Sugar (The Henchmen MC 12)

"Giving up before closing?" a voice called as I stepped outside. "Rookie."

I turned, finding Sugar leaning against the wall to the building, his leg cocked, his foot back on it, his gaze on me.

"Have you been waiting for me all night?"

His lips quirked up ever so slightly to one side. "Maybe."

No shame or embarrassment at doing so.

Just his normal cocky-confident self.

And, well, a woman could only have so much self-control.

"Let's go," I demanded, waving a hand at the cab.

"Nuh-uh, baby," he said, snagging my wrist as I went to reach for the door handle. "We'll take my bike."

"You've been drinking."

"I had two drinks. Hours ago. Come on. You know you'd rather take a ride on my bike than sit in that nasty ass cab."

Well, he wasn't wrong there.

"Alright," I agreed, giving the driver a smile as Sugar tugged me slightly until I fell into step beside him.

"Ever been on a bike?"

"Actually, no," I admitted, a bit surprised by that fact myself. I had tried to talk Shane into letting me on his, but he had kept telling me some other time. Which meant never.

"Alright. Well," he said, letting go of my wrist to snag the helmet that was sitting on the seat, and reaching up to drop it down on my head.

"Oh, I bet this is a sexy look," I rolled my eyes as he clipped the buckle closed and tightened the strap.

"Burlap sack would look sexy on you." He dished that out casually, matter-of-factly, as he threw a leg over the bike and lowered the ass I was very keen to get my hands on onto the seat. "Climb on," he demanded, glancing back at me. I waited until his gaze moved forward again, then slid my leg over the seat and slipped on behind him. "Closer," he demanded, reaching backward to snag my knees, and dragging me forward until the swatch of fabric covering my pussy was pressed right against his back.

"And this is the part where I'm supposed to wrap my arms around you too, right?" I asked, silently wondering why my voice was airy. I was pretty sure it had never sounded airy before.

"Unless you'd like to fall off and experience road burn down your arms and legs."

Taking a deep breath, my arms slid around his sides, then folded across his stomach, trying not to focus so much on how my bare things were rubbing against the material of his jeans made soft from use.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yep."

"Where am I heading?"

I barely finished speaking before the bike was roaring to life, and we were taking off.

My stomach pitched as my heart flew upward, a sensation I remembered from rollercoasters and bungee jumping, but this was somehow even better with a warm body pressed against mine as the wind whipped against us and the sights I had known for so many years blurred by my sides.

"What do you think?" he asked, having a surprising amount of manners, letting me climb off first without looking, likely knowing there was no way in my short dress that I wouldn't flash him.

"I want a bike," I declared, reaching up to pull off the helmet, then stabbing it back down on the seat as he moved to stand, his body stretching lazily to full height, eyes on me, predatory, promising.

"I could see that," he agreed, advancing on me, making me do something completely uncharacteristic of me - retreat. Until the wall of the building stopped me, hard and unyielding at my back.

Sugar kept moving forward, his hands planting on either side of my head on the wall, caging me in, eyes on mine.

"This is a little dramatic for a second kiss, don't you think?" I asked, actually having to work to sound as confident and unaffected as I usually just was naturally.

"Baby, that brush of lips you laid on me couldn't be considered a kiss at all."

"Hey, I..."

I lost my objection as his head dipped down, and his lips sealed over mine, hard, hot, demanding. There was nothing tentative about this man, about the way he claimed me, took what was so clearly being offered to him.

My head tilted as his lips pressed harder, dragging a low moan out of me. His tongue took advantage of my parted lips, sneaking inside to lay claim to my tongue until my arms were moving from where they were hanging at my sides, going up over his chest to grab the sides of his neck, holding on tight as my body melded into his.

At the contact, his hands left the wall, sliding down my back instead to sink into my ass, grabbing hard, yanking until I was up off my feet with no choice but to dangle or wrap my legs around his waist.

His lips ripped from mine a second later, leaving them feeling swollen and sensitive. "Point me to an apartment," he demanded as my head shifted, lips teasing over the side of his neck, making a growling noise move through him. "I'm not above fucking you right here, Peyton," he told me, making a thrill move through me.