Curvy Ride (Men of Valor MC)

When it dings two more times, I finally can’t hold back. I open the messaging app and read I want to get to know you.

Then the second one came shortly after. Hey. Did I scare you off?

Then the third. Are you okay, Addison? Text me or I’m coming over.

I start to type. Why do you want to get to know me?

I hold my breath after I push send.

There’s a thousand reasons but half of them would probably scare you off. For now, I’ll tell you this. Because you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Because you’re strong, willing to take on two bad cops without backing down. Because I already know I like you.

My heart melts a little in my chest, but then it hits me. What am I thinking?

You do realize that not an hour ago there was a woman grinding on your lap? You can’t blame me if I’m not falling over myself to believe you.

You want the truth?

Yes, I type, rolling my eyes. Why do people even ask that? Like I want him to lie to me?

It was more out of habit than anything. She always dances for us. But I wasn’t hard for her. She doesn’t do it for me.

I’m pacing now, back and forth in my living room and shaking my head. He just lied to me, even after he said he was going to tell me the truth.

That’s a lie. You were hard. When you came to help me, I could feel you pressed into my back and you were definitely hard. I’m finished with this conversation now. I gotta go. Thanks again for your help earlier.

I hit send and squeeze the phone in my hand. Why am I such a fool? I’m about to toss it across the room when it rings in my hand.

My mouth drops and I hold it up. It’s him. It’s Ice calling.

When the ringing stops, another text comes through. Answer the phone or I’m coming over.

The phone starts to ring again, and this time I accept the call.

I hold it to my ear but don’t say a word.

“Addison?”

But I still don’t answer. Maybe it’s because I’m mad he lied. Maybe it’s because I can’t get the image of that bare-chested woman in his lap out of my head. Regardless, I don’t have a lot to say.

“Fine. You don’t want to talk, then listen. Yeah, I was hard. But that wasn’t for her. I noticed you as soon as you walked in the club. I took one look at your curvy body and knew that I wanted you on top of me, underneath of me, any way I could have you.”

I gasp as his hard voice continues to talk dirty to me. “No more Pussy Parlor for me. There’s only one pussy I want and it’s yours. Fuck, I can already imagine it, and I want it. I’m done, Addi. From this point on, anything I do I’m going to be doing for you… and for us.”

My voice is shrill. He’s talking about my privates, and I can feel the moisture between my legs. His words, his voice, all of it is doing something to me. “But you don’t even know me.”

“I know enough. I know I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life.”

“That’s just sex,” I stutter, trying to make excuses of why I feel like I’m about to hyperventilate.

He laughs then. It’s deep, sexy, and gruff. “No, sweetness. I can guarantee it won’t just be sex with us. There’ll be a lot fucking more than that.”

Before I realize it, my hand is between my legs, and I stroke through my wet, hot, swollen folds. I groan and instantly bite my lip.

His voice drops an octave. “Addi,” he breathes into the phone. “Are you touching yourself?”

“No!” I all but scream. My pulse is racing, but I can’t stop. My finger flicks across my clit, and I bite my lip, barely containing my whimper.

“I know you are, sweetie. I can hear the tiny pants of your breath. You like me talking dirty to you, don’t you? But you can’t lie to me. I won’t lie to you, and you can’t lie to me. Tell me, are you touching yourself?”

“Yes,” I say just as I stroke across my clit again. I groan this time, not even trying to hide it. I don’t know what’s come over me, but I know that I’ve never been this turned on in my life.

“That’s right. Don’t stop, Addi. If I was there, I’d be right there, running my tongue through your tight snatch, lapping it all up. I wouldn’t stop until you were begging me for mercy.”

I keep rubbing. The deep tenor of his voice in my ear is pushing me on, and I couldn’t stop now if my life depended on it.