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HIS alarm blared, and he woke to the aroma of coffee brewing.
Coffee? Must be from the neighbor next door. Apartment living was like that. Sometimes a stray scent invaded the thin walls. But then he remembered the apartment next door was empty, so that couldn’t be it.
He sat up slowly, trying to put together the pieces of his morning and the previous night. He was drinking at the Red Bull last night, and he met the most beautiful girl.
Yeah, he’d had too much to drink.
But as his head cleared, other scents came to him. A distinctive feminine scent drifted from his pillows. The scent of his own cum assaulted his nostrils.
There was a fading wet spot in his sheets.
“Well, you did it this time, Saks,” he scolded himself.
But then a golden-haired goddess stood in his doorway, bearing two cups of coffee. “I didn’t know how you liked it, so I brought it black.”
“Black is good,” he said, his voice sounding rough in his own ears.
She handed him the coffee, and as he took a sip he remembered her name. Chrissy. Beautiful, goddess, Chrissy.
“It’s good,” he said
She shrugged. “It’s your coffee, though you can do with some upgrades.”
“I don’t make it much. I just have it around—” He stopped short, not knowing what to say.
“For when you bring stray women home?” she said with a lift of her eyebrow.
“I don’t...Are you?” he said, switching the direction of questions to her.
“What?”
“A stray woman?”
She turned her head to the side with a thoughtful look. “I’ve never thought of myself as a stray. But I guess you can say I’ve wandered from what’s expected of me.”
Saks lowered his coffee cup and cradled it in his hands. “How’s that?” Damn, this woman was beautiful.
“My family, well, they have it in their heads that I’ll marry a certain guy.”
Saks stared into his coffee cup. The dark liquid rippled with her movement on the bed. He didn’t like this new piece of information, but what say did he have in her life? None. “And you don’t want to?”
“I didn’t work as hard as I have to drop everything to become a housewife.”
“Who says you have to do that?”
“No one, yet. But it’s expected.”
He scoffed. “Your family sounds like it comes from the same medieval time as mine does.”
“Oh? And are you supposed to marry someone?”
Saks stared into deeper in his cup. This was a strange conversation to have. “I’ll do what’s right.”
“Ah, a soldier.”
“What do you mean by that?” he said too sharply. In his family’s world soldier had a definite meaning, and not one that he ascribed to himself.
“I mean,” she said, “that you seem like a warrior, someone who can’t be stopped once he makes up his mind.” She took a deep sip of her coffee and put the cup down on the nightstand. “I should get going.”
Saks put his coffee on the nightstand nearest him and put his arms around her waist. Then the memories of the previous night hit him where he’d licked and kissed her entire gorgeous body. She was responsive and giving, needing everything he gave. What he liked especially was how she screamed when she came. It was music to his ears, and his cock hardened at the thought.
“Do you need to?”
“I should. Besides, don’t you have to get to work?”
Saks glanced at the clock. The shop was opening in an hour and, yeah, he usually rolled out of bed and got ready to go. But he panicked a little then. She seemed a little too eager to leave, and Saks found he didn’t want her to disappear out the door, never to be seen again. “I can go in a little late. My boss is cool.”
“Well, yours might be, but mine is not.”
“Oh,” said Saks, kissing her neck again. “So, I can’t convince you of an encore?”
“No.”
“I can see,” he said huskily in her ear, “that I have to do a little convincing. How about dinner?” He nibbled behind her ear, and she sighed and leaned back into him.
“I might be persuaded, but what’s the rush? Don’t you want to ‘call me,’ wait a few days, then phone and pretend that I haven’t been waiting to hear from you?”
“Is that how your men treat you? They’re fools. Anyone can see that keeping you waiting is a disaster waiting to happen. Some biker might come along and sweep you off your feet.”
“Some biker, eh? I’m not so sure about the sweeping me off my feet thing. But you sure have “come along.” She untangled his arms from around her and pushed off the bed. “I tell you what. We’ll go to dinner as long as it’s not too fancy.”
“Now wait. If you think I can’t afford—”
“That’s not it. Look, I just told you I’m practically engaged to someone. A dinner at an expensive restaurant sends the wrong message. But if I meet up with a friend for pizza, it’s not a big deal.”
“I see,” said Saks. He didn’t like this, or her reasoning. This sounded too much like the women who dated him for his bad-boy image. But, he admitted to himself, there was something about this woman that intrigued him. He wasn’t going to blow things by making a big deal over a simple request.
“Well, it so happens I know the best pizza place in town.”
“You do? And you expect me to come to Westfield for the second time in as many days?”
“Anywhere you like then,” he said.
“Okay,” she said. “I’ll text you an address. Where’s your phone?”
Saks got up to search for his jeans, which he found on the floor in the living room. When he returned, he found that Chrissy had dressed and was slipping on those spiked heels that grabbed his interest last night.
