“Mira, hold on a second. There’s got to be an explanation for this.” I look around and don’t see the surprise that was supposed to have been here by now. My level of frustration is growing by the second. I pull out my cell phone and walk away from a very pissed off, scared Mira, pretending to call the police.
I send a text to my uncle.
ME – WHAT. THE. FUCK.
I’m staring at my phone waiting for a text back, when all of a sudden, pissed off Mira turns terrified and she’s firmly attached to my side.
“Sky, what’s going on?” I look in the direction her eyes are focused, and as the first headlight turns on, I know exactly who it is and my mind rests. I put my phone away and wrap my arms around Mira.
“Sweets, it’s alright. Just look.”
One by one, in the distance, single headlights turn on and the roar of motorcycles is undeniable. As the last bike is started, they start a procession across the street, aimed directly for us. There must be at least twenty bikes, which is ten more than I was expecting. One guy gets off a motorcycle and casually walks back across the street, gets in my car and drives away. The confusion written all over Mira’s face makes me laugh. I’m going to give this poor girl a heart attack.
“Sky, that guy just drove away with your car. Do something!” Mira shouts, still terrified, but that fear is quickly turning to anger. My little tiger is about to chase down a biker, in heels, to get my car back.
“Mi, baby, they’re here for us. This is my club. Stop freaking out.”
My uncle gets off his bike; Kink climbs off the back and stands next to him. Prowler hands me a backpack and tells me the keys to my bike are in the ignition. I peel Mira off my side, take her hand and walk her to my bike.
“Skylar, I’m wearing a dress. I can’t get on this bike.” My sweet girl doesn’t realize I’ve thought ahead. I texted Kylee earlier and told her to pack a change of clothes for Mira and my uncle would be by to pick them up a few hours later.
“Don’t worry; everything you’ll need is in here. I’ll block you so you can change real quick. Just put your dress in the backpack and you can wear it back.”
The wind burned pink of Mira’s cheeks turns red in a heartbeat. “I’m not wearing any panties,” she whispers. I’m dying with laughter. So much for my sweet tiger; Mira’s a feisty minx.
“It’s okay, just pull the jeans on under the dress and I promise nobody will see your ass then pull the shirt on over the top. I’ll help you get the dress off when you’re ready.”
Mira takes my advice, while I’m blocking her, as moving as slow as molasses. When it comes time to take her dress off, I tell her to keep her arms inside the shirt. I carefully unzip the fabric, trying not to touch bare skin since I’m already about to snap, and pull the dress out the top of her shirt. Mira takes the jacket out of the backpack and puts it on. She hands me her earlier attire to put back inside as she ties her sneakers. She didn’t see it.
“Mira, you’re forgetting something.”
“What is it?”
She’s still tying the laces and not looking at me. I carefully take the vest out of the backpack and hold it out to her with both hands, the back of it facing her. When she sees what I have, she stops breathing.
“Sky?” Alarm floods her eyes. Fuck it, alarm is better than disgust.
“Do you like it?” I pray she says yes. I’ve never put myself out here like this. Never in my entire life.
Mira stands up and walks to me. She traces the lettering on the back of the vest and her lips curl upward and her eyes light up. My girl is happy. She likes it.
“Are you sure?” Could she be anymore clueless? This is all I’ve ever wanted; to be with her, to take her as my own and make her feel like she’s special. What’s more special to a biker than putting a property patch on a woman? Nothing, that’s what.
“Sweets, yeah, this is what I want. I’ve never been so sure about anything. I told you that I’m not playing with this whole dating thing. If you put this on, we’re all in; no going back. The question is, are you sure?”
The little minx turns around and shuffles one arm in and then the other. Turning back to face me, she zips the material together and does a full turn, showing off her vest. This might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. The only girl I have ever wanted like this is wearing a vest that clearly says “Property of Axe” and she couldn’t be happier about it.
“So, does this mean I get a nickname too?” Mira teases. She’s so excited, she hasn’t looked down. I purposely had a name patch put on the front for her. I point to her chest and she gasps. Sweets. It’s the only name that could ever fit her.
