Page 8 of Bangin': Knuckles Sexy Bites
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Sanders
Holy fucking shit.Did I just have my dick in Jess? Hell yes, I fucking did. Fuckme.
I smack her ass as I leave her office, and when she turns around, giving me a jaunt wave and a wink, my dick stands back up atattention.
Jess has no fucking clue the can of worms she just opened and ignited on fire. She has no idea the spot in my heart—hell, my fucking soul—that has ached for the woman for years. I have sat back and watched those motherfuckers come in and out of her life, wanting to beat the hell out of each of them. None of them deserved her. Fuck,Idon’t deserve her, but that doesn’t mean I’m not takingher.
Jax is the only one who knows about my obsession with his sister, and he’s the only one on the planet that I have allowed to repeatedly call me a pussy for it. Any other woman, I’m on it. I can smooth talk my way with them, getting whatever the hell I want. With Jess, though… it’s so much more, and I wanted her to be ready for what would come after—forever.
This wasn’t an easy lay. It’s not one night, and I will have my fill of her. No, Jess is what my father used to call my mother. The game changer. The one person on the planet who has a tight grip on your soul and will never letgo.
Listen to me, getting all sappy and shit. I don’t do sappy. But with Jess, I’ll do just aboutanything.
I’m the one who kicked that dickhead’s ass back when he stood Jess up at prom. We just made it look like Jax did it, which is fine. I didn’t do it for her to know. I did it for me because I was pissed as shit, even though that night with her was one of thebest.
I’ve watched and waited making the bar my go-to place since she became the owner, knowing she’d be there Friday and Saturday nights. She never seemed ready for what I wanted to give her, but now that she’s opened the door, I’m gripping it with both hands and never lettinggo.
I exit the bar the back way and head to my bike, grabbing the helmet that I will make Jess wear. No way in hell is she riding without it. Too precious to risk. She’s ridden behind me before, but never as my woman and that causes athrill.
I lean against my Harley and breathe in the night air, trying to will my already hard dick down. There will be no stopping him tonight. None. We’ll be going at it until we pass the hell out and even then there are noguarantees.
Despite the rumors in town, I’m not this playboy who fucks anyone with a pussy. Women claim they’ve had me. They claim they’ve been with me and, while several have, a majority have not. For the past five months, my dick hasn’t been in a pussy until tonight. Nevertheless, I know women who have told their friends a hell of a story just recently, but no, it didn’thappen.
Eventually, all the women became the same. Hell, I’m twenty-eight-years-old, and let’s face it—I want more in life. I don’t want an endless blur of women traipsing in and out, only to spread more rumors about my wild ways. Now, I’m not claiming to be a choir boy or anything; I’m just nowhere near where the rumors havesaid.
I caught the hesitation in Jess’ voice about her coming to my place. Little does she know that, since two and a half years ago when I bought my house, I’ve never brought a woman there. Never. Jess will be the first, and she will be the last. This is it. I damn well guarantee it. Never said that about anyone, but fuck me, I mean it with every bit ofme.
“There youare.”
I turn at the shrill voice of Abby, one of the women I was talking to at the bar.Shit. She’s a clingy one and hard to shakeoff.
“I’m heading out,” I tell her, in hopes of getting her to move the fuck on. I should know better. I do know better. However, my mind is so wrapped up in Jess I can’t think except for the thought of her getting on the back of myride.
“I’d love a ride on yourbike.”
How in the hell did I put up with that voice even for a few minutes? It’s like fingernails on achalkboard.
Looking her dead in the eye, I reject, “No. You need togo.”
Despite my words, Abby moves closer, way too close, and I can’t back up because of mybike.
“I’ll come wherever you take me.” She tries for seductive, but all I feel isannoyed.
She reaches out for my waist, and I grab her shoulders, holding her at arm’s length not wanting another woman’s touch. It feels wrong on so manylevels.
“Damn, Sanders, that didn’t take long.” I know Jess is rolling her eyes at me, like she’s done a thousand times before. Only this time, she’s probably pissed off, but who can blameher.
This is justperfect.
I remove my hands from Abby, pushing her back a great deal and step around her toward Jess, who stares at me, faceblank.
This is not getting fucked up. I won’t allow it. Jess and my relationship will not start with Abby trying to fuck itup.
I grab Jess’ hand and pull her toward mybike.
“You’re withher?” Abby’s tone is condescending and appalling, reminding me what a huge bitch sheis.
