Kristen Ashley - Motorcycle Man

“I got it,” Hawk replied.

“Four ways,” Hector’s deep voice rumbled.

“You got it last time,” Brock remarked.

“And I’ll get it again this time,” Hawk returned.

“Fuck, we’ll split it,” Mitch repeated but with an extra word.

“Oo lordy,” Elvira whispered. “Normal men fight over the check and it can get nasty. Badasses fighting over the check, I don’t see good things.”

“I already got it,” Sadie threw in at this juncture and four sets of male eyes turned to her and although she looked like a fairy princess and was married to a serious hot guy, I didn’t want to be her at that moment.

“Fuck me,” Hector sighed then asked weirdly, “Did you also buy the restaurant while you were at it?”

“No!” Sadie snapped.

“That’s a first,” Hector muttered.

“I’ve never bought a restaurant, Hector,” Sadie retorted.

“Way you spread your money around, mi amor, we won’t be able to put our kids through college,” Hector returned.

“I could buy three restaurants and still we’d be able to put our kids through college,” she shot back and I was surprised. First, because, obviously she was loaded. Second, because she’d seemed sweet and funny but not sassy. Clearly, she was sassy. It was way cute.

“Red,” I heard a gravelly voice say and my head whipped around to see Tack standing at the other end of the table. “Bike.”

Even though his presence ratcheted the hotness quotient surrounding our table up about seventeen notches, not to mention he was mine, I started glaring.

“Well hello to you too, handsome.”

“Bike,” he repeated.

“Would you like to say hi to everyone?” I suggested.

He cast his eyes around the table and grunted, “Yo.” Then he locked his eyes on me and reiterated, “Bike.”

Picking a girl at random, I chose Tess. “He’s not scary biker dude. He’s bossy biker dude.”

“Red,” Tack cut in and I looked back at him. “Bike.”

I kept glaring at him.

“Now I see the other half of it,” Hawk muttered at this point.

“Tyra,” Tack stated in a warning, growly voice.

“Oh, all right,” I snapped and hopped off my stool, catching Sadie’s eyes. “Sadie, thanks for the drinks. That was sweet. My turn next time.”

“Okay,” she replied.

“Like that’s gonna happen,” Hector muttered.

Sadie rolled her eyes.

I smiled at her and looked at Hawk.

“I didn’t get a chance to thank you for rescuing me.”

“Don’t mention it,” he replied.

“I already did,” I pointed out and got the dimples.

Wow.

“Then, you’re welcome,” he said.

I smiled at him then gave my good-byes and nice to meet you’s and made my way to Tack. The instant I got close, his hand closed around mine and he dragged me toward the door.

I turned back and waved at the crew.

The girls waved back.

The men watched with lips tipped up.

I memorized the view because, seriously, they were like out of a movie about cool, badass macho men and funny, sassy women that dressed kickass who all bantered and got kidnapped frequently.

Except better.

“What’s the hurry?” I asked, running through the parking lot to keep up.

“The hurry is, you told me about the dress and shoes, babe. But you did not let me in on the face and hair. So, now that I got a look at it all, especially that hair, I wanna get this talk about everything outta the way so I can fuck you ‘til you stop breathing.”

At his reply, I stopped breathing.

Approximately a nanosecond later, he stopped us at his bike.

I forgot about Tack fucking me until I stopped breathing and stared at his bike as I drunkenly swayed.

“I’m not going to be able to get on that thing,” I informed him as he swung a leg around.

“Climb on,” he ordered when he settled in and was tinkering with starting the bike and my eyes went from his kickass Harley Dyna Glide to him.

“How?”

His eyes came to me. “How you always do it.”

“Tack!” I snapped then concentrated on enunciating, “I’m in a short skirt.”

“So?”

“So?” I asked back. “It’ll be indecent.”

“Not to me.”

“Tack –”

“Climb on.”

“Tack!”

He leaned toward me. “Babe, normally, you know practically anything you do makes me hard. Now, you’re drunk, you’re wearing that dress, those shoes and you got that hair and just lookin’ at you is doin’ a number on me. We need to get home. Fast. Climb… the fuck… on.”

I stared at him thinking, nice.

So I climbed on.

Although I was more than tipsy therefore it was wobbly and not the most graceful mount, it wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. Luckily no one was around so if there was a crotch shot to be had, there wasn’t anyone to witness it.

The instant my hands slid around Tack’s belly, the bike roared then we roared out of the parking lot. I held on tight and enjoyed the warm night air, the refreshing breeze, the feel of my soft body pressed close to Tack’s hard one and it seemed like we were at my house in seconds. This was unfortunate since during the ride I was thinking I could ride in the warm night air, pressed to Tack for years.

We got off, Tack grabbed my hand and walked up the walk. Since I was attached to him, I followed, carefully putting one foot in front of the other. At my front door Tack commandeered my keys and let me in. Once in, I immediately tossed my clutch across the room to the couch and turned to him. He was locking the door and the second he turned to me, I grabbed onto his tee and started walking backward, pulling him with me.

“Are we talkin’?” he asked and my hands in his tee yanked up fast and hard so he was forced to lift his arms so I could tug his shirt free. This I did.

I threw his tee to the side and latched onto his belt loops with my fingers, pulling him with me as I resumed walking backward.

This was when, stupidly, against Elvira’s good advice, I commenced our important talk and I did it not only drunk but recklessly.

