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Sadie
Mr. Phenomenal Kisser and I talked about everything and nothing significant. Brutal Minnesota winters and how many times we skidded into a ditch. How hotdish was the greatest invention since sliced bread. I learned he was into football and spent his Sundays watching games. His favorite team was the Vikings, but only because he rooted for the home team instead of his home state’s team, the Chicago Bears.
I, on the other hand, had no interest in football, but I indulged him and acted interested, anything to avoid him asking me something personal. We hadn’t exchanged our names either. I was glad because I wouldn’t have told him the truth.
We were two strangers, acting out of the ordinary in a crazy, spontaneous way. I wanted to leave it at that.
“Would you like another beer?” He nodded at my glass.
“Thanks, but no. Two is my limit when I’m driving.” I pushed my empty plate away and cleaned the tips of my fingers with the napkin.
“That’s very responsible of you.” He finished his second beer, which I suspected was actually his fourth. He’d been at the bar before I arrived, and if I recalled correctly, two empty glasses had been there.
I sensed he was conflicted about staying with me. God, I prayed he didn’t have a girlfriend, or worse, a wife. While I enjoyed his attention and he was certainly easy on the eyes, I wasn’t out to destroy his relationship, assuming he was in one. With that thought…
“I should probably get going.” I dug into my purse for some cash. The longer I sat with him, the more difficult it might be to leave, even if I suspected he had someone waiting for him at home, I really liked him.
If it were another day and we lived near each other, I might consider going out on an actual date with him. If he wasn’t attached to anyone, as he’d said he wasn’t.
“I got it, Sunshine.” He covered my hand with his. “I’d ask for your phone number, but I think that’s breaking the rules of your game.”
I smiled at him. “You’re right. Besides, what would be the point? Neither of us are from around here.”
“True. Can I at least walk you to your car?”
What a considerate gentleman.
“Sure…”
The second we got to my car, he lifted me onto the hood, spread my legs, and wedged himself between them. So maybe he wasn’t a gentleman per se, but I didn’t mind.
“I can’t get enough of you.” He gripped my face in his hands. “Am I crossing the line?”
“Do you plan on kissing me again?”
“Yes.”
“Then no, you’re not crossing the line.” I slipped my fingers into his jean pockets and tugged him toward me.
“Christ, you’re gorgeous. You’re not afraid to take what you want. I admire that.”
“My parents taught me to work hard for what I want and never give up.” Except they never taught me what to do when someone blackmailed me and stole my career out from under me. Now wasn’t the time to lament my shattered dreams.
“I’m glad I met you,” he said. And then he kissed me breathlessly. I loved how he took control but not in an offensive manner. It was sweltering hot, even in the brisk autumn air. And I fully believed if I told him to stop, he would.
“I wish we’d met under different circumstances,” he muttered through his kisses. His arms wrapped around me like he never wanted to let me go, but that was silly. We were strangers, and I knew without a doubt he would let me go, just as I would with him.
My life was a mess. I had no clue what I’d tell my family when I got home. They’d expect me to have answers and a plan, and I had neither. Getting involved with a guy was the last thing I needed. He’d be a distraction. A gorgeous, sexy distraction but one just the same.
“Me too,” I stupidly replied, all hot and bothered and needing more of him, southern-region more. Way to send mixed signals!
“I haven’t been this way with anyone in years. Maybe ever.” No question he was feeding me a line of bull, but whatever. After today, I’d never see him again.
“I’ve never been this way with a man before.” And that was the honest truth. Most guys I went out with were immature and dorky. But this guy was manly and sexy. He treated me with respect and knew how to rev my engine with just a kiss.
“This might sound bad. I don’t mean any disrespect, but I’d sure like to fuck you right here in the parking lot.”
My clit surged with arousal, and I froze, panting heavily. “Okay.” I’d be a fool to pass up his bold invitation. Wait. Was it an invitation?
“Really?” He blinked like he hadn’t expected me to agree. “You want to have sex with me?”
“Mhm. But it needs to be quick because I really need to go.” Oh, boy. I was about to do the one thing my dad told me to never do: hook up with a stranger.
He looked around the packed parking lot. “My truck is over there.” He pointed at the opposite side of the lot. “Unless you want to do it out in the open?”
“No, not outside. What if someone saw us?” I bit my bottom lip, unsure of what to do. Families ate at this restaurant. I couldn’t.
“I know of a lake nearby we can go to. Or a hotel.”
“No. No hotel. I’ll follow you to the lake.” I kissed him again, then went to get into my rental car.
I hope you know what you’re doing, Sadie.