Mira leaps to me, kissing me hard. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her. She’s sexy and doesn’t even know it. I know she tries but God, Mira can wake up with a hangover and she’s still the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.
The rumble of the motorcycles is acting like white noise, drowning out the world, and I almost forget where we are until Prowler claps me on the back.
“Let’s get on the road, son.”
“You heard the man, Mira. Let’s get on the road.” Mira giggles as I climb on the bike, waiting for her to join me. She pulls her cell from the backpack and asks me to take a picture of her back. I hand her phone back with the photo still pulled up on the screen and she smiles wildly. She does something, shoves it back inside and puts the backpack over her shoulders.
“What did you do?” I ask, as she adjusts herself on the back.
“Sent it to Ky.” Not only is she excited to wear my patch but she’s bragging to her closest friend. I’m on top of the world and nothing can bring me down tonight.
We follow in procession, in the middle of the pack, the entire way back to the clubhouse. It’s the longest I’ve had Mira on the back of my bike and it feels damn good. Under my helmet, my smile is huge and I can’t stop; I tried.
When we get to the clubhouse I’m surprised to find it dead. Being a Friday night, this is usually a pretty big night to make money. I ask Prowler and he tells me that it’s closed so we can celebrate. “Our Axe is all grown up with an ol’ lady of his own,” he says. Apparently, they all knew how I felt for Mira and were waiting for me to make my move.
“I’m glad that you’re proud of me,” I say, my voice laced with sarcasm. I’m joking around with him but somewhere inside, I am happy he’s proud of me. Prowler has been like a second dad my whole life and his opinion does mean a lot to me.
Since there are no other clubs here tonight, we can cut loose and not have to worry about politics. Mira and I find seats at the bar and order a round of drinks and two shots of tequila; Mira’s choice. Kink’s working behind the bar and she gets to work on mixing up Mira’s Sprite and cotton candy vodka and my Jaeger on the rocks.
Mex starts working at the DJ booth, playing a mix of music. It’s a true Hooliganz party in effect right now. The other ol’ ladies have stolen Mira from me, wanting to get to know her better. She looks to be in her element; not intimated but enjoying herself. If I could have sat down and written out every quality I wanted in a girl, it would be Mira… exactly. She’s perfect; perfect for me.
I finally get the courage to take Mira back from the other girls. I’m no pussy, but those girls can be a feisty bunch, especially when they’ve been drinking and are latched onto a new friend. Instead of staying downstairs drinking, I take Mira up to my room.
Once inside, I grab Mira and latch my mouth to hers. I’ve had to share her for far too long and now that I have her alone, I plan on taking full advantage of it. The last time we were together in this room, things almost got out of control. We stopped, not because we wanted to or she wasn’t ready, but because of deep rooted guilt. There’s no guilt here tonight.
My tongue brushes against her lips. Mira opens her mouth and moans into mine when I kiss her deeper. Mira shoves her hands into my hair, breaking apart the gel holding my hair in place, her fingers massaging my scalp. I want to grab onto her so badly
but I can’t stop running my fingers across the back of the vest; the words that show the world she belongs to me.
“I want you to lead the pace, Mira. I don’t wanna push you too far. I want all of you when you’re ready.” I can’t risk ruining this because I’m so fucking hard I can’t see straight.
“I’ll be right back,” Mira whispers, walking into the attached bathroom. If I put her off already, I’m going to lose my shit.
I sit on the bed, impatiently waiting for Mira to get out of the bathroom; my mind racing. I hear the shower start running and then hear Mira humming on the other side of the door. Did she stop kissing me to take a fucking shower?
“Mira, you okay in there?” I knock on the door and wait; no response but the humming continues.
“Mi, come on. Are you okay?” This is the last time I’m going to knock before I break the damn door down.
Mira opens the door a crack and peeks through the opening, “Everything’s fine. Wanna come in?” Her emerald eyes are sparkling with mischief. She’s up to no good. I can read this girl like a book and she’s got something up her sleeve.
