Dirtiest Little Secret

He took a step away, creating a buzz of panic in her gut.

“Five minutes,” he said. “Not a second more.”

4

Isaac swung his leg over his bike and pressed the ignition. The engine purred like a contented kitten. He’d like to work on Ava and get her feeling the same way, but he wasn’t holding his breath. Hopefully he’d scared her off from this bar and her stupid idea of hooking up with a biker.

This was not the place a woman came for a fuck on the wild side. Isaac may be horny enough to grab low-lying fruit, but not with a woman like her. A rich, spoiled bitch who expected men to drop at her feet. He also didn’t want her thinking she could come back here again for a quick, easy fuck. She’d get way more than a quick fuck from the other guys in that bar. And there wouldn’t be anything easy about it.

He glanced at his watch. Three minutes.

Isaac lifted his helmet over his head. He kicked the stand free, revved the gas, and turned the bike toward the exit.

His headlamp washed over Ava coming toward him. His stomach jumped. His body surged with excitement, anticipation, hunger.

She strapped her purse across her body and came to a stop beside him.

He let the bike idle and leaned back, pulling off his helmet.

They stared at each other for a long, hot minute. She was really stunning. Fresh and young and refined. Her mind and her tongue were quick. Her will strong. She reminded Isaac of the women he used to date—lawyers and doctors and corporate women. The kind of women who bored Isaac to death. Until now. Until he thought of dominating her.

“I-I told my friend we were going for a ride,” she told him.

The double meaning made him smile. Her safety measures—as minimal as they were—also gave him a sliver of relief. At least she hadn’t just disappeared with a stranger without telling anyone.

“Have you ridden?” he asked.

“No.”

“Come here.”

She took two more steps toward him.

“Count backward from one hundred,” he told her.

“Wh—”

“No questions. Just do it.”

She licked her lips. “One hundred, ninety-nine, ninety-eight, ninety-seven—”

“Done.” He slid the helmet over her head, then fastened the strap.

“Why’d you want me to do that?” Her question came muffled behind the helmet.

“To see how drunk you are.” He tested the security of the helmet. “Climb on.”

Ava hiked her skirt, giving him a glimpse of smooth thighs, then grabbed his biceps to pull herself onto the bike behind him. She found the footrests and intimately pressed the front of her body to the back of his. She was warm and soft, with lots of curves.

By the end of their short drive, one of two things would have happened. The rumble of the bike between her thighs would have her hot and wet and ready to fuck. Or the night air would have awakened her common sense, and she’d want to return to her friend at the bar.

He spent the short drive making plans for both scenarios. He’d start dirty. If she could handle that, he’d get rough. If she wasn’t begging to go back to the bar, he’d give her the ride of her sheltered life.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

He huffed a laugh but didn’t answer. Now she thought to ask?

Eight minutes later, he slowed, steered off-road, and coasted along a gravel path, through thick brush and low branches until the lake came into view. The water was black with a cone of moonlight rippling on the quiet surface.