I was about to have sex with a handsome, charming stranger. Afterward, I’d never see him again. What harm was in that? People had casual sex all the time. My heart wasn’t in jeopardy of being broken, because I knew nothing about Mr. Phenomenal Kisser. It would be only sex. Carnal. Delicious. Steamy sex.
As he jogged to his truck, I admired his tight ass and long legs. He had an athletic build, and from what I felt in his biceps, he was strong. His jeans fit him like a glove, faded in all the right places, accentuating the curve of each butt cheek and the tops of his thighs. Beneath his clothes, there might be a mural of tattoos covering every inch of his body.
God, I hope you have ink on your amazing arms and chest. And anywhere else would be fabulous too.
Would I even get a look at him nude? Probably not.
How would we do it in his truck? Would he want to get in the second row? I hope not.
Straddling him in the front seat would fulfill one of my many fantasies. Nobody I knew owned a car in New York City. Although I’d heard of people masturbating and getting each other off in cabs and on the subway, I had never done such things.
As I was five foot five and all legs, it might be a challenge for me to climb atop him, but I’d make it work. I was an accomplished ballerina, after all. Capable of bending myself like I were made of clay, into positions most people couldn’t do.
My heart fluttered, and excitement whirled through me at the possibilities. I honestly couldn’t believe what I was planning to do with a stranger.
But I didn’t have a single bad feeling about Mr. Phenomenal Kisser. I sensed he had an honorable side, mixed in with his ruggedness. His hands were rough with calluses, and his nails were trimmed but not manicured. Clearly he worked with them, like many of my uncles in the club. He didn’t appear wealthy or refined, like the other guys I’d dated. And he was obviously a good sport, as I’d roped him into pretending like we were together.
He made me laugh.
Kissed with desperate abandon.
And he’d paid for my food when he didn’t have to. Overall, he was down to earth and was a welcoming breath of fresh air, after living among stuffy, snobby, and disgustingly rich people in Manhattan. Though I loved the energy in the theater district, I missed my family and home in Minnesota.
After everything I’d been through, this evening had turned out to be the most exciting I’d ever had, the sort of thing I’d seen in movies and read in books. Two strangers meeting in a restaurant and having an undeniable chemistry, then leaving together. Intercourse usually followed next.
I once thought insta-love encounters were unrealistic. Same for a one-night stand that turned into happily ever after, especially the mind-blowing sex part. Not so much anymore… I might think it possible, but not falling in love and the HEA. I definitely wasn’t in love with Mr. Phenomenal Kisser. Jeez, how could I be, when I didn’t even know his real name or his astrological sign?
No, I was only interested in enjoying my first time with a stranger and out-of-this-world sex.
My clit pulsed during the drive to wherever he was taking me. I rubbed my little ball of nerves through the fabric of my babydoll dress, to keep up the tension and ache.
Trusting a stranger might have been stupid, but I liked the intrigue and risk involved. I’d been raised in a motorcycle club, where a lot of bad things happened. My parents had tried to shelter my siblings and me, but I heard the whispers. Felt the buzz of wrath and vengeance crackling in the clubhouse. My dad and the others would transform into scary, badass men when a threat entered their territory. They’d stomp around and bark orders. I’d fed off their power and strength. Absorbed their delirium into my soul.
Being a biker brat made me resilient and fearless. All the girls had been trained in self-defense. We could handle a gun and knives. My dad wouldn’t have allowed me to live in a concrete jungle if I couldn’t protect myself.
Yes, Mr. Phenomenal Kisser could be a convict, but I could take him if needed.
Or he could be a murderer, but I was prepared to disarm him if it came to that.
But what could be worse—something I wasn’t prepared for—was him having a family, and a wife.
No, I shook my head. Absolutely not. He didn’t seem the type to have an affair, but then why was he sitting at the bar alone?
Duh, having a meal like you, silly.
I parked beside his truck and made eye contact with him. My heart raced as we stared at each other. I could tell he knew I was questioning the impromptu decision I’d made.
He shrugged and mouthed, It’s okay, then put his truck in reverse. A weird sensation filled my chest, forcing me to jump out of my car and wave my hands. He stopped hard, jerking his massive pickup.
I inhaled a nervous breath and got into the passenger side of his Ford. “Are we really doing this?”
“Only if you want to. For a minute there, I thought you’d changed your mind.”
“I almost did, but there’s something I need to know.”
“Okay.”
“Ever been convicted of a violent crime?”
“No.”