“Yeah, I’m coming in.” Mira opens the door further but hides behind it until I’m inside the bathroom. The door latches closed and I see what she’s been up to, and holy hell, I’m not going to last.
Standing in front of me is the most beautiful girl I know; naked except for the property vest she’s wearing. She has the front unzipped but it’s still hiding her tits.
“How’s this for controlling the pace?” Mira mocks.
She thinks she’s going to stand here, in my bathroom, wearing my colors and mock me? Silly girl.
I waste no time stalking my prey. I know that Mira can’t resist my coy grin; it’s her kryptonite and I’m going all in right now. I bring myself nose to nose with her and put my mouth as close to hers as possible without actually touching her.
“You shouldn’t play games you can’t win, Sweets,” I whisper, annunciating every syllable.
I haven’t even touched her yet and she’s already panting; wanting and waiting. “I already won.”
All self control goes out the window. For me, the last four years have been foreplay and tonight has been torture; restraining myself from taking her anywhere I could get her alone. Now she’s standing here, wearing something so close to my heart, begging for it; who am I to deny her?
I shrug the vest off her shoulders and hang it over the towel rack. Mira’s still trying to be in control, and it’s adorable but not happening. I’m going to show her exactly who she belongs to; where she belongs. Backing her toward the shower stall, I take her by the hair, manipulating her head to the perfect angle to devour her.
Thankfully, she’s unbuttoning my shirt and pulls it off, since I don’t really care to get under the running water fully clothed. My shirt is piled on the floor and she starts in on my jeans; flipping open the button and working down the zipper. I let go of her hair and finish the rest, not breaking the kiss. I’ve waited too long for this moment to waste a single second.
I’m only in my boxers when Mira pulls back. She quickly turns around, showing off her perfectly round ass, and grinning over her shoulder. She’s baiting me and I’m playing right into the trap. I quickly drop my boxers, trying to win back control, and her eyes drift south. Mira’s mouth parts and a slight moan escapes her lips. I’ve got you right where I want you.
Not taking my eyes off hers, I walk into the shower, moving her back toward the spray. When she’s fully under the nozzle, I go back to her hair, making sure it’s saturated. I take the bottle of shampoo and conditioner mixture and massage it into her thick locks. Mira’s eyes are closed tight, her tits rising and falling quickly with the shallow breaths she’s taking. Her lips are turned up and the panting noises coming from her make my dick throb; begging for release.
I rinse the soap from her hair and start washing her body when she stops me. Looking at me, hungrily, Mira moves her hands down my body, gripping me tight when she reaches my cock.
“Thanks but this is what I was looking for.” The sound of her voice alone has me ready to burst. I try calming down and think about baseball, my grandma or my parents having sex but nothing helps; I’m about to be unraveled and it’s all because of Mira Adams.
Mira starts stroking me root to tip, and it’s the most amazing feeling. I lean my head against the cool tiled wall. Mira’s hand is working over time; no longer long and fluid movements but quick and perfectly paced to get off. “Fuck my life, Sweets, you need to slow down,” I say between groans.
“Babe, there’s going to be fucking, but it’s not gonna be your life.” With Mira’s sultry voice ringing in my ears, I grab her hand, pushing her backward.
“Not so fast, Sweets. I have plans for you.” I make a dash for the wash cloth and run it over my body quickly with some soap. I try to be nice and wash her but she rejects the idea. This makes my life just a little easier; I have some prep to do in the bedroom before she’s done.
“See ya when you’re done,” I say as I step out of the shower. Mira’s jaw drops almost all the way to the floor, frozen in place. “Don’t forget your vest when you come out.”
I grab a towel from the rack above the toilet and walk into my room. I don’t have candles or anything so I have to make do with the tools I do have; radio, dim lights and myself. I sit on the edge of the bed, hearing the shower still running, and think about jerking off just to make sure I last longer. It’s a running joke around here that you don’t want to fuck a girl you really want on nut number one; you always prepare and go at her on nut number two.
