Without saying another word, she walks over to the stage and grabs Karson’s arm to get her attention.
This has her friend looking over at me, giving me a thumbs up, as Brooke speaks into her ear.
I offer her a smile, feeling my heart race as Brooke walks back over to me and wraps her arm around my neck, pulling me in so she can talk. “I’ll meet you outside. Just have to use the bathroom before we leave.”
“I’ll be right outside the door.”
I just hope she likes fast bikes.
I have a feeling we can both use a little adrenaline rush tonight and I plan to give her just that.
As she walks away, I send a quick text to Rowdy, before shoving my phone in my pocket and heading for the door.
I don’t even make it two feet, when some brunette grabs onto me from out of nowhere and pulls me down close to her. “Come sing with me?”
“Sorry, babe.” I offer her a smile and remove her hands from my chest. “I’m just leaving with someone.”
“Such a shame.” She shakes her head and gives me a pouty face. “I’ve had my eye on you since you walked through that door. Guess I should’ve made my move sooner.”
She backs away from me, looking my body up and down, before spinning on her heels and rushing over to a group of her friends.
They all seem to look my way, while she most likely tells them everything we just said.
Now, that I’m free again, I make my way outside and across the parking lot to where my Hayabusa is parked.
Straddling it, I place my helmet in my lap and look up to see Brooke exiting the bar, right as I start the engine.
A confident smile takes over as I sit here for a moment and watch her looking around her as if she’s worried I’ve left without her.
Nah, I just had to park all the way across the lot since this place is packed tonight. There’s no way I’d leave here without her.
I’m ready for a little fun tonight. Hell, it’s been a long damn time since I’ve played on my bike and I want her to see just how in control I’m in.
Gripping my bike, I take off slowly and lean forward until my weight is over the handlebars. Once I’m in front of Brooke with her facing my direction, I squeeze the front brake, making the back wheel come off the pavement.
She watches me in wonder as my front wheel comes to a stop right in front of her legs, before my back wheel comes back down to meet the ground.
Her body is more than safe and well looked after in my hands. I’m known for being a little reckless, but I’m even more well known for taking care of a woman’s body.
Brooke’s eyes widen as if she’s impressed with my little stunt, but I can see behind her wonder that she’s a little nervous about getting on this thing. “That was pretty amazing. How did . . .” She shakes her head and smiles as if she doesn’t know what to say. “I’ve never been on a motorcycle before, Jameson. I’m a little nervous, although I have a feeling you’re pretty in control.”
I grab her hand and pull her to me, before sliding my helmet on her head with a smirk. “I’m well in control. You’re safe in my hands. Just hold on tight.”
Without any hesitation, she hops on the back of my bike and wraps her arms around my waist, holding on for dear life. “I’m ready.” She yells over my shoulder. “Holy shit,” I hear her say against my back. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
Filled with adrenaline, I take off, turning down a side road for now, that I know will have less traffic.
I want her to get comfortable with being on my bike, before I have fun with her. She needs to know she’s good with me, so I don’t scare her away from ever getting back on my bike.
So, we ride through the light traffic for about twenty minutes, her remaining calm as I weave my way through traffic, being sure to keep us safe.
I just want to give her a taste of what it feels like to let loose on this damn thing and feel free for a while.
“I trust you,” she says, while moving her hands up higher to wrap around my chest. “You can go fast now. I’m ready.”
I smile and reach my hand back to scoot her ass closer to me. “Stay against me. Tap me if you need me to slow down.”
Pulling out onto the open road, I lean forward, and take off fast, feeling her body mold to mine as she buries her face into my back.
No other vehicles are around, giving us the space to own the road and reach ninety mph.
My bike can reach up to one-eighty-six, but there’s no way in hell I’d do that with her on the back of it.
Knowing she’s trusting me with her life right now, gives me a rush. Katie never trusted my bike. Even though she’s seen me do many tricks on it in the past.
“Faster, Jameson,” Brooke yells over my shoulder, while squeezing me.
Smiling, I speed up until we reach one-ten, giving her the rush she’s asking for. She’s squeezing me so damn tightly I can barely breathe. Her nails are now digging into my chest, making me want to stop this bike so I can fuck her.
It turns me on when a woman is rough with my body.
So, I gradually slow us back down to sixty, to get her grip on me to loosen up.
I feel my breathing pick up as her hands lower down my body, her fingertips taking their time over every ridge of muscle as if she’s turned on by being on the back of my bike.
Well, I’m definitely turned on with having her on the back.
“Fuck,” I growl to myself, before pulling over and helping her off the back. I can’t handle her hands on me right now. I’m going to end up doing something really fucking stupid and outside of my plan if she continues.
Turning off my bike, I jump off and step over to her, grabbing for my helmet, before tossing it down into the grass.
My chest moves fast, as I flex my jaw and take my time, looking over her beautiful fucking body.
I’m fighting with everything in me right now, not to just set her on the back of my bike and fuck her.
I want to hear her scream and feel her nails dig into my flesh as I pound into her, taking her deep. So fucking deep.