I exhaled in relief. “One more question.” I worried my bottom lip between my teeth. The last thing I wanted was to offend him, but I needed an honest answer. I wouldn’t be the other woman.
He cocked his head and raised a curious brow. “Go on.”
“Are you married?”
He took my hand and tugged me toward him. “No, Sunshine.” He crushed his mouth against mine and inhaled me into his lungs.
“I’m not a home-wrecker, and I don’t have sex with married men,” I told him through our kissing and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. I fit perfectly on him, as if I were made to be there, grinding to my heart’s content.
His hands moved over my body, discovering every inch of me: my thighs and hips, my waist and stomach, my breasts and back.
My skin sizzled with need and delight. I was desperate for anything he would give me because of the lack of intimacy I’d had over the past year.
“And I’m not the cheating kind,” he growled.
“I sensed as much.” I took his hand and tucked it under the hem of my skirt. Perhaps wearing a dress with lightning-fast access had been a little foreshadowing. “I’m so horny for you.” I bucked my needy pussy against his hand. “I want your cock more than anything.”
“Fuck, you’re incredible.” His fingers slipped beneath the fabric to my slick folds. “Shit. You’re so warm and wet.” He fondled me, my arousal coating his digits, then removed his fingers and put two in his mouth. The sounds he made, like he hadn’t ever tasted something so decadent, drove me wild.
“Stop teasing me.” I yanked his hand back down between my legs and sealed my lips to his. It’d been a long time since anyone touched me. I’d likely come fast, but then I’d be ready to go again for him to get his.
“Do you enjoy tasting yourself on my tongue?” he asked as he devoured me.
“Yes,” I said in a breathy voice as he inserted a finger, then another, stretching my tight, neglected pussy. I frantically rode his fingers, my orgasm forming quickly.
“Such a dirty girl.” He pushed deep inside me. “So beautiful, fucking my fingers.”
“Oh God, yes!” I threw my head back, the pressure rapidly building in my core. “Are you clean?”
“Yeah. Are you?” His hot mouth went to my neck and licked my sensitive skin.
“Yes, yes, I’m clean and on birth control. But I want you to wear a condom.”
“No problem there.” He opened the center console and removed a square packet. “I was going to wear one anyway.”
I stilled to check out his stash of latex. “I thought you said you don’t do this kind of thing?”
“I don’t, but that doesn’t mean I’m not prepared for when the opportunity presents itself, like now.” A heart-stopping smile tugged at his lips.
I couldn’t wait any longer and unfastened his pants to free his fully erect cock. “It’s nice to see you’re as turned on as me.” Just holding him in my hand, pre-cum beading from the slit and the head an angry red, made me almost come. In a better position and with more time, I’d happily suck him off.
“I’ve been hard since our first kiss.”
I cut my eyes at him. “Seriously?”
“Tell me you’ve been wet for me just as long.”
“I have.” I rolled the condom onto his dick, then lifted so it was at my opening. “Can’t believe I’m about to have sex with a stranger.”
“You don’t feel like a stranger.” He cradled my face in his hands and stared into my eyes. “Sort of feels like I’ve known you my whole life.” He captured my lips before I could reply.
I lowered onto his cock, meeting some resistance. Gripping his shoulders, I raised up and lowered, repeating the movement over and over to loosen myself up.
“You’re so tight,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Or maybe you’re above average.” Not that I’d had a ton of experience with guys, but I’d been with a few, and he was definitely not the smallest. I’d say he was perfect.
“Maybe.” He snorted. “Or it’s both.”
“Maybe.” I bit his bottom lip as I took him all the way in. “Oh, wow,” I said, holding him captive between my teeth.
“Fuck, you feel so good and tight around me.” He cupped my breast in one hand and my ass cheek in the other, then squeezed both. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman.”
My heart seized. Was he opening up to me? Getting personal? Selfishly, I prayed he’d stop, so I didn’t like him more than I already did.
“Never been with someone like you.” His mouth returned to my neck. “Sort of hate to let you go.”
I was about to say the same when he said…
“But it’s for the best. I’m not in a good place to start anything with anyone.”
I wholeheartedly agreed and was in the same place, but hearing it made me a little sad. “Stop talking.” I took control of our fucking and went to town riding him. “Let’s just enjoy each other.”
“Yeah, forgive my stupid rambling.”
I’d already forgotten, but it wasn’t stupid. In fact, I found his rambling vulnerable and endearing. But I didn’t want to fall for him. We were giving each other what we needed at the moment, then it would end. I’d go home and figure out how to move on with my life after New York. And he’d do whatever he did.
