7. Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Tyler
Damn, this girl knows how to push my morals even when she doesn’t know it’s me she’s pushing.
What would she do if I ripped off my mask and reveled the that man she’s chasing tonight is the same man she’s been pulling away from for weeks? Would she run? Or would she double down and keep pushing me to join her in her troublemaking behavior?
I won’t even ask myself what I’ll do. I already know that I’ll do whatever it takes to get close to her. It’s why I’ve refused to put myself in this situation before tonight. But seeing her in that skin-tight body suit with those jocks eyeing her like she was their next meal pushed me right to her side. And once I was there without her pulling away—since she didn’t know it was me —I couldn’t walk away.
I definitely can’t walk away after feeling her body against mine in ways I’ve only fantasized about. I could feel the heat of her pussy though our clothes when I had her pinned against the wall. If it weren’t for the constant audible reminders that we were in public, I probably would have come in my pants.
“I’d rather skip the drinks and get straight to blowing your mind,” I tell her, hoping her lust is still driving her enough to skip the bar. When she tsks in disappointment and pulls her phone out to get an Uber, I take it from her. “But if you’re that thirsty, ” I growl. “I’ll take you to Hanger 7 and buy you a drink.”
Her smile lights up her whole face in a way I’ve never seen before, and I wish she knew it was me she was smiling at like that. Although, she’s about to because there’s no way she won’t recognize my bike.
“My mother warned me about getting into cars with strange men,” she teases, quoting The Dark Knight as I pull her through the rows of parked vehicles.
“This isn’t a car,” I say the next line as we stop next to my bright blue Ninja.
I watch her as she looks between me and my bike like she’s torn about her next move, and I realize that she’s not surprised at all. Somehow, she already knew it was me and I just played right into her game by revealing myself.
Now she knows . She knows that I’ll not only look the other way when she gets into trouble, but that I’ll join her if she asks me to. She knows that I haven’t just been playing with my request for dates in lieu of fines, but I’ve been begging to get close to her. What will she do with that knowledge?
I wait for her to speak, to acknowledge me. When she doesn’t, I hold out my helmet. “Take those ears off and put this on.”
Once the helmet is snug on her head, I climb onto the bike and wait for her to climb on behind me before I push my mask up so that the face piece rests on top of my head. Maybe we can drag this game out a little longer if I don’t show my face.
Instead of parking in the front lot of the bar, I pull around back where the property buts up to the forest. I pull through a few of the trees until the lights from the building no longer reach us before I shut the bike off and pull the mask back into place.
“Isn’t it dangerous for me to ride on the back of a motorcycle while intoxicated?” Ricki asks once we’re both standing.
“It is. It would also prohibit me from continuing what you started earlier. But you won’t be intoxicated,” I tell her with a dark chuckle. “I said I’d buy you a drink. I didn’t say it would have alcohol in it.”
“Well played, Batman.” She lets out a little laugh and I’m relieved that she didn’t get pissed at me for misleading her. “In that case, I don’t think I want to go inside at all.”
Before I can stop her, she lifts her hands and pushes my mask up, revealing my face just in time for her lips to find mine. In all the fantasies I’ve had about kissing her, not one of them had her making the first move. But when her tongue glides along my lips before plunging in to tangle with mine, I realize that my imagination will never live up to the real thing.
I grip her ass with one hand as the other glides up her spine to pull her closer to me. When I reach the zipper at the top of her body suit, she breaks our kiss.
“Unzip me,” she says in a breathy whisper.
I should stop this. Dark wooded area or not, we’re still in public and we could get caught. But that somehow just makes it hotter. The fact that she’s willing to expose herself to me… for me …makes me ache for her.
I peel her body suit down to reveal what looks like a black sports bra and bikini underwear, but as soon as my thumb grazes her pebbled nipple through the material and I realize it’s a bathing suit, I chuckle.
“You really do live to swim, don’t you?” I ask as my thumbs run along band at the top of her ribs.
“Told ya.” Rather than the snarky voice she’s aiming for, it comes our raspy with lust. “Tyler, I want…” Her words are cut off by my lips as I dive in for another kiss before pulling back.
“Sorry,” I tell her, almost bashfully. “I needed another taste. Tell me what you want.”
Instead of speaking, she kisses me again as she takes my hand and guides it under the fabric of her bottoms. She moans when my middle finger brushes against her clit and the sound ignites something inside of me that I’ve never felt.
“So soft,” I say as I pull away from her mouth to kiss down her neck as my finger circles her clit with firm pressure before traveling lower. “So wet.”
“Yes!” She grinds on my hand, encouraging my finger to slip inside her. When I graze a rough patch in her smooth channel, she jolts like I’ve shocked her before letting out a wanton purr.