“Something wrong?” Brooke questions, her confused eyes meeting mine as she breathes heavily, still trying to come down from our rush. “Something upset you?”
Without saying a word, I throw my leg over my bike, straddling it backwards, before I grab her hips and pull her close. “Not at all. I just wanted to stop and do this for a moment.”
Gripping her hips, I lean back and pull her against my bike, letting her know I want her to straddle my lap.
I can see the pulse in her neck quicken as she holds onto my arm and climbs on top of me.
Keeping my feet planted on the ground for support, I grab the back of her neck and pull it toward me so I can speak into her ear. “It would be so hot to fuck you right here on the back of my bike. You have no idea how much restraint it’s taking not too.” I push her body down, grinding my hard cock between her legs. “Ever rode someone’s dick on the back of a fast bike?”
She shakes her head and releases a breath as my thumb brushes over the front of her neck, before my hand wraps around it. “I would let you ride my dick right now to show you what it feels like, but Cole doesn’t know I’m with you.”
I can feel her body shake above mine, as she most likely imagines what it would be like if I fucked her here on my bike.
It has me grinding my cock harder between her legs.
“Yeah,” she breathes, while placing her hand on my chest and digging her fingers in. “So, that’s the difference from the night you showed up at my apartment. He knew you’d be there giving me a show. Is that your guy’s thing?”
“Yes,” I admit, with my jaw clenched tightly. “Let’s just say it makes the other person work harder at pleasuring you. But I’m not meant to fuck you alone, Brooke. I might cross that line if I don’t get you back soon. My plans tonight, weren’t supposed to involve stopping by the karaoke bar.”
Her nails dig into my arm as I grind my hips into her agai
n and squeeze her neck tighter. “I can’t handle this, Jameson. I just.” Her voice begins to shake with pleasure. “I can’t help myself when it comes to you. It’s like my whole fucking body just aches to feel you. It’s stupid . . . I know. This never happens to me.”
My cock hardens even more from her words as I watch her lips move so damn close to mine, just waiting to be tasted. They’re so fucking sexy that I want nothing more than to say fuck it and kiss her. “I probably shouldn’t do this. But fuck it.”
With a growl, I crush my lips against hers, tugging and pulling as I slide a hand down between our bodies, shoving it into the front of her jeans.
I need to feel her right now. It took every bit of my restraint not to, that night at her apartment, but she’s too damn close for me not to.
Brooke leans her head back and moans out as I slide my finger over her wetness, before shoving it into her pussy and roughly biting her neck.
I can feel her heart hammering against my chest as I begin to slide my finger in and out, before shoving a second finger inside and stopping.
This pussy is sure to send me over the edge soon.
“Why do you have to be so wet for me?” I question against her ear, angry with my damn self. “It has me stingy as fuck, making me want to fuck you right here and right now. I’ve always wanted to take someone on my bike. I always tend to fuck on ones that aren’t mine.”
Her hands move around my body to grab onto my back, her nails digging into my shirt as I begin to move my hips into her as if we’re fucking. “Then do it, Jameson?” she breathes in desperation. “I’ve been wanting you to since you bought me that shot. And you knew the second you walked into my apartment you’d have me wanting you even more by the time you left. You did this to me.”
She’s right, there. I wanted to get under her skin and make her want me. It worked.
“I fucking can’t.” I pump my fingers into her pussy a few more times, knowing she’s so damn close to coming undone in my lap. “But you can imagine my dick going in and out of you, instead of my fingers.”
Her moans become louder and she begins grinding her hips above me, getting desperate for release now. “That’s it.” I squeeze a third finger inside, because she’s going to need a lot more than just a couple of fingers to imagine it’s my dick she’s riding.
I’d use a forth if I thought it’d fit, but fuck, she’s so damn tight.
It would be so easy to just say fuck Cole and take her right here, but that’s not what I had in mind when I decided I was going to make him work for Brooke.
My plan was to make her want me enough to the point she’d beg Cole to let her have us both at the same time.
Not to fuck her behind Cole’s back and build any kind of attachment. Even if I do hate him for what he did to me. That’s the last thing I want. She still needs to fall for Cole.
I need to be careful with Brooke or I could screw this whole thing up.
“I want to touch you when I come for you,” she says quickly, out of breath. “Let me touch you.”
One look into her demanding eyes and I know I’m going to give her what she wants.
Even with the car coming down the road, toward us, I reach down with my free hand and undo my pants, pulling my hard cock out.
Satisfied, Brooke reaches for it, taking it in both hands as I continue to finger fuck her.
“Holy shit . . .” she breathes. “Keep going. Keep going . . .”
I find myself beginning to moan out as she strokes me, her hands running over my dick as if she owns it.
It has me losing control, so I pull my hand out of her jeans, and pick her up, setting her down on my bike so I can get off.
Breathing heavily, she digs her heels into the dirt, looking up at me, confused.
“Turn around,” I demand.
Doing as told, she spins around so she’s facing the back of my bike, just like I was.
This allows me to rip her jeans open and yank them down her legs, so she’s left in her red thong and high heeled boots.
