I'd Rather Not (KPD Motorcycle Patrol 3)

I licked my lips as he walked towards me, deliberately slow, as if he was prowling and not walking.

Stalking, maybe.

“You can tuck whichever way you want,” I replied breathlessly as he lifted me and carried me to the bedroom. “I’ll help you in the future, though…if you want.”

He laughed as one knee went onto the bed.

“Are you going to take your pants off?” I wondered.

He shook his head.

“Maybe later.”

I didn’t call him on that.

I knew that he might be self-conscious. Or hell, he might just feel like it’d take him too long.

Whatever the reason, I wasn’t going to argue.

“Yours, however, have to come off,” he admitted, sounding excited. “I’ve been wanting to do this for forever.”

I started to hook my fingers into my jeans, preparing to slip them off without unbuttoning them since I was still at the point where they were fitting loosely, but he stilled me with a hand on my belly.

“No, let me,” he whispered. “I’m not kidding. I really have been looking forward to this.”

“Looking forward to what?” I licked my dry lips.

“To peeling those jeans off your body,” he said. “I love how they are tight on your thighs and your ass, but loose around your waist. I’ve thought about suggesting you wear a belt seeing as you’re always pulling them up, but when you pull them up you pull your shirt up first, and sometimes it gives me this flash of skin around your belly or your lower back. And then I start thinking about what that skin would look like decorated…” He trailed off, making me yearn to hear what he was going to say.

“After you decorated it with what?” I asked breathlessly.

I had a feeling I knew what he was going to say.

But I wanted him to say it anyway.

“After I pulled out of your hot pussy and covered your back with my come,” he answered, not sounding embarrassed in the slightest.

I let my hands drop to the bed, then wiggled my hips for him to continue.

“Do with me what you will,” I urged.

He didn’t have to be asked twice.

Seconds later he was unbuttoning the top of my jeans. Moments after that, the zipper was being slid down.

My breath caught when he bent over and pressed a kiss to my lower belly.

An open-mouthed one that lingered.

He blew on the spot where his mouth had once been, and I shivered at the cool sensation.

“You know,” he said teasingly. “I’m fairly sure that this will be the one and only time that this happens. If Ford doesn’t kick my ass, your father will. Because there’s no way, after today, that I’m going to be able to keep my hands off of you.”

God, I hoped not.

Both that he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of me, and that my family didn’t murder him.

“They’ll be okay,” I promised. “But, let’s make this extra good just in case.”

He chuckled against my belly, then went back up onto his knees as he pulled my bottoms from my body, leaving me in my underwear and nothing else.

My underwear was not sexy. Just a simple pair of black bikinis. But with the look on Pace’s face, one would think that I was dressed in the most provocative of pairs.

“Fuck,” he said simply.

My thighs rubbed together as I tried to ease the ache that was centered there.

The same ache that had only gotten stronger since the man had caught me trying to ease it earlier.

“Easy,” he said as he stilled my thighs. “I’m about to help you.”

I spread them open and said, “Well for the love of all that’s holy, get to it already.”

He laughed, then bent slightly at the waist and eased his hands up the insides of my thighs, coming to a rest right at the seam where my legs met my hips.

“I want nothing more than to go to town on that pussy,” he said, eyes on my lower body. “I want to sink my cock inside of you and fuck you until I’m coming. Then pull out and watch as it spurts all over you.”

I sucked in a breath at his words, wishing that I had something to clench on to.

His finger. His tongue. His cock. I wasn’t sure I was picky at the moment, as long as it came from him.

“Then why aren’t you?” I asked.

He reached for his back pocket and extracted his wallet.

Seconds after that, he was pulling a condom out of the brown leather and tossing the rest of it onto the floor.

With the foil in between two of his fingers, he slowly started to push his jeans down his hips.

I watched, mesmerized, as his cock slowly became exposed. Inch by slow, delicious inch.

When he got his waistband to where his pants were covering his cock head alone, he pushed it the final inch and his cock bobbed free.