My eyes follow the length of her, and my cock stirs at the short skirt and huge rack. “Have we fucked before, sweetheart?” I ask, getting it out of the way. The last thing I want is to try to pick up a woman I have already fucked. They know the score. I don’t mind going back for seconds if it's warranted, but tonight, I'm in for something new.
“No.” She sounds almost offended but I brush it off. She's in a biker club after all, wearing what she’s wearing. This bitch knows the score. She just wants to play hard to get. I don't chase. Ever. But this sweet little thing has my attention and I’m not about to let her get away like the blonde did.
I step closer into her space. Keeping my beer to her cheek, I lean into her ear. “Not in the mood for work tonight. You come with me, you’re gonna have to put in all the work.” I tell her as the room starts to spin. I should just call it a night, head to bed and let the meds take me to blissful ignorance, but the way she keeps looking at me is making it hard.
“Wh-What sort of work?” she stutters, keeping up the innocent act and it makes me laugh. It’s just what I need tonight. Taking her hand, I pull her toward me and start walking to my room in the back of the clubhouse.
“Where are we going?” She tries pulling her hand back but I don’t let her break the connection.
“Somewhere more private.” I turn the corner and push her against the wall.
“What?” She chokes on the word when I step into her space and pin her hands above her head. Jesus, she is a cute one.
Leaning closer, I bury my face into the soft side of her neck. She smells like strawberry shit you buy at the fair. “Cotton candy.”
“Cotton Candy?" she answers at the same time I ask and I nod, wondering how she knew what I was thinking.
“Jesse, wait.” She moans as I sink my teeth into her neck. The urge to taste her stops me from throwing her over my shoulder and taking her to my room. Wait, how did she know my name?
“I lied,” I tell her as I plant kisses along the soft skin of her jaw.
“You did?” She starts to pant and I grin against her skin.
I pull back, needing to see her face. “I feel like doing some work.” She blinks slowly, but before she can talk, my mouth is on hers, tasting, devouring, owning. She doesn’t fight it, easily letting me take control of the kiss, and if it doesn’t turn me on, I don’t know what will.
“Hmmm,” she moans into my mouth, and the reaction is just what I’m looking for. Moving my knee forward, I slide it between her legs, eager to have more of me touching her. She fists my cut as her hips start to roll against me, spurring me deeper into my own arousal. Fuck yeah, innocent yet responsive.
“Come with me.” I pull back, breaking the kiss and guide her the rest of the way to my room. “What’s your name?” I ask, pushing open my door, not even sure I want to know her name.
“You don’t know?” She stops in the doorway to ask.
“Sweetheart, if I had to remember each name of every woman who has come through my door,” I trail off when her face drops.
“What?” I ask, seeing her start to back out.
“I’m Grace.” She shakes her head apprehensively as a small smile plays on her mouth.
“You telling me or asking?”
“It’s Grace,” she repeats, nodding her head.
“Grace,” I let her name roll off my tongue and watch a small blush run over her cheeks. “Why do I feel like I know you, Grace?” I ask as the room starts to spin.
“I should go,” she whispers slowly stepping back.
“What?” I ask, confused at the complete turnaround. She pulls back as I reach out to grab her but my body stumbles. I need to lie down. Searching for the soft comfort of my bed, I let it take my fall.
“I really should go,” she repeats, but I can’t let her go just yet.
“Come here, Grace,” I demand when my head hits the pillow. Rolling my head to the left I force my eyes to stay open and watch her.
“You’re drunk,” she accuses and this time I laugh.
“I’m happy,” I counter, knowing it’s not really true. She laughs like she knows I’m full of it and for a minute, I stop and listen to the sound. “You have a nice laugh, Grace,” I sigh. “Come here. I won’t ask you again.” She moves to the bed, her eyes looking down at her feet. “Lose the skirt, sweetheart.” I turn and watch her hands tremble by her side.
Fuck, I swear I know her from somewhere.
“I, um,” she stumbles and her reluctance puts me off until her eyes move to my growing dick in my pants. Seeing the flash of arousal sweep over her I sit up and work the button of my jeans.
“Jesus, you’re a fucking dick tease,” I accuse her, pulling my jeans off and finding my hard cock standing at attention. “See what you’ve done to me, Grace?” I fist it, stroking it hard as I watch her eyes follow my movements.
“Oh, God, I have to go.” She stumbles on her feet before pushing the door open, leaving me with a raging hard-on and no one to finish me off.
“Fucking bitch,” I curse, contemplating dressing and going back out to pick some other whore or finishing myself off. Needing the release, I let my hand do the work instead and picture the small innocent woman sucking my cock. “Fuck,” I groan, a few pulls later trying to chase my release, but struggling to reach it.
A gasp brings my eyes open to find her standing in the doorway watching me.