Chapter 30
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I head out for lunch to get away from my brother. It’s a miracle I lasted this long in the same building with him, but getting his food?
Fuck that! He can get his own.
My anger threatens to surge again at the reminder of last night… the pictures… the video.
I’ve never felt so possessive over anyone. I wanted her out of that shitty apartment, and if that meant she’d be around my brother more, I thought I’d be okay with that. At least she’d be safe.
Until I saw them together.
But I don’t get it. Yeah, we’ve fucked the same woman before, at the same time or on separate occasions, and it’s never been competitive.
They didn’t care whose dick was railing them, and we didn’t care whose name they cried out when they climaxed.
It was sort of funny. We don’t even have the same taste; Ash likes blondes, where I prefer dark hair and bright eyes.
So why her? What makes Emily so special?
A tremble runs up my forearms as I brace my weight on the handlebars, and I ease up on the throttle. It already requires all of my focus not to wrap myself around a tree when I’m driving this angry. Add the lack of sleep, and the chances of my ride becoming a suicide mission double.
I make it to the soba house, a place I frequent more than Ash, in one piece. Shaun, the owner and one of my few friends, greets me from the back and puts in my usual order as I seat myself at the counter.
It takes me mere minutes to inhale my meal. With my elbows propped on the edge, I rub my eyes. I dread having to return to work. Perhaps I should take Ash’s advice to head home and get some sleep.
What are the odds that Emily is still at the house?
I shake my head at the thought. My brother’s bed is the last place I want to find her.
I drop the cash for my meal onto the counter. Rising from my seat, I say my goodbye to Shaun and leave. My ride is parked in the small lot behind the building that’s only used for staff, but he doesn’t mind. I prefer to keep it out of sight.
As I make my way around, my thumbs type out a text to Ash. It’s only when I feel eyes on me that I lift my gaze from the screen to my bike.
Fuck me!
I almost drop my phone at the sight. Straddling the seat of my Hayabusa is a very familiar girl in a black and pink skirt, a black tank top, and matching combat boots, wearing an equally familiar LED mask.
Mine .
“Look at you, taking a page out of my playbook. You’re a bad girl, Emily.” I stuff the phone into my back pocket and swing my leg over the bike to slide on behind her.
I tip the mask back to see her face underneath.
A wry smile meets me, sucking me down a rabbit hole I have no desire to ever emerge from. I want to drown in her hazel blue stare.
Em reaches up and draws my chin toward her mouth, her back arching against my chest. “You have no idea how bad,” her voice rasps.
Her teeth graze my jaw, and my grip tightens around her middle. “I’m not wearing any panties,” she drawls in a husky whisper.
The words carry to my cock before they reach my ears. A shockwave detonates in my groin. Her sweet, pink pussy is spread out over my bike in public?
Her admission and that teasing edge in her voice have my head spinning. When the fingers of my right hand dip underneath her skirt in the front to confirm, I nearly tip us over at slick contact. She’s already so wet from the friction of riding the seat.
Emily leans forward before my mind can form another thought. “But I’m wearing something else.” Lifting the back of her skirt, she bares her ass to me.
Ffuucckkk! I groan when I see the jewel stud of her butt plug.
“I really have corrupted you, haven’t I?” My left hand drops from her waist, my thumb nudging the toy. “Did you think of me when you slid it in?”
“Yes,” she moans .
Mmmh. I love the rough sound of her voice.
“Did you imagine it was my cock stretching your tight, little hole?” My dick swells as I grind myself into her. I want to feel her come on my bike like that even if I’m not inside her.
“Yes.” Another moan pours from her lips.
“You felt so good, baby girl. I want to fuck you like that again,” I groan, my hips rocking against her encouragingly. “I want to bury every inch of my cock in your ass.”
Em’s slick pussy glides across the leather seat. Tremors carry from her body into mine, edging me to my own climax.
Reaching around her, I turn the ignition but keep the bike in neutral. “Grip the handlebars,” I tell her.
Stretched out over the gas tank, Emily’s fingers curl around the rubber grips. I can’t help thinking of them closing around me instead, a fist pumping the stiff length in a steady motion.
