my thighs gripped the sides of his while he started the engine. The vibration skittered right to my naughty bits. My arms tightened around his waist, as the bike blasted forward. Thankful I’d worn my leather jacket, I leanedmy cheek against Ox’s wide back. His massive frame shielded me from the chill of the wind as it whipped around us and I thoroughly enjoyed the thrill of the ride.

The restaurant was only about twenty minutes from my apartment and about five from the highway. As we parked at the little hole in the wall eatery, I asked, “Do you come to Cali often?”

Ox carefully unstrapped my helmet. “Whenever the need arises.” His gaze traveled down my body as he spoke, sending frizzures of pleasure to all four corners of it.

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