He raised my shirt and tugged my bra down. His mouth was on my nipple, and he sucked me so hard, I felt the pull in my pussy. It was exactly what I needed to get back to fucking like the desperate ballerina I was.
I held on to his neck as I bounced my way to orgasmic bliss. Each time I went down, he went deeper inside me. Remarkably, neither of us came as fast as I’d expected. I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad.
I tossed my head back, arching my chest into his mouth and closing in on my release. His body felt wonderfully strong, and his natural scent made goose bumps sprout on my arms. I almost thought I smelled wood.
He wasn’t ridiculously muscly like the guys in the Knight’s Legion MC. Every one of the members worked out hard core in Uncle Boxer’s gym. He and Uncle Ire still hit the weights, and they were almost fifty.
The Knights weren’t like most bikers. They were an anomaly unto their own—handsome, loyal, brutal when needed, and members of the most powerful club in the Upper Midwest. The younger dudes, the legacies as Uncle Storm called the next generation, were even more badass than the OGs. Of course, I’d never admit as much.
“Faster,” I cried. “I’m so close.”
“Take it, Sunshine. Chase your climax, and I’ll follow.”
Damn him. I didn’t want him to be nice about it. Whatever. I could be selfish.
Then the fireworks lit up the night sky. I froze with him deep inside me and squeezed around him with all my might. The stress and anger inside me were about to rush out.
“Christ, you might snap me in two. Don’t stop.”
As if I could. I was at the point of no return. A moan ripped from my lips as a massive, earth-shattering orgasm crashed through me, making my body violently shake as I detonated into euphoric bliss and drenched him in my cream.
“Oh, fuck! I’m coming, Sunshine.” He bucked his hips rapidly, working his cock in and out of me. I loved how with each firm thrust, he slammed me against the steering wheel. The forceful impact thrilled me. I liked it rough, like he owned and controlled me.
When his release finally hit, he seized like a concrete pillar and held me firmly in his embrace. He grunted and muttered against my neck, but I couldn’t make out what he was saying while still floating from my ecstasy.
Admittedly, the ending was lackluster. I would’ve liked to experience him filling me with his cum and the warmth of it dripping down my thighs, and postcoital cuddling. But this was only a hookup and not a romantic relationship. I needed to keep my emotions out of it.
“Fuck, you’re amazing. The greatest sex I’ve had in a long time.”
Should I be honored? If it had been a long time, he probably didn’t remember what mind-blowing sex felt like.
“This was the best and only stranger sex I’ve ever had.” I stroked his ego a bit and wilted against his broad chest. There was no doubt in my mind that he could hold his own under the sheets.
“My day had been horrible, one of many over the last couple of years. Meeting you made it better.”
I kissed his cheek. “Same. I’ve been dreading something, but now I think I can handle anything.”
“Stranger sex for the win.”
“Stranger sex for the win!” I giggled a little. “I’m glad I could help you.”
“You more than helped me, Sunshine. You gave me hope. Maybe I am ready to get back on the dating horse again.”
“That’s great.” I eased away from him as jealousy bloomed in my chest. He was ready to date, but not me. I suddenly felt used, but that was ridiculous because I’d used him too. “I should probably go.”
He grabbed me by the waist and held me in place. “Hey, what just happened? The sultry air in here just turned frigid.” He jerked his chin toward the front window. “Look, it’s frosting over.”
“Don’t be a jerk after I just let you screw me.” I flattened my hands on his chest and pushed him back. “I have somewhere to be.”
“Why are you angry?”
“I’m not.” Attempting to climb off his lap again, he didn’t stop me this time. “I should’ve left long ago.” I felt a brick wall rise between us, and I could tell he sensed it too.
“Okay. I don’t know what’s going on, but I’ve got whiplash.” He put himself back together and avoided making eye contact. The fun, flirty guy I’d spent the past couple of hours with was turning into a true stranger.
“Don’t take it personally. It was fun. Take care.” I bolted out of the truck and ducked into my rental car, started the engine, and sped away.
How could my stupid emotions ruin the moment?
I should’ve known better than to hook up with a charming, handsome guy. He was perfect, although I knew little about him. It was one of those situations that had felt right. More than right. Everything about tonight felt wonderful and natural…
But the universe had other ideas in mind, I guessed. When something good happened to me, it seemed to be a tease, a little taste of what I’d always wanted but would never have. Then it disappeared.
Except I never knew I wanted to be in a relationship until this guy. For so long, my ballet career was my priority and lover, but with it stripped from my grasp, I might have entertained getting involved with someone. It just wouldn’t be with Mr. Phenomenal Kisser.