“You like that,” I realize out loud. “Tell me what else you like.”
“Rub my clit with your thumb,” she demands as she fucks my finger. “Just…like…that,” she says between whimpers as she unravels in front of me.
It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I can’t wait to see it again. With that thought in mind, I lift her to the seat of the bike before I drop to my knees to remove her boots and pull her body suit free. I stand and turn her so she’s straddling the seat and push her back to rest her head on the dash before I straddle the back tire and lean over to kiss her stomach. Her choppy breaths urge me on, and I kiss all the way down until I’m nibbling at her clit through the material of her bathing suit.
Wanting to taste her, I push the fabric aside and lick up her seam, moaning at her tangy flavor before lifting my face to say, “Tell me how you like it, Ricki.”
She lifts her hips to ride my face as she tells me exactly what she wants and I obey her every command, licking and nibbling until she’s writhing as she comes a second time.
“You’re spicy,” I say as I kiss my way up her body, climbing over the back seat and putting way too much faith in my kickstand to hold us up. When we don’t fall over, I lean forward and grip the handlebars next to her head as I kiss her lips.
When she attempts to grind against me, I drop one hand to her hip and hold her still. I laugh and nip at her pouting lip before telling her, “You’re gonna make us fall over if you keep doing that.”
“So, find another position,” she snaps playfully.
“Another time,” I tell her as I climb off the bike carefully before pulling her to sit sideways. “We better get out of here before we get busted.”
“Not yet,” she huffs when I reach for her body suit where I tossed it over the dash for her to rest her head on earlier and hand it to her. Instead of pulling it on, she reaches for my belt only to let out a disgruntled sound when I stop her.
“Not happening,” I tell her, pulling her hand to my mouth and kissing the inside of her wrist to ease the sting of rejection I see in her eyes. “I’m not exposing myself in public.”
“You’re such a good boy.” She rolls her eyes dramatically as she snatches her clothes from me.
Once she’s fully dressed, I pull her to stand and cup her cheek tenderly. “I am a good boy. I’d be your good boy if you’d have me.”
I watch her face as I wait for her response. Before she even speaks, I see the shutters going back up, blocking out everything we did tonight in favor of her self-imposed life of solitude.
“You’re not my anything,” she says with forced callousness. Now, it’s my turn to feel rejected, but unlike me, she does nothing to ease the sting. “This was fun. You rocked my world, Batman. But I don’t do relationships…or friendships…or whatever you thought this was going to be.”
Despite knowing they were coming, her words hurt. She doesn’t know that she’s the first girl I’ve ever touched—the first girl I’ve ever kissed other than a light peck—but she does know that I’m willing to bend my morals for her. Yet, she still won’t admit that she has the feelings for me I can see clear as day every time she looks at me.
If the rivalry we’ve created is the only way to keep her in my orbit, so be it. Because there’s no way in hell I’m letting her go after what I just shared with her. And there’s no way in hell she’s ever going to let us have this until she does what she came Thorngrove to do.
Without another word, we climb onto the bike and I start the engine before driving the long way back to her dorm. I both relish and hate the way she molds herself to my back and leans into the curves with me like we’ve been riding together forever. Our whole lives could be just like this, leaning in together instead of pushing each other away. But if she’s not willing to give in, then I’m not either.
The smile on her face when she removes the helmet almost stops my words, but I know that the ride is the cause of her exhilaration—not the fact that it was with me. So, I hold my hand up to stop her words before ticking off her transgressions on my fingers.
“So, public indecency, lude and lascivious conduct, and attempting to bribe a law enforcement officer with sex in exchange for alcohol.” Her smile falls a little with the first two before turning into an outright glare with the third, but I don’t let it stop me. “Those are all arrestable offenses, Miss Hargrove.” I use her last name out of spite because I want to hurt her the way she hurt me tonight.
“What’s it gonna cost me, this time?” Instead of the spunk I’ve come to expect from her, she looks utterly defeated. She thinks the only way she’s going to stay out of jail is to agree to whatever I ask of her. What she doesn’t realize is that I’d be in as much trouble as her if we’d been caught tonight.
“You’ll be my plus one to my family’s Christmas Eve dinner.” I cross my arms in front of me to look imposing, but also to put my own barrier between us since I’m finally realizing that I need one. “It’s at Aunt Chelsea’s house,” I deliver the final blow.
I’ve told her all about my connection to the brother she desperately wants to know but is too afraid to introduce herself to. Brady’s girlfriend, Skyler, is like a daughter of my aunt. So, there’s no way that they won’t be in attendance.
Ricki’s days of avoiding her brother are almost over. I just hope that this plan doesn’t backfire in my face. Because if I’ve forced her to meet him only for him to reject her, she’ll never forgive me.