Chapter 6

~Roxana~

 

Oh my God.

This is too much.

I’ve never been on the back of some guy’s bike before. I’ve only ever ridden alone, which is the way I like it. Just because I’m a girl, doesn’t mean I’ve ever been comfortable with the idea of riding bitch.

But, even though I’m now on the back of a bike, it doesn’t feel like I actually am. Not with Ax. It kinda feels like we’re one entity, molded tightly together, moving together with the bike. It’s not what I’d thought it would be like.

It’s making everything so ridiculously confusing.

I told him yesterday that I hated him, because he’s a biker. And then, later that night we were fucking and then I was literally throwing up over the fact that he’s related to Skinner. I kicked him out of my house, telling him never to touch me again. Now…just a few minutes ago, we were making out in a burst of intense passion.

I hate his kind and everything about that life. But something about him just…gets me. Well, hatred, or no hatred, I can still call a spade a damn spade. Ax is a hot piece of ass. A killer rock hard body. All height and muscle. Intense deep blue eyes that keep drawing me in. Thick sexy bed hair that I just want to run my fingers through and tug on. He’s a formidable force to be reckoned with. He doesn’t back down. He gives everything right back to me.

And I always like a good fight.

Riding pressed up so tightly against his back is messing with my head. It’s actually making me feel a little lightheaded and kinda outside of myself. The smell of leather, his cologne and the lingering cigarette smoke is more than a little alluring. The smoke thing probably wouldn’t be to a non-smoker, but I do smoke, so I’m good there.

The vibrations from the bike are making me wish I was wearing either looser pants or thicker ones to minimize the effects. I can’t ignore it any longer, so I shift behind him, trying to find a position that doesn’t have me enduring the vibrations through every part of my pussy.

“You all right there, babe?” he calls over his shoulder. I can feel his rumbling laugh beneath my fingers.

“Yeah, fine!” I call back, hoping he doesn’t get the real reason why I’m uncomfortable.

I finally give up on finding another position and I rest my head against his back, blowing out a breath of frustration. Anxious and ill at ease—two feelings I’m not familiar with—I try to distract myself by cracking my knuckles. Fortunately, it’s still possible to do with my hands clasped around his waist. I’m barely aware of what I’m actually doing to him until I feel him shudder beneath me. Oops.

I still my hands immediately.

He turns his head slightly to the right, just enough to still be keeping an eye on the road ahead. His voice is rough and hoarse as he says, “Don’t stop.”

I smile to myself. I’ve never been one to turn down a challenge of any kind, so I decide to mess with him, figuring there’s no way he’s gonna do what I’m about to tell him to, because he’s such a dominant alpha-male type. I lean forward and whisper in his ear, “Beg me.”

The corner of his mouth turns up. “Please, babe.”

What? It throws me through a loop. I’m not sure what to do. I end up deciding that the best bet is just to remain still.

He turns his head again. “I said please,” he presses. “Hold up your end.”

Still, I don’t react.

“Backing down, huh?”

Argh! I don’t back down. Ever. Screw him.

I slide my hands underneath his shirt, my fingers touching his bare skin. Wow, he really is ripped. His abs are out of this world. Rock solid. Mmm…so sexy.

The bike jerks as his concentration slips. “Fuck,” he grinds out.

I laugh and continue feeling him up. So much for just messing with him. I can’t help it. Against everything—all the warnings running through my head—I’m turned on.

A thrill runs through me as I realize how dangerous this actually is, distracting him like this as we’re roaring through the city streets at 60mph on his Harley.

It’s reckless. And I love reckless. I thought those days were behind me. I thought I’d kicked that addiction. But he’s somehow managed to bring it back out in me. And it’s invigorating.

 

 

***

 

I remove his helmet and shake out my hair. Hanging it off one of the handlebars, I dismount slowly to find Ax already off the bike and standing there staring at me intensely. Shit, when did that happen? I’d been in one hell of daze, I guess. Probably a little high from the ride.

“What?” I demand, trying to get a grip.

“Seriously? What was that, Rox?”

I shrug my shoulders. “I was bored.”

He steps into me, closing in on my personal space. Glowering down at me, he says, “You were turned the fuck on, babe.”

I shake my head, trying to avoid looking directly at him. I need to pull myself together first. I’m still lightheaded from the thrill of the ride. I can’t be held responsible for my actions right now.

But he refuses to give me that time, or to let me get away with it.

He fists his hands in the lapels of my leather jacket and pulls me into him. He whispers in my ear, “Admit it. You’re soaking wet for me. You want me to fuck you right here on my bike, don’t you?”

Oh shit. Heat radiates through me at his words. He was right the first time we fooled around. I love dirty and his words are deliciously dirty. It gets me off big time. But I’m not a naïve virgin. I know guys like him. And that’s why I can’t give in, not the way he probably thinks I’m going to. I force myself to meet his gaze. Wow, every time it’s so intense between us. Just a look. What’s up with that? I get myself together and tell him, “Make no mistake, babe. If we were gonna fuck here on your bike, I’d be the one fucking you.”

A low rumble sounds in his throat and his eyes flash with incredible intensity. He smirks like the devil he is. “My bike, my rules.”

I scoff and move away.

His hand shoots out, grabbing my arm to stop me. He jerks me back to him roughly so I hit his chest. His eyes hold mine captive as he says, “So, you make no mistake. If we’re gonna fuck on my bike, we’re gonna be doing it every which way.”

“Ax,” I protest, because this is way too intense and I’m worried I’m gonna cave. First time for everything and as unsettling as hell.

But he’s as stubborn as I am with not backing down and he continues, “I want you riding me. I wanna bend you over and fuck you from behind. I want you sucking me off. I want your pussy on my tongue, fucking my face. I want it all.” His gaze darkens and he cups the side of my face. “You feel me, beautiful girl?”

My heart is pounding in my chest. Even my hands are shaking. Every nerve ending in my body is suddenly alive. I can’t speak. The words won’t come.

He smiles, victory flashing in his eyes. He leans down, his lips barely an inch from brushing mine.

And then he abruptly releases me and steps back. “Food for thought,” he says, grinning.

Asshole! He played me!

My eyes narrow, pissed at his little game.

I see him register my reaction, but he chooses to ignore it.

Instead, he turns and starts making his way from the rear parking lot to the front of the gas station. “Come on. We got a situation to deal with here,” he calls over his shoulder.

Argh! Cocksucker!