“We’re multi-tasking because even if the results of our discussion means we’re over or I have to take you and only you and give up part of my life’s dream, we’re still enjoying the rest of the night and I’m not in the mood to waste time.”

Tack stopped dead and since he did, I was forced to do it too.

“Tack, we’re nowhere near the bedroom,” I pointed out.

“The results of our discussion could mean we’re over?” he asked.

I went still at the sound of his voice. Low, more gravelly than normal and somewhat sinister.

“I told you it was important.”

“The results of our discussion could mean we’re over?” he repeated.

Suddenly, what I said in my drunken state penetrated and I whispered, “Yes,” then said, “Maybe.”

“Fuck, how did drinks with the girls bring us back here?” he growled.

“You’re forty-one,” I told him.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Gwen told me,” I shared.

“And?”

“And…” I hesitated then carried on, “I want kids.”

“And?”

I blinked.

“And, well, you’re forty-one.”

“We covered that, Red.”

“Plus, you have two kids,” I reminded him.

“I know that,” he told me.

“And they’re almost grown.”

“This is also something I know.”

“So, I’m thirty-five.”

“Got your job application, babe, read it. I know that too.”

“So I have no time to waste,” I said softly.

“Say again?”

“My biological clock is ticking,” I explained.

His hands came up and curled around either side of my head as his head came down and his face got in mine. “We’re skippin’ this back and forth shit, babe. Spit it the fuck out.”

“I calculated it,” I told him and stopped speaking.

“Think I already told you we’re skippin’ the back and forth shit, Tyra,” Tack warned and I hastily went on to explain.

“I calculated it. If this works with wooing time, as it were, engagement, wedding, time alone together, by the time we could get down to making babies, you’ll be forty-three, forty-four. And you’ve got two kids already grown. You won’t want to start over.”

His hands slid down to the sides of my neck and he asked, “Who says?”

I blinked again and my heart jumped.

Then I whispered, “You want more kids?”

“Sure. I like kids.”

My heart leaped and my voice was pitched high when I asked, “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“With, uh… me?”

“Seein’ as I’ve made it clear we’re buildin’ somethin’ here then the answer to that is, yeah. Not gonna go out and find another bitch and make babies with her when you’re in my bed.”

I lifted my hands to his chest and slid them down to his flat abs while I leaned into him and whispered, “Seriously?”

“Seriously, babe. What the fuck?”

“I really want kids, Tack, I always have and I was worried you wouldn’t want to do it all over again.”

His hands slid down and around so he was holding me while he stated, “Wasn’t hard the first time.”

I pressed closer to him, my hands sliding around his waist to wrap around his back as I said, “You’d know more than me but still. You’re a guy who lives wild and free. Your kids are almost grown so, when they finish growing and move on, you can be wilder and freer.”

“Baby,” he whispered, giving me a squeeze, “kids are not a ball and chain. There is no greater joy than creating a life, watching it grow and, while it does, helping it thrive. Didn’t feel stuck when God gave me Tabby and Rush. Kids are a big part of the ride of life. Not to mention one of the best parts of that ride. With the right woman, I’d be all over doin’ it again.”

Oh.

My.

God!

That was so beautiful.

“Tack,” I said softly.

“How many you want?”

“Two, maybe three.”

“Figure I could do that,” he muttered.

My arms grew tighter around him, I pressed close and whispered, “Honey.”

His arms grew tighter around me and he asked, “We done with this talk about everything?”

“Yes,” I answered.

“You good?” he asked.

Oh yes. I was good.

I nodded but added another soft, “Yes.”

His hands slid down over my ass and he ordered, “Then hop up, baby. Time to fuck.”

My skin erupted in goose bumps and I hopped up as his fingers dug into my ass and helped by pulling me up. I wrapped my legs around his hips, my arms around his shoulders and I dropped my head, my mouth aiming for his. I hit the target, one of his hands slid up my bare back to my neck and up into my hair, holding my head to his as his tongue spiked into my mouth and he started walking.

Before I knew it, my back hit bed and the heavy warmth of Tack’s body hit mine.

I instantly planted my spike-heel shod foot in the bed and rolled him to his back, me on top where I adjusted so I was straddling him.

“Baby,” he whispered.

“I get to play.”

He was silent a moment before he muttered, “Won’t argue with that.”

This was good since I’d already started and I didn’t start slow. Hands, lips tongue, I explored his chest, spent some time at his nipples, discovered every inch of his neck, I took my time doing it and I ended at his mouth.

As I kissed him, his hands that as I’d been playing wandered to my back and my ass, yanked up my skirt. They slid over the small of my back and down into my panties where his fingers clenched into my ass. Our kiss was so hot, I started grinding my very female parts against his very hard male parts and one of Tack’s hands slid from my ass, around and in. Then his fingers slid inside the gusset of my panties. At this, I was forced to break the kiss when he hit the spot, my head jerked back and I gasped.

“Oh God,” I whispered after I gasped and his finger slid inside as his thumb hit the spot and I gasped again then repeated a breathy, “Oh God.”

“Ride that, baby,” Tack growled and my hips acquiesced to his demand.

He did this a while, it felt good and I tried to kiss him while he did it and succeeded, at first. But I ended up giving up because I was so turned on I was panting against his lips.

I’d moved onto moaning, my hips were bucking and it was seriously building when Tack grunted, “Jesus. Fuckin’ hell. Greedy.”