Throttle MC: A Stepbrother Romance Read Free

distracted by the intoxicating scent of her, I murmured, “But with a hot little body like this, any man within visual range would stop to help you out, whether you needed it or not.  And some of ‘em might not be as gentlemanly as me.”
    I had to hand it to her, she gave as good as she got.  “Gentlemanly?” she shot back breathlessly.  “Really, Mister ‘Doesn’t-know-how-to-take-no-for-an-answer’?”
    Her bee-stung lips were just inches from mine now.  It was all I could do to slow down, but I suddenly knew what was coming, and I wasn’t about to stop it.  What’s more, I could see in her eyes that she knew it, too.  “Yeah?” I whispered, my breath caressing her ear.  “You know, I might add, you’re not acting very ladylike.  “I haven’t heard a ‘thank you’ for my kindness yet.” Her lips parted involuntarily as she looked up at me.  Then her eyes half-closed, waiting for me to kiss her, and I was a goner. 
    As my mouth came down on hers, it was like something snapped in her.  She moaned and pressed her hot little body against mine, writhing in the need I had instinctively known was there. Jesus fuck, she was so responsive, I almost took her right then and there, despite my best intentions.  Still, even though it damn near killed me to do it, I stopped before things got too out of hand.  As much as I had joked about being gentlemanly, I didn’t want to take advantage of a woman alone in a vulnerable situation.  She wanted it, I knew – hell, she was practically begging for it – but even so.  Ryker Stone did not take advantage of women.  I didn’t need to. 
    The look on her face when I backed off almost made me regret the decision.  Her eyes were wild, and one look inside them told me that I had almost sent her over the edge.  She stared at me open-mouthed as I stepped back and casually put my shades back on.  “You’re welcome,” I said pointedly. 
    Her mouth snapped shut in silent indignation. When it opened again, her eyes had narrowed with fury.  “How fucking dare you?” 
    This was exactly why I had stopped.  The last thing I needed was for her not to be sure. Unfortunately, I seemed to have gone too far.  Now she was mad.  “What? Seemed to me that you didn’t mind it while it was happening.  In fact, seemed to me that you enjoyed it just as much as I did.”
    I turned around and tried to act like I wasn’t fazed.  “Get it looked at,” I repeated as I turned away. “The next guy to come along might not be so nice.”  Straddling my bike, I grabbed my cut and looked back at her.  I ignored her expression of angry betrayal and acted like the picture of calm.  “Next town up is Cheyenne.  There’s a mechanic shop up there.  Cooper’s. They’ll sort you out.”
    I was hoping she would take my advice and come into the shop of her own accord to get the car looked at.  If she did, and I just happened to be there, and she just happened to show interest in continuing where they had left off...  Well, far be it for me to refuse a good situation landing right in my lap.  My cock twitched in my jeans as I savored the thought of what it would be like to plunge myself into her waiting softness, to make her writhe and scream around my dick as I fucked her within an inch of her life.  She looked like she would be something in the sack... all fire and pent-up energy, just waiting to be released by yours truly.  Jesus fuck, would I love to be inside that. 
    I was still daydreaming about making her beg for mercy as I pulled into the parking lot of Cooper’s Garage twenty minutes later.  Off in the distance, I could see Stick and Benny standing outside one of the mechanic’s bays.  They were busy hassling the prospect, a red-headed, red-faced kid who couldn’t have been more than seventeen.  Benny looked over and raised his bearded chin at me in greeting, and I nodded back.  “What’s up, brother?” I called as I strode over, palming my smokes