No, King Kyle Garro may have been my student, but there was no doubt in my mind that he was a man.
I trailed my fingers lightly over the ladder of square abdominal muscles on his lower stomach and thought about last night. Sex in the kitchen was something I’d never done before but I was thinking now that it should become a staple. There was something so dirty about fucking on the counter, in such a mundane, family place. I knew I’d never be able to cook in it again without thinking of King’s hot mouth between my legs, his fingers inside me preparing me for his big dick.
A shivered rippled through me as I looked back up at his face to find his eyes open under heavy lids, watching me.
“Mornin’, Queen, enjoying the view?” he asked in a sleep-roughened voice.
I blushed but tried to shrug casually. “If I’m going to hell, I might as well enjoy the view.”
His eyes turned sharper than a knife’s edge at my words. “Don’t do it, Cressida, not this mornin’.”
“Do what?”
“Make this thing we got goin’ shameful.”
I nibbled my bottom lip but kept my hand smoothly stroking his chest to soften my words. “I don’t regret last night, honey, but you have to realize that what we’re doing, what I am doing, is wrong. It’s a hard adjustment for me to make after a lifetime of struggling to be good and pure.”
King dislodged me as he sat up abruptly, pushed himself back against the headboard and plucked me out of the sheets to set me in a straddle over his lap. I could feel his morning wood between my thighs but his priority was tucking the blankets around my naked hips so that I wouldn’t be cold in my poorly insulated room.
So sweet, my biker.
“Purity is a social trap,” he started to explain after he had us both settled in how he wanted. “No one is ever pure to everyone and I guarantee you that no one that pure is happy. Happiness is streaking bare-assed naked down the wet sand into the wet waves, it’s drinkin’ too much and laughin’ too loud with your friends, it’s lovin’ so hard you want to devour the flesh, soul and mind of another person. None of that is fuckin’ pure and all of it is fuckin’ sublime.”
He leaned in to frame my face with his big hands. “The only thing dirty about this is the people who will try to shame you. You do not need to be pure or ordinary to be good, babe. You just need to live and love without guilt and I swear to you, you’ll leave the world a better place than you entered it.”
Jesus, he was such a poet.
“Okay, King,” I said, because in the moment, I believed he was right.
He stared hard at me to assure himself that I was telling the truth before he said, “Good. You with me then?”
“Yeah, I’m with you,” I whispered softly, returning his gesture by framing his handsome face in my hands. I pressed a gentle, open-mouthed kiss to his lips. “But we’ve got to have rules.”
“You can take the teacher outta the classroom but you can’t take the teacher outta the girl, eh?” King laughed into the crook of my neck before he pressed a kiss behind my ear.
I shoved at his shoulder but I was smiling. “I’m serious, King! We can’t just date.”
“Who says I wanna date?”
I froze, my eyes widening until I felt like my eyeballs would fall out. Had I read every single signal wrong? Was I jeopardizing my career and my reputation for a good roll in the hay (correction: a super life-changing roll in very awesome hay)?
King’s loud hoot and subsequent laughter jerked me from my horrified thoughts.
“You asshole,” I cried, thumping him on the chest and shoulders with my fists. “You complete dick! I can’t believe you’d joke about something like that.”
Still laughing, he rolled us until he had me pressed on my back in the bed. My anger immediately fled as he licked then bit at my neck. “Love you riled, babe. Nothing better than seeing my girl’s whiskey eyes lit up and alive.”
“Meanie,” I grumbled but my heart wasn’t in it because it was his, tucked away safely and securely in a place only he could find.
“Totally,” he agreed, biting down hard over my jugular in a way that had me wet in an instant.
“King,” I gasped. “We were going to talk about the rules.”
“Yeah, okay, babe. Rule one: no talking when I’m inside you unless it’s about how good it feels, yeah?”
“You aren’t even inside me… oh!” I said, then shut up because rule number one was a rule I could get behind.
Later, after sex so awesome it made my toes curl so hard they cramped, and a shower where, I kid you not, King washed my hair for me after washing other more intimate places very thoroughly, I was in the kitchen with my head in the fridge trying to decide what to feed King. He’d disappeared after the shower but I knew he was somewhere around the house because his Harley was still out front and I knew he wouldn’t leave without saying anything.