I take a second to enjoy the view of her of straddling my bike half-naked, while I stroke myself for her like I did the other night.
She watches me, with a need that’s driving her mad. I’d say I more than did my part of making her want me.
I just didn’t expect to want her just as much or even more. I’m fighting so damn hard not to just slide her panties to the side and slip inside of her, owning her pussy.
“Fuck . . . come here.” I grab the back of her neck and guide her closer to me.
Her eyes lower to my chest as I pull my t-shirt off and throw it in the grass, giving her a nice view to get off to, since I’ve already covered my cock back up.
I had to or I knew it’d get me into bigger trouble than I’m looking for.
Pushing her panties to the side, I slide my fingers back in, pumping in and out as I lean in to kiss her.
The way her tongue flicks out to lick my bottom lip as I pull away is almost enough to make me kiss her again, but I know the kissing needs to fucking stop.
Her taste has me craving to suck and devour her lips as if they’re mine to own, but they’re not. Kissing her feels too damn good for me to continue it without losing control.
Fuuuuck!
I need to finish getting her off so I can get her home, before I end up doing the biggest asshole thing I can do.
A few pumps later and I feel her clench around my fingers as she bites my shoulder.
“Oh shit, Jameson . . .” Her breath is heavy against my skin as she comes down from her orgasm. “This . . . this was one of the hottest, craziest things I’ve ever done.” She looks toward the road as another car passes us. That’s when I feel her laugh against my chest, realizing anyone could’ve seen us if they stopped long enough to look.
“You weren’t worried about someone seeing us?” I grin as her hands run down my bare chest and abs, before she reaches into my pants and begins stroking my cock.
“No.” She bites her bottom lip and continues to stroke me as if I’m hers, to do what she pleases with. “It only made it more exciting. I like not knowing what to expect.”
“Fuck, Brooke . . .” I lean my head back and close my eyes, enjoying her hands all over my body.
Each place she touches me feels as if it’s on fire, from her the feel of her skin.
It’s a reminder of what I need to do.
“Fucking shit . . .” I growl, while stopping her hands from touching me. “I can’t handle your hands on me without wanting to lose control and when I lose control, there’s no fucking stopping it.”
Turning away from me, she lets out a frustrated breath and leans back on the seat. “You and Cole need to stop this torturing and take me already. It’s too much to take.”
“You want us to fuck you at the same time?”
My question has her sitting up to look at me. “It’s all I’ve been able to think about for days. I’ve never been so sexually frustrated in my life.”
I grab her hand and help her off my bike, us both quickly getting decent again.
“Then, I’ll make sure that happens. You just better make sure you can handle the both of us. It’s not just some fifteen minute thing. It’s an all night deal when it comes to us.”
She looks a little nervous, but nods her head and grabs the back of my neck, pulling my face down so our lips are almost touching. “I can handle it. Don’t worry about me.”
Smiling with satisfaction, I reach for my helmet and slide it back on Brooke’s head, before helping her on my bike.
Looks like it’s time to get my buddy Cole on board . . .
Jameson
ON THE RIDE TO MY house, thoughts of Brooke’s soft lips against mine fucking consume me, making it hard to think clearly.
It wasn’t supposed to feel as good as it did. I wasn’t supposed to want to keep kissing her and claim her as my own, but I did.
That’s exactly why I had to put a stop to things tonight, before it wa
s too late. Apparently, being alone with Brooke is a bad idea. Something I’m now very aware of.
I need to be careful when it comes to her. One wrong touch could be enough to change the game. One wrong kiss could be enough to destroy it.
My intentions were to get under her skin just enough to make her want me sexually. I wanted Cole to feel what it’s like, knowing someone he’s supposed to trust has been inside his girl.
All I wanted was something strong enough to make me forget how he betrayed me. Something a lot fucking stronger than the bottom of a damn whiskey bottle, because all that seems to do is temporally numb the pain.
That’s not good enough for me anymore.
I need it to go away completely and the only thing my fucked-up mind can come up with is to make him feel my pain.
Damn, I’m an asshole.
When I dropped Brooke off at home, I half expected Cole to be waiting outside for her, ready to rip my head off.
Taking her alone, to the middle of nowhere, was probably a shitty thing on my part. Ruining his chance with Brooke isn’t what I’m going for, yet I came so damn close to just giving in and fucking her.
It took every bit of restraint not to. Especially knowing how badly she wanted me to.
“Well, what do you know.”
My whole body tenses up when I pull up in front of my house to see Cole’s Charger parked in the driveway.
The car’s not running and I don’t see him leaning against it, so I can only assume he somehow got one of Rowdy’s keys to let himself inside.
Leave it up to Rowdy’s high ass to keep a stockpile of my keys since he keeps losing and finding them. Last I checked his ass had at least ten “safely” tucked away in a drawer.
Safe my ass . . .
Feeling tense, I take in a deep breath and slowly release it as I slide my helmet off and walk into my already open front door.
My eyes immediately land on Cole relaxing with a drink in hand, in the chair that sits in front of the fireplace.
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