sagged against him as she came to her senses. Thank God he’d mentioned the condom; she’d been so boneless with pleasure that she might not have remembered it, and then where would she have been?
***
After he’d tossed the condom in the trash can by the bed, Derek wrapped his arms around the goddess above him and kissed her softly below the ear. Who the hell was this woman, this incredibly sexual, shockingly hot woman who had just gotten him off harder than he’d ever come in his life? When she’d stripped off her little uniform, she’d stood in front of him, so proud, as if waiting for him to make a comment so she could send him packing. He’d wanted to explain that no, she wasn’t a model, but that wasn’t his type anyway. He liked a woman who knew how to eat, who had something in her head other than what superstar was screwing which rockstar, and who had the guts to stand naked in front of her man and dare him to tell her that she was anything less than amazing.
His blood ran cold at the thought; he’d met her about an hour and twenty minutes ago, and here he was thinking of himself as her man. That was not going to work out. They were in town for a few days while Walt saw to his kid, and then they would be gone. Maybe he’d stay with her for those days, instead of at the camp, if she’d have him, but he wasn’t going to break his streak. No matter how bronzed her sweaty skin looked in the dying afternoon sunlight, or the way she’d never bothered to fix her hair after she’d taken off the helmet, or the brass tacks look she was giving him now, her chin propped up on her hand.
“You’re quite something, you know that?” he said to her.
Danni smiled. “You’re pretty decent yourself, you know?”
“Pretty decent!” He rolled them again, pinning her down as she laughed. “Give me half an hour, Danni, and I’ll show you better than pretty decent.”
She stroked her hips up against him, and his wilting cock sprang back to life. “A real man could show me now. If his dick was tired, he’d use his mouth.”
Her cheeks were flushed; she was never this brazen, this direct, but she’d also never come that hard in her life, not with Mickey, not with any of the handful of men she’d been with since. Maybe it was just a fluke, just a random occurrence, since it’d been so long. But there was something about this guy, something that was digging through her armor and making her want to hold him close while he fell asleep.
She had to put a stop to that. She had Cole to think about, she couldn’t let another biker sweep her off her feet and off into the sunset, just to leave her flat and alone in a week, or two, or a month. He could make her come all night long, she told herself firmly as he dragged his tongue down her body and latched his mouth onto her sensitive clit, but in the morning, he’d have to go.
***
The sun was down when they both finally admitted exhaustion. Besides, Danni was down to one condom in the nightstand, and she had it in mind to wake him up by going down on him, and then riding him again through the sunrise. He circled her in his arms again, soft and gentle, and kissed her hair. She let him, let him rock her softly, let him stroke her back as she drifted peacefully to sleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
The banging on her door woke her. Danni glanced at the clock; 2am. Derek had sprung awake too, and he slid out from underneath Danni’s arm, quiet and soft. He motioned her to be quiet, and picked up the baseball bat Danni kept behind the bedroom door. How he’d known it was there, she wasn’t sure. He was a sight, strutting naked through her hallway, cock swinging, baseball bat at the ready, and she would have given anything to see what happened, but before he could pull the door open, a voice called out, “Danni? It’s Sarah. Please can you let me in? Please?”
Derek glanced back at her; Danni was already pulling herself
***
After he’d tossed the condom in the trash can by the bed, Derek wrapped his arms around the goddess above him and kissed her softly below the ear. Who the hell was this woman, this incredibly sexual, shockingly hot woman who had just gotten him off harder than he’d ever come in his life? When she’d stripped off her little uniform, she’d stood in front of him, so proud, as if waiting for him to make a comment so she could send him packing. He’d wanted to explain that no, she wasn’t a model, but that wasn’t his type anyway. He liked a woman who knew how to eat, who had something in her head other than what superstar was screwing which rockstar, and who had the guts to stand naked in front of her man and dare him to tell her that she was anything less than amazing.
His blood ran cold at the thought; he’d met her about an hour and twenty minutes ago, and here he was thinking of himself as her man. That was not going to work out. They were in town for a few days while Walt saw to his kid, and then they would be gone. Maybe he’d stay with her for those days, instead of at the camp, if she’d have him, but he wasn’t going to break his streak. No matter how bronzed her sweaty skin looked in the dying afternoon sunlight, or the way she’d never bothered to fix her hair after she’d taken off the helmet, or the brass tacks look she was giving him now, her chin propped up on her hand.
“You’re quite something, you know that?” he said to her.
Danni smiled. “You’re pretty decent yourself, you know?”
“Pretty decent!” He rolled them again, pinning her down as she laughed. “Give me half an hour, Danni, and I’ll show you better than pretty decent.”
She stroked her hips up against him, and his wilting cock sprang back to life. “A real man could show me now. If his dick was tired, he’d use his mouth.”
Her cheeks were flushed; she was never this brazen, this direct, but she’d also never come that hard in her life, not with Mickey, not with any of the handful of men she’d been with since. Maybe it was just a fluke, just a random occurrence, since it’d been so long. But there was something about this guy, something that was digging through her armor and making her want to hold him close while he fell asleep.
She had to put a stop to that. She had Cole to think about, she couldn’t let another biker sweep her off her feet and off into the sunset, just to leave her flat and alone in a week, or two, or a month. He could make her come all night long, she told herself firmly as he dragged his tongue down her body and latched his mouth onto her sensitive clit, but in the morning, he’d have to go.
***
The sun was down when they both finally admitted exhaustion. Besides, Danni was down to one condom in the nightstand, and she had it in mind to wake him up by going down on him, and then riding him again through the sunrise. He circled her in his arms again, soft and gentle, and kissed her hair. She let him, let him rock her softly, let him stroke her back as she drifted peacefully to sleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
The banging on her door woke her. Danni glanced at the clock; 2am. Derek had sprung awake too, and he slid out from underneath Danni’s arm, quiet and soft. He motioned her to be quiet, and picked up the baseball bat Danni kept behind the bedroom door. How he’d known it was there, she wasn’t sure. He was a sight, strutting naked through her hallway, cock swinging, baseball bat at the ready, and she would have given anything to see what happened, but before he could pull the door open, a voice called out, “Danni? It’s Sarah. Please can you let me in? Please?”
Derek glanced back at her; Danni was already pulling herself
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