Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 65310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
When I would’ve place my hands gently around his middle, he laughed, and hauled me in tight.
“We’re gonna go hard and fast, baby girl. You’re gonna need to hold on tighter than that,” Keifer growled, then threw his body into starting the bike.
It rumbled to life, and the vibrations the bike sent through my body had me humming in anticipation almost immediately.
The only thing that kept me from succumbing to my building orgasm was Keifer’s yelled command.
He must’ve felt the same desire burning through him as I did, because he knew exactly what to say to get me to calm down.
He definitely knew how to control my desires
“Don’t you dare come without me. The next time you come will be with me inside you, buried so deep you’ll feel me in your throat,” Keifer growled over the powerful engine.
I closed my eyes and attempted to reel in my wayward thoughts about seeing just what this bike could do…while sitting still…with him inside me.
Pounding deep.
I didn’t hear his hiss, but I felt it.
It vibrated through him, and I felt it in my chest that was pressed up against his back.
“Twelve more hours, and you’re fucking mine,” he promised.
Then he roared out of the driveway.
I gasped in surprise, burying my face into the back of his leather vest, and held on for all I was worth.
My body became one with his.
We moved fluidly on the back of his bike. We leaned into the turns together, and when he’d lean forward, my body would automatically follow.
When he’d stop and place his feet down onto the ground to look both ways, my legs would become pliable, allowing him the movement he needed without thought.
I couldn’t hear him at all, though.
I could only hear the way the wind whipped through my hair and the rumble of the powerful machine between my thighs.
And by the time I arrived at the front entrance of the hospital, I was a panting mess.
My legs wouldn’t even work.
Not even when all of my friends in my class gaped at me.
“Your friends are waiting, baby girl,” Keifer drawled, twisting around and whispering into my ear.
It was then I realized that he’d shut the engine of the bike off, and was just sitting there, allowing me to hug the back of him.
I slowly let him go, regret in every movement I made while I disentangled myself from him.
If anything, I felt worse now about leaving him than I did earlier when we were standing there yelling in his entranceway.
“It’ll be okay, baby girl,” Keifer soothed, holding out his hand for me to stand.
I gave him a droll look. “And how will you know that?”
He smiled.
“Because I’ll make it so.”
And, surprisingly, I believed him.
“Alright,” I agreed quietly, taking his hand and swinging my leg over the back of the bike.
I stumbled once my feet were on the ground, falling into him.
Whether on purpose or not, I was happy to have his arms around me from the front this time.
He looked up into my eyes, and I studied his face.
Both of us could feel the heat, the desire, the pure need, pulsating between us.
Sadly, both of us had duties, and we wouldn’t be able to do anything about it until tonight.
He had some huge meeting with the small chains of Vassago Motors that were interspersed throughout the city, and I had a clinical to knock out.
But I didn’t want to leave him.
“Go, before I neglect my duties and take you with me,” he said gruffly, slapping me on the ass.
Reluctantly, I backed away from him enough to give him a small kiss on the scruff of his cheek, and started to turn away.
He smiled, started the bike up, and said two words over the roar of the engine.
“Be good.”
With that, he was gone, and I was left watching him go.
Once I could no longer see him, I joined my gawking friends on the sidewalk, and we started our trek inside.
It wasn’t until we were on the elevator that the dams burst open as they all started clattering at the same time.
“Holy cannoli,” Merry whispered.
“Jesus Christ on a crutch, I need a sponge bath already,” Justin fanned himself.
“Who was that?” Brooklyn hissed trying to get a word in edgewise.
I smiled. “That would be Keifer.”
***
By noon I was dying.
Not because I was literally dying, but because I was burning hot. Not overheated, sweaty, temperature hot. Oh no, I was horny hot as in squirming, throbbing and frustrated.
Every move I made had my pussy clenching, aching at its emptiness.
And I needed Keifer.
Badly.
Was he feeling the same way I was?
Or was it just me?
At least all the work Keifer had put into me this morning had my newfound abilities under check.
“I’m taking my lunch break,” I told my preceptor.
“Sure thing, honey. You looked wiped,” she said sorrowfully. “I’ll be here when you get back.”