He studied her in the light streaming in from slats of the shades hanging in his bedroom window. Saks had never found a woman putting on her clothes fascinating, yet every movement of her body drew his eye to her and held it there.
“Have you seen my purse?”
“I believe you left it in the car,” he said.
She swore under her breath. “My keys?”
Saks went to his jeans and pulled the keys out of his pocket.
“Do you need a ride back to your bike?”
“No, I have my cage here.”
Chrissy arched an eyebrow. “Cage?”
“What we bikers call our cars.”
“Oh. And you aren’t worried about leaving your bike at that bar?” She spoke the last words with disdain, and Saks sighed.
“No. It’s fine there. Really, we aren’t all the dangerous criminals the media makes us out to be.” Saks kicked himself for trying to defend his club and lifestyle to this woman he barely knew. He never apologized about how he lived his life, not even to his family.
Chrissy screwed up her face as if she caught herself doing something she shouldn’t have. “Sorry. I suppose I’m the last person who should make judgments. Is your phone unlocked?”
Saks entered the password for his phone and handed it to Chrissy.
She punched at the screen with one perfectly manicured red fingernail and gave it back to him. “There’s my number. Text me later and I’ll send you the address. Is 7:00 good?”
“That should do,” admitted Saks, “as long as you don’t send me to the furthest corners of Connecticut.”
“Don’t worry. Someplace off 91 or 95. I’ll let you know.”
“Mysterious,” he said with a smile.
“Perhaps,” she replied with a cute smirk. “We’ll see how good you are at following breadcrumbs.”
Saks reached out and pulled her to him. “Oh, are we into fairytales now?” he whispered into her ear. “Because there are a few fantasies I’d love to explore with you.”
She shivered in his arms and leaned into him. “You’ve got to get to work and I need to get going. Let’s continue this conversation later.”
“Okay, but don’t be surprised if I text you during the day.”
“I’d be surprised if you didn’t,” she said with that sexy smirk. It was driving Saks crazy. All he could think about was kissing those beautiful lips.
Her hot mouth pressed against him, sparking memories of last night. Saks wanted more of her. As her tongue met his, he felt his knees melt under him.
He finally pulled away. “Keep that up and I won’t let you leave.”
She chuckled. “Then that gives you something to contemplate during the day.” She gave him a sweet peck on the cheek before peeling herself out of his arms. “Later, lover.”
With being half-aroused and not dressed, only his eyes could follow her to the door. He heard the door close behind her and he dropped onto the bed.
Damn.
He sat there in a sexual haze while his cock stubbornly refused to acknowledge that its object of interest had left the building. Saks hissed to himself and made his way to the shower. As the hot water beat on him, sexy images of the previous night kept him hard, and just to get the morning moving forward he took matters into his own hand.
Everything she did and said stimulated his imagination. While his hands played with his stiff rod, he imaged eating her out and then sinking inside her. Lord, she was tight and wet, and when he realized that she truly wanted as much as he could give her, he did. And when she broke apart in his arms, screaming his name, he came as if the world had exploded and he stood at ground zero.
That remembrance sparked his orgasm now, and his cum splashed against the shower walls in long spurts. Breathing hard he put his forearms against the wall, leaning his head against them. What was it about this woman that captured his attention? She was a touch snobby, which wasn’t attractive, but she also was sharp, witty, and didn’t hold back. And she was absolutely fucking gorgeous, every inch of her.
He didn’t deny that he found the swell of her breasts, with their little pink nipples absolutely charming. Or that he was equally fond of her hips that flared in womanly curves to frame delightfully round ass cheeks.
Saks licked his lips again to capture the fading taste of her kiss. Yeah. This was a woman worth pursuing, and if he had to play things less cool than he did with other women, then he’d have to do that.
Reluctantly, he climbed out of the shower and turned it off. It was time to get back to real life.
His phone buzzed with a text so, with his towel wrapped around his waist, he reached for his phone on the bed. For a second he had the insane hope that she’d sent him a text. But he was supposed to send the first one. She didn’t take his number.
“If you think you’re getting away from me that fast, you’re in for it,” he thought.
But he looked at the text anyway and found with disappointment that it was from his Uncle Vits.
“Damn,” he muttered. “What does he want now?”
“Call me,” the text said. This made sense. Uncle Vits hated texts. But Saks had no desire to speak to him. With a shock, Saks realized that after meeting Chrissy, there was no way in hell he was going to meet the Serafina woman.
There was no point. It was possible nothing could work out with Chrissy. Maybe she’ll end up marrying the asshole her family wants her to. But there was no way any other woman was going to hold a candle to Chrissy, and he couldn’t put himself or any other woman through that. It wouldn’t be fair to either of them.
