She takes my hand, spins around, and I follow her lead. We weave in and out of the throng of people, a woman bouncing on some guy’s cock is in the corner by the door. Nova isn’t even fazed, thank fuck. I’d have to kick a lot of people’s asses if she were.
“Where are you parked?” Nova asks over her shoulder.
“Far left.” I nod my head to where my matte black and chrome bike is parked, the ape hangers gleaming from the streetlights off in the distance.
“I should have known. You always park there when it’s a packed night.”
“These idiots are out drinking. I’m not trying to rebuild it. Hard enough to get the damn ape hangers where I wanted them.” Those were a bitch, especially for my damn build. I don’t tell her that my bike was worked on recently to add a seat for her. Otherwise, she’d be on a suction style seat, and that’d be a bitch on her thighs.
“I’d hate for that to happen. Then I’d only be able to ride you,” she jokes, darting off towards my bike, her ass swaying, her legs and shoulders bare. Nova isn’t in her tank top today. Nope, this shirt definitely shows off more, including her midriff. It almost looks like a bandana, and I swear to God if she’s bare beneath that damn useless excuse of a shirt, I’ll lose my shit.
I watch as she stands there, her arm on the hanger, a sultry look on her face. “Whatcha thinkin’ about, Nova?”
“Oh, nothing. Well, maybe that I’ll finally get to ride with you tomorrow night. Is it as freeing as they say it is?” she asks.
“Baby, you know what it’s like riding in your dad’s car, Nova, the windows down, him hot rodding it around town. It’s like that but better. Your arms and legs wrapped around me, the sun shining, the air whipping through your hair, the smell of the fresh scents of Valor surrounding us. It’s fucking heaven sent. There’s nothing better. Well, not yet, at least.” I wink at her and amble my body towards the bike. Getting back to work is what I need to do, but what I want is something else. I swing my leg over the bike. Nova turns around, almost hurt that I’m leaving without saying or doing anything else. I grab her by those sexy hips of hers, picking her up and placing her on my lap.
“Gage.” Her voice is low, guttural, exactly how she sounds when she comes for me.
“I know. Tomorrow night. It’s me and you, nothing around us or fucking shit up. No work. I’ll have my phone, and if the club needs me, that’s another story.” She rolls her eyes. “As if I didn’t already know that, but just do me a favor. If we ever go to the club and my dad is there, can you blindfold me? There’s no way I want to see what he’s doing and with whom.” Fuck, this woman has me laughing like I never have before.
“Yeah, baby. I can do that. Now, kiss me and get your ass back in the bar.” Nova slides closer to me, my hands gliding up her waist, wanting to see what she is wearing underneath the flimsy piece of fabric.
Nova’s lips slide against mine as my hands continue their path. Our tongues mesh together. She’s lost in our kiss while I’m multitasking because I will tan her ass red if she’s bare beneath her top.
“Thank fuck,” I mutter against her lips when I feel fabric instead of bare skin.
“I’m not that stupid. I do work at a bar that deals with every type of walking penis and girls who can be just as bad.”
“I kind of hate the fabric right now though. You wear this again, and it’s for me, you go bare,” I demand of her.
“Maybe. Now I have to get back to work before my boss fires me.” She winks at me because she knows that shit will never happen.
“You do that.” I kiss her one last time, becoming addicted to her taste, squeezing her closer to me, letting her feel what she does to me.
“Gage, this isn’t fair.” That doesn’t stop her from moving against my cock.
“You want to come right here? Does the thought of someone watching you ride my dick get you wet, Nova? Or is it that your pussy is so greedy for me, you couldn’t give two shits either way?”
“All of the above.” Her chest is heaving, making me want to say fuck it to her job and the custom bike I’m working on, take her back to the house, and fuck her raw until she’s too sore to stand, much less walk the next day.
“I know, Nova. Fuck do I know.” My lips travel to her neck, sucking on the skin at the hollow of her throat, leaving a mark. Maybe it’ll smart enough that she’ll feel it all night. She tips her head back, her cunt still rocking against my dick, adding to her small little whimpers. She’ll go off. But not yet. I still her hips and reluctantly stop myself from continuing to leave a trail of hickies across her neck.