Thinking of Mira and only Mira, I take myself in my hand. Base to head I stroke myself in slow fluid movements. The more I think about the soap running between the crevice of Mira’s generous tits, down her tight flat stomach, and finally making its way to the bare lips I yearn to taste, my strokes become shorter and quicker. With my other hand, I grip my balls and gently massage them as I imagine tasting her sweet essence and having her on my tongue. I feverishly pump faster, gripping myself tight, dreaming that my hand is Mira’s tight walls milking my own orgasm. It’s mere seconds later and I’m thrusting my hips upward with my final strokes, allowing my release to erupt violently across my stomach.
I barely finish taking care of myself when I hear the shower turn off and feet slapping against wet tile. I hide the evidence and dim the lights to a sexier level and decide against the radio in fear of commercials that talk about less than sexy things. Mira walks out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel that’s a little too short and doesn’t quite meet in the front leaving her thigh exposed and the cut thrown over her arm. Mira puts the vest down on the dresser and turns to face me.
“Do you have anything for me to wear?” Mira has to be smarter than this. Tonight isn’t going to be one of those nights where clothing is needed; in fact, it’s prohibited.
“Come here,” I say, not caring that I’m stark naked as I walk toward her and reach for the towel. I take the part that’s stuck into the top by her tits and pull it loose, letting the material fall to the floor.
“You’re so beautiful.” I pick Mira up; she molds her body to mine and locks her ankles behind my back. I don’t think it matters at this point who kissed who first; all that matters is we’re one in this moment.
I gently lay Mira on top of the blanket and let my hands roam over her damp skin, feeling the softness in places I’ve only dreamed of before. It’s a selfish thought, I know, but I can’t help but take my time even as Mira’s withering below me. By the time I’m getting to her tits, I feel like the whole nut number two thing was a fucking lie.
I take my time giving affection to Mira’s ‘more than a handful’ tits, massaging and kneading them, tweaking and pinching her nipples and round it off with a bite that has her back arching off the bed. The flexibility of this girl is unreal. It’s when I start kissing down her stomach, stopping just above her pubic bone, that I see Mira’s true colors.
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Don’t toy with me, Sky. Please. Come on,” Mira begs, wiggling up the bed to give me better access. Just when she thinks she has me, I move to the side and kiss the inside of her thigh, purposely letting my face rub against her most sensitive parts. She’s going to come apart at any minute. Next time I won’t be so kind and I’ll make her need to come more than she needs to breathe; this time, I’ll give in and show her why she’s going to be happy with me for the rest of her life.
I lightly run my tongue across her lips, opening them with my thumbs to find the sweet spot I’m looking for. I latch onto her clit, alternating between sucking and lightly biting. As I suspected, Mira shoots off like a rocket in a matter of seconds, grabbing the back of my head and shoving me further into her body riding out the waves of pleasure.
I want this night to be all about Mira, so I’m surprised when I try to climb back up the bed to kiss her neck and she pushes me back. I’m about to question her but she pushes me onto my back and climbs over my legs, straddling my waist. I hope she continues to shock me like this forever, a man can get used to this.
“I’ve been dreaming of this before I knew it was a dream.” Mira looks lost in her head. I know we were together during the coma but I need her to be with me right now, in this moment.
“Sweets, look at me. I need you here.” I gently lift her up and angle myself at her entrance. When our eyes meet, I slowly enter; my face probably contorting with a mixture of pain and ecstasy. Mira’s wet enough to take me, but holy hell, the girl is tight.
“Fuck, Mira, you feel amazing.” Mira starts moving, slowly at first gradually picking up speed. Sitting straight up, rocking her hips, I’m getting a full view of her glorious body.
“Oh God, Skylar, this is even better than I dreamed.” I want to reach up and caress Mira’s tits but she takes that over for me. With one hand on my leg, holding her body up while she rocks against me, the other is manipulating her nipple, slightly pulling on the erect peak.
Since my hands are free, I grab onto Mira’s hips and thrust into her as she’s moving. I need to be closer, I need to feel closer. Pushing myself into a sitting position, I cradle Mira in my lap; thrusting into her.
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