My tongue licks across my parted lips. “Feed it some gas with your right hand,” I say, the words catching in my dry throat.
I’m so hard right now. The vibration of the engine between my thighs is going to tip me over the edge.
“Fuck my bike, baby girl,” I grit out through my teeth, my jaw tight. “Don’t let go.”
I grip her ass, my thumb teasing the plug while she grinds her cunt against the leather. I want her all over the seat.
My right hand feeds into her movements. If someone caught us, all they’d see is me grinding on my girl.
I watch the strain working her forearms. The tension in my quads and groin peaks. Em cries out. Her body shivers. The sound and feel of her coming undoes me. I climax right with her.
The warmth of my cum spreads through my fly as I straighten her. “That’s the second time you made me come in my boxers,” I point out, crushing her against my chest. “You better believe next time I finish, it’ll be inside you,” I add, my tone threatening.
Fuck. This woman has me questioning my morals. If it wasn’t for Ash and my no-procreating pact, I’d develop a serious breeding kink. But I want my cum inside her regardless.
I kill the engine but make no motion to dismount. I like the feel of her in my arms.
I slide the LED mask off her head, admiring how the smooth, black locks shift against her tanned shoulders before my view drifts down to her low-cut cleavage. Her tits look marvelous from my vantage point.
“Going through my stuff and stalking me on my lunch break?” I tsk . “You pick up quick.”
“I watched you leave work,” she admits, rolling her eyes. “Wasn’t that hard.”
“How did you know it was me?”
“The kanji on your bike is gray. Ash’s is white.”
The sound of my brother’s name snaps me out. I drop my eyes and dismount.
Em follows suit. She gives me a mischievous smile over her shoulder before leading the way to her car in the restaurant’s main lot.
My stare fixates on her ass as I remind myself of the plug. I can’t believe her brazenness .
Pivoting toward the driver’s side, she reaches into the front of her top to retrieve the key fob I didn’t notice nestled inside her bra. She unlocks the door and rips it open but swings around to me instead of getting in.
Her eyes lock on mine. Her mouth opens and closes, hands fidgeting with the key fob as if looking for a way to stall.
So I give her one.
Emily’s arms link behind my neck as I take a step, backing her up against the frame. My hands slide around her, palms cradling her ass over her skirt.
My stare drops to her beckoning mouth, and before I know it, I start to sink.
A moan tumbles free when I melt into the kiss, inhaling the sweet floral fragrance of her skin mixed with the cucumber and mint in her hair. My eyes roll back. I’m not above admitting that I could fuck a pillow if it had her scent on it.
With my fingertips biting into her firm muscle, I capture her bottom lip between my teeth and give it a tug. Her content hum vibrates through our connection, chasing a tingling over the buzzed hair at my nape.
My cock answers with renewed vigor. I’ve never gotten so hard from a kiss.
I ease up on her lips and give her ass another squeeze, feeling the material shift against her skin in my grasp.
Emily’s breath feathers over me. “I was thinking,” she murmurs, “since Friday is my day off, you and I could—”
“Wait a minute,” a familiar male voice hollers. “I know that skirt. ”
We both turn our heads simultaneously toward the blue Mustang parked in the row behind hers.
Fuck! My teeth clench down.
“You little slut, you.” Vince shuts his door and takes in Emily as he swaggers closer. “Getting the twin-action… I fucking knew it. So, you guys taking turns or tag-teaming this chick?”
His eyes flick from her to me, then back to her. “Double the fun, right?” he taunts, and I want to slit his throat with the knife in my pocket when he fucking winks at her.
Stepping in front of her to block his view, I tip my chin over my shoulder. “Get in the car.”
“Mas—”
“Get in the fucking car!” I repeat, even more agitated.
This time she does as told, and I slam the door shut as soon as she’s clear.
I take two steps, beelining for Vince. My fist clenched, I reel it back and swing.
My hand is still sore from the punch into the locker earlier, and another round of sharp pain shoots up my forearm as my knuckles collide with his jaw. His head flings to the side. The rest of his body follows behind with the momentum.
As Vince stumbles and goes down, I straddle his chest. My hands wrapping around his throat is the last thing I see.
Then my vision goes dark.