Page 58 of Acid

Ghost rode his bike over while Star had the truck, so Oliver was beyond excited to jump on the back of his bike. I gave him a kiss, which he immediately wiped away as sat on the back of Ghost’s bike.

“Mom! Seriously. I’m on the back of the President of the Black Hearts MC bike,” he groans.

I laugh and Star smirks. “Well, I kiss the President of the Black Hearts MC on his bike. Amongst other things on his bike.” She winks.

I look at the bike, hoping they’ve at least wet wiped it clean. The now familiar sound of a bike approaches and I turn around, seeing Acid come to a stop behind Ghost. I look him up and down and I can’t help but admire just how handsome he is.

Dressed in black jeans and a crisp white button shirt, that he had unbuttoned at the collar, teasing his tattoos on his chest. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, exposing more of his tattoos. His dirty blond hair is combed back, and his sharp jawhas a dusted stubble. He removes his shades, revealing those crystal blue eyes; those very eyes roams over my entire body from head to toe. His jaw tenses.

“Girl, I don’t think you’ll make it out of your bedroom,” Star whispers in my ear. I let out a small laugh. “We won’t bring Oliver back until you message. Take all the time you need,” Star whispers. She throws a wave to Acid before climbing in her truck.

Acid gives Ghost a brief nod as he gets off his bike and strides towards me. I break my stare and give Oliver another kiss, much to his dismay before waving him off as Ghost follows Star. I feel him behind me before his fingers trace over my bare arm. I turn to face him and give him a soft smile.

“You look fucking stunning,” he compliments, his blue eyes sparking with desire.

I feel the blush hit my cheeks. “Thanks, although I’m not sure I will be able to get on and off your bike without flashing everyone my cooch.” I laugh as I tug on the hem of the black dress. His lips twitch with a smile.

The black dress is shorter than what I’m used to, just stopping at the top of my thigh. It’s a simple body con dress with capped sleeves and a square neckline. The dress is sexy, in a simply way, but it was the boots that made me feel sexy. Black velvet fitted thigh high stiletto boots.

Acid’s eyes roam over my body again before letting out a low whistle. “Later, I’m going to fuck you in nothing but those boots,” he growls. He leans in and presses his lips softly to my cheek. I hear him inhale. “Jesus, you’re going to kill me,” he breathes against my ear. My body shudders and he moves back slightly, giving our bodies some space.

I clear my throat. “So, where are we going?” I ask, trying to move the subject away from him fucking me senseless.

He smiles. “You’ll see. You need to get your purse or anything?” he asks, gesturing to the shop.

“My purse, right!” I exclaim, holding up my index finger. “Just give me 1 minute,” I tell him before I head inside. I feel his eyes on my ass as I walk to get my purse, and I may have put a little more swing in my hips to entice him.

I lock up and come back out to see him perched on his bike. He’s smoking a cigarette, his legs crossed at his ankles, looking every bit the hot biker. I step towards him, my heels clicking against the sidewalk. His head whips round in my direction, and a lazy smile spreads across his face as he stands. He flicks his cigarette away and tilts his head back, exhaling the smoke. All I can think of now is how I want to trail my lips along his throat.

I swallow, cringing at how dry my mouth is. I hope that wherever he’s taking me is enough of a distraction to keep my libido in check. Stopping just in front of me, his hands grab my waist and pull my body flush against his. He pauses, looking into my eyes.

“I never knew until now that red was my favourite colour.” His eyes flicker to my mouth. “I want your mouth,” he breathes before leaning his head down closer to my mouth.

“Then take it,” I whisper.

His mouth slams down onto mine, his lips tenderly coaxing mine. I part my lips and his tongue dances with mine, deepening the kiss. His hand grips my hip tightly as his other grabs my hair in a tight fist, yanking it firmly. A moan escapes me, and he quickly ends the kiss, stepping back. I wobble slightly off balance, both of us panting, our eyes burning at each other.

He shakes his head, a smile playing on his lips before getting on his bike. “Mama, get your ass on this bike before I throw you over my shoulder and take you upstairs and fuck you till dawn,” he threatens.

For a moment, I don’t move. I clench my thighs tightly together, just watching him.

He grips the handlebars tightly, sensing my hesitation. “Rhea,” he growls in warning.

Heat pools between my thighs hearing him say my name like that. I step forward, placing a hand on his shoulder to steady myself as I try to gracefully as I can swing my leg over the bike and sit down. I wrap my hands around his waist, splaying my fingers out, feeling every ripple of muscle. I bite my lip smiling, knowing the effect I’m having on him. He hands me the helmet.

“But my hair,” I protest.

He gives me a look over my shoulder that leaves no room for arguing. I huff and put it on as he starts the bike. I keep my purse in my lap and wrap my hands around his waist again, this time scraping my nails across his stomach. He pulls off and removes one hand from the handlebar and grabs my thigh, giving it a warning squeeze. I smile and glide my hand down to over the top of his jeans, but just as I’m about to reach between his legs, he grabs my hand. Bringing his mouth down, he takes my finger in his mouth and nips it. I suck in a breath as I feel the growl rumble from him. This night is going to torture for the both of us.

Sitting in the courtyard on the edge of a cliff face, we are surrounded with white string fairy lights romantically lighting up the area and thick green trees surround a rustic makeshift stage. Acid orders us drinks—a wine for me and a soda for him—while I look out at the view.

“This is stunning,” I breathe.

“It sure fucking is,” he agrees. I turn to look at him, but his gaze is firmly fixed on me and not the view behind me. My cheeks heat. I’m about to speak when a waitress walks over with a large plate of food, placing it down on the table. Her eyes linger on Acid a bit too fucking long.

“Can I get you anything else?” she asks in a flirty way, tucking her hair back behind her ear.

Acid looks up at her smiles, shaking his head. “No thanks, darlin’,” he says in that smooth thick voice of his. I don’t know why but this sends prickles up my spine.

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