Beauty and the Biker (Ghost Riders MC 2)

I had a few kisses at football games in high school, parties, and a couple of movie theater make-out sessions, but I’ve never acted like this before. I’ve never kissed someone and had to consume them. I’ve never kissed a man, and Abe is a fucking man.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so goddamn sweet,” he says, pulling his mouth from mine and yanking my swimsuit cover from my body. His words make my pussy clench, and I dive for his mouth once again. My whole body feels like it’s on fire, and I need to get as close to him as possible.

He sucks my tongue into his mouth, grabbing my hips at the same time. He moves me across his erection, putting the perfect pressure on my clit. My thin bikini bottom does nothing to protect my pussy from the ridge of his cock, and I couldn’t be happier about it. I can feel how hard he is through his trunks, and how hot he is against me.

Breaking the kiss, I let my head fall, my blonde curls cascading down my back, hitting his thighs. He takes the opening to pull on the side of my triangle bikini top and latch on to my nipple.

“Oh God,” I moan, even louder.

“That’s it, little shortcake, you just feel. I’ll give you what you need.”

And he’s right. I’m not doing a thing. I may be on top of him, but he’s moving my hips with his hands, using his mouth all over me.

“Damn, you taste good, you even taste like a shortcake,” he growls against my skin, licking, sucking and leaving little bite marks. I want to tell him it’s my lotion, but all that comes from me is another moan. It’s like I’ve lost all ability to talk.

“You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you? Make that pussy nice and wet for me.” And just like that, at his deep sexy words, my orgasm shoots through my body, sending me to heaven.

Never in my life has someone talked to me like that. His mouth latches on to mine, swallowing my moans as my body jerks against his. I feel myself flood into my bikini bottoms, soaking them with my release.

Once I’m spent, my whole body goes lax, and I feel my back hit the sofa.

“Fuck, shortcake. I just came in my pants, and I’m still so goddamn hard.” Abe buries his face in the crook of my neck. “I don’t have a condom, but, baby, I haven’t been with anyone in forever, and serving overseas we get checked all the time. I promise. I’m clean,” he says, pulling himself back up to look down at me. His whole body covers mine, and I can tell he’s taking care not to crush me with his enormous body.

“I’m clean,” I tell him, and I know I should tell him the rest. “But I’m not on anything.”

He closes his eyes as if in pain. “I’ll pull out, baby. I want you bare. I’ve never been skin to skin with someone before, and I want that with you. No, I need it, but you’re going to have to get on the pill.”

His words make me smile. This isn’t just a one-time thing for him if he’s talking about me going on the pill. I want this and I want it with him.

“I should eat your pussy first, but I’ve got to get inside you.” He pushes his cock against me, making my body jerk. I’m still sensitive from my orgasm, but I’m too turned on to care.

“I should probably tell you.” I take a deep breath, getting the courage to say this. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Done what, baby?” he says, peppering kissing on my chest.

Shit. He’s going to make me say it. I don’t know why this is so hard to admit. Maybe because he’s so much older than me.

His head rises and he meets my eyes. His intense blue eyes stare down at me like he’s trying to figure out what I mean. I can actually see when it clicks for him, and I watch as his eyes go wide.

The next thing I know, I’m sitting in his lap, and he’s fixing my swimsuit so I’m covered up.

I wasn’t sure how he’d respond, but he isn’t pushing me away. He also sure doesn’t look like he wants to have sex anymore, but he’s not asking me to leave.

“What movie do you want to watch? Something scary? Funny? Action packed? Hell, I’ll even let you pick a chick flick if you stay in my lap while we watch it.”

His abrupt change of subject throws me off.

“You don’t want…” I don’t finish the sentence, and I can feel my face heat.

“Oh, I fucking want to,” he says, pushing his erection into me. “But your first time sure in the fuck isn’t going to be on Scribe’s sofa. No, I’ll make it perfect for you.”

Leaning in, he places a soft kiss on my lips. I can’t stop the smile from spreading across my face.

“But for today, you’re going to sit here and watch some movies with me, and we are going to get to know each other. I’ve got a month, and I want to spend every second with you.”

“Action,” I say, pushing my body into his. “But I’m still staying on your lap.”

Chapter Three

JULIE

July 2011

My back is pushed up against the side of the truck, and I’m locked around Abe, my face buried in his neck. This seems to be our signature move. I find that I’m always wrapped around him, and he’s always holding me as if I weigh as much as a feather. It probably feels like that to someone as big as him.

I can’t stop the tears from streaming down my face. I know they upset him, and hiding my face in his neck isn’t fooling anyone. I’m sure he can feel the wetness against his skin.

“Come on, shortcake, it’s only a year. We’re going to write every day, and I’ll call and Skype you as much as I can.”