Kindergarten teacher Molly had all her ducks in a row; a good job at local school, a nice little house in a nice little town, a good, steady man for a boyfriend... everything good, nice and steady. She shouldn't be hankering for something else really, especially not something like the town's bad boy, the rogue even in the motorcycle gang, Rafe McNamara...
When we cruised along the quiet streets, I still couldn't shake the feeling of how surreal the whole thing was. A week ago I could never see myself like this, riding on a bike with my arms around a man like Rafe — not to mention doing it behind my boyfriend's back... Yeah, better not be mentioning that.
And yet, as we got into the quieter side roads, Rafe kicking the speed up a notch, I thought this was what I'd been thinking of... Something different, something exciting.
I took a deep breath and lay my head on his shoulder, our helmets knocking together slightly and I could feel him chuckling a little. My hands were on his abs and I let them roam, thrilled that he was cool about it. He had been more than encouraging, in fact.
I held on tighter and I could feel him hum with pleasure. Swallowing a little, I realized my body had this enormous thirst to be close to his and I scooted closer, letting all my generous softness squashed against his back.
He froze for a split second before placing a hand on one of mine and squeezing it.
Then I felt him pushing my hand lower, my heart beating loudly in my ear. I bit my lip when I found him hard and big under his jeans. My hand got greedy pretty quick and started rubbing, hard.
|Publisher:||Dark December LCC|
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