I grab her by the hand and head toward the door. “Wait,” she says, “I have to tell my friend first.” I nod, and she scurries over to the table, not quite as confident on her feet as she was when she approached me. At the same time, Gunnar returns with two beers. I reach into my pocket and tuck the money back into the front pocket of his flannel.
“Looks like you’re double fisting, buddy,” I say, turning toward Winnie.
“Oh, you lucky man.” He smiles. “Go easy on her, though. You know she’s…delicate.”
I smile and slap him on the back. When Winnie comes back, I grab her by the hand, and we head out into the brisk night.
Chapter Three
Winnie
I don’t knowwhat I’m doing. A sudden sense of remorse washes over me, but the minute I crawl on Jase’s bike and wrap my arms around his trim waist, that feeling goes right out the window. Of course, this is crazy, but it also feels oddly right. I press my cheek against his broad back as we swerve around backroads.
It isn’t long until we pull into a long, gravel driveway and a charming cabin appears before us. Jase holds the bike steady for me as I dismount. It takes a second to get my land legs back, but Jase makes sure I’m steady. For a biker, he’s also quite the gentleman. I’ve never been around bikers before; maybe they’re all like that.
“This house is super cute.”
“You say that like you’re surprised. Did you think I lived in a shack?”
“That’s not what I’m—“
“Winnie, I’m kidding.” He pulls me up against him. Feeling his stiffness has me dripping down my leg. “Lighten up.” His hot lips find my neck and I gasp. The crickets around us are a symphony, the only witnesses to our moment. I press my hips harder up against him as he pulls my jacket off of my shoulder and kisses my collarbone. My nipples stiffen into rock-hard pebbles.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” he grunts in my ear. Then he abruptly pulls away, takes my hand, and leads me toward the front door. It’s hard for me to walk, panties so soaked they’re sticking to my lips. I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want this big, hulking biker.
Inside, he throws his keys in a bowl and takes off his leather jacket. I take mine off, too, and hang it up next to his. Without time to wonder what comes next, Jase throws me against the wall and gently presses my wrists over my head. “You’re so fucking sexy, Winnie.” His lips brush against mine when he speaks. My heart races in my chest. When his eyes meet mine, something unexpected happens; a feeling of safety and comfort washes over me. I realize that I’m in for more than I bargained.
Jase’s lips come crashing down on mine. His expert tongue explores my mouth, taking breaks to nibble at my bottom lip. “Let’s get this off of you.” He pulls my shirt up over my head and palms my breast over my lacy bra. His strong fingers feel so good. He pulls one strap down my shoulder, allowing one breast to spill out from its cup. He takes my rock-hard nub into his mouth and sucks it so hard I cry out with pleasure.
“Sorry,” he says, still kissing the round of my breast. “Your body drives me crazy. Let me know if I get too rough. I don’t want to hurt you.” He meets my eyes, and I know he’s telling the truth.
I can’t help but smile, nodding. “For sure, but you haven’t crossed a line yet.” I nibble on his earlobe and whisper, “It feels so good.”
His low growl resonates against my cheek, and before I have a chance to enjoy the moment, he lifts me up, throwing me over his shoulder. I don’t have time to react. This guy really is a brute. He sets me down in the bedroom, grabs a seat on the bed.
“Get those fucking clothes off.” His eyes dance up and down my body. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, a wave of self-consciousness suddenly washing over me. I’ve definitely had sex before, but this is a whole other level. Still, I do as he says.
Slowly I unhook my bra, letting my breasts bounce against my ribs. I love how he watches me, making me feel like the sexiest woman alive. “You like the way I look?”
“Baby, you are the fucking hottest princess I’ve ever seen.” I giggle. It sounds funny, but also his words encourage me. “Get those jeans off. I want to see that gorgeous ass of yours.”
I take a deep breath, then turn around and wiggle my jeans over my hips, then hook my thumbs in my panties. When I turn around, Jase is rubbing himself over his jeans. I tease him, bringing the lace panties down as painfully slow as possible, then kick them to the side once they hit the floor.
“Bend over.” He says, and part of me thinks it's gone too far, but that’s what tonight is about. I need to step out of my comfort zone. I spread my legs and bend all the way forward until I’m holding my ankles. “Jesus fucking christ.”
I don’t stay there long. I toss my hair as I stand, turning to face him. “You like what you see?”
“Get your sexy ass over here.” He stands, stepping out of his jeans. I rush to him, pulling his white t-shirt over his head. Standing there in just his boxer briefs, my mouth nearly hits the floor. His massive frame is nothing but pure muscle. I run my fingers through the hair on his chest, then take a risk and tug on his beard.
He lets out a little laugh. “What was that for?”
“I just wanted to grab your beard,” I say, wondering if I totally fucked up the mood. When he steps back and pulls his boxer briefs all the way down, causing his rock-hard length to spring to life, I know I haven’t.
I grip him with one hand and run my thumb over his tip, already sticky with pre-come. I drop to my knees and lick my lips. This is something I normally can live without, but I want him in my mouth I want to watch this big, burly mountain of a man squirm. He inhales sharply as I roll him around on my tongue. His saltiness tastes good to me. I use my hand to massage him and glance up, enjoying the look on his face, before sliding him all the way down my throat because two can play this little game.
Chapter Four
Jase