“Can you imagine someone else walking past as you wait for him?”
“I’d die on the spot,” I retort.
Jess laughs. “Did he text you back?”
“He messaged saying he ended up working and that he would be leaving the clubhouse around four thirty to come get me. Which gives me an hour.”
That hour later, I arrive at the clubhouse. My palms are sweaty, gripping the steering wheel as I pull onto the compound’s road, parking my car just out of sight. I send VP a text.
Me: Let me know when you’re leaving
VP: Leaving in 5
I lock my car, chucking my keys in my bag. Quick stepping my way past the parked trucks, I pass a man locking up the shutters to one of the workshops. He nods, checking out my bare legs.
I make it round the corner, spotting VP’s bike exactly where he always leaves it. Heart in my throat, I sit on his bike with legs parted over the saddle, waiting for him to come out and find me. He’s going to lose it.
The fire exit door to the clubhouse suddenly swings open and my heart leaps to my throat. He’s not alone, but he hasn’t seen me yet. Travis on the other hand stands frozen, his face lit up like he’s just won the lottery.
VP looks down to light his cigarette. When he looks up and sees me, he stands motionless. Channelling my best Sandy at the end ofGrease, I crook my neck, enticing him to come to me. He answers with an approving smile. He opens the exit door again and virtually throws an excited Travis over the threshold.
VP makes his way towards me with deliberate steps, sucking his cigarette with long inhales. Stopping in front of the bars, he struggles to breathe steadily as his seeking eyes run over my body.
“You know, you should never sit on a man’s bike without asking first.”
“Don’t worry, this is my boyfriend’s bike,” I say cutely.
“That so.” I nod, biting my bottom lip. “What’s he like?”
Leaning on the handlebar, he keeps his eyes on mine as he smokes. My body hums as he struggles to peel them off me. “He’s handsome, some would say god-like, including in the bedroom.” VP raises his eyes. Those greens are soft, yet increasingly turned on. “But more than anything, he’s the most caring man I’ve met.”
His lip twitches. “Sounds like you’ve got it bad, babe.”
He throws the cigarette to the floor and stalks round the bike, lowering his face to mine, one hand on the saddle to steady himself. “You have no idea,” I whisper on a lost breath.
The corners of his mouth stretch making him look irresistible. His lips move slowly on mine, pushing deeper when I pull his hair between my fingers. His hand grasps my jaw, gently applying pressure as our mouths connect as one.
Keeping his hand on me, his deep, dazzling eyes find mine when our lips part. “Your boyfriend’s a very lucky man.”
Arching my back closer to him, I place a light kiss on his lips as my hands cup his rough cheeks. He keeps his face close, trailing his hand over my neck and down over the tops of my breasts. “This is when I knew I needed you. When you sat on my bike for the first time.”
Holding his gaze, I put my hands behind me, arching my back further so my breasts push forwards the way I did that night. He moves his hand to my knee where it gradually seeks up my thigh. My leg twitches when he reaches my groin and I clench against the bike, my bottom lip caught under my teeth trying to hold back a moan.
“Has your, you know… lady time gone?”
I can’t help but smile at his awkwardness. “My lady time has gone.” And I’ve never been more grateful for having messed up cycles. He smiles, pushing a finger past my knickers, feeling how wet I am for him.
He starts circling his fingers and stroking his thumb over my clit. My head instinctively rolls back and I close my eyes, enjoying the warm sensation stirring within.
When my lips part, he pushes his lips against mine and quickens his pace. “Jesus, VP.” I hold on tight to the bike and my hips start rocking, meeting each thrust of his fingers.
I come undone in record time, all breathy and hot. VP quickly moves his hand to grab my leg behind the knee, swinging it over the bike towards him. I catch my breath as he dips, picking me up into his arms and I wrap my legs around his waist.
“Keep them around me,” he instructs.
I nod, smiling, as my hands smooth over his hair. I pull myself up to nip and kiss at his neck, pushing my breasts against his hard leather.
He walks us inside through the fire exit, checking the coast is clear before breaking into a slight run to get us into the room we occupied last time.