Chapter Three
It was almost 7pm and somehow, Bronx had managed to pull together a fairly nice dinner from what little food he had in the house. Most nights, he wasn’t even home for dinner; the Coyotes were usually at Dread’s until the wee hours, planning, or just messing around. So unless his housekeeper got annoyed and stocked his cabinets, food was generally in short supply. But he had enough between the pantry and freezer to roast a chicken, bake some potatoes with Sriracha, and steam broccoli. He didn’t know what Mia was expecting, but he hoped that was good enough.
7:30 rolled around and Mia was back yet. In spite of himself, Bronx sat on his couch, staring through the TV and worrying that something had happened to her. He was just about to go out and start looking for her when the front door opened and there she stood, covered in mud and twigs, with a giant smile on her face.
“What in the name of all that is holy happened to you?” Bronx shouted.
Mia looked down at her clothes and shrugged with a laugh. “Oh! I fell down a hill. No big deal. Do you want me to try and… scrape some of this off outside?”
“Scrape it off? No, that’s… Ridiculous. Why don’t you take a shower? Dinner can wait a few more minutes. You can use the guest room. There is a robe in there, and I’ll wash your clothes while we eat.”
Mia set her bag down and gave Bronx a curious glance. “Normally, I wouldn’t accept an offer to shower in a relative stranger’s house, but that food smells amazing and I don’t want to drip mud all over your dining room. So a shower sounds amazing.”
Bronx lead Mia up the stairs and to the guest room, where he handed her a plush white robe and directed her to the bathroom. He tried to avert his eyes as she began stripping out of her clothes and handing them to him piece by piece to wash, but he couldn’t help but notice how curvy and beautiful her body was. It was driving him insane, and he felt like he had to get out of the room before he did something he’d regret.
“I’m going to get these started in the laundry. Don’t rush or anything though.”
Mia waved him out of the bedroom as she started the shower, and he rushed out as fast as his legs would carry him. When he caught to the laundry room, he chastised himself as he loaded her clothes into the washing machine.
Dude, you have to knock it off. Dread will kill you, and besides… she’s way too good for you. Give her dinner and drive her home…
Half an hour later, Mia came down the stairs, wrapped in the robe with her long blonde hair piled up in a bun. Bronx tried to look nonchalant about the whole thing, but his mind was reeling. Mia was like no one he had ever met, in New York or California, and when she smiled at him, her eyes sparkling behind her glasses, he felt his heart begin to race.
“So, dinner? I’m starving!” Mia said she skipped over to the table. Bronx got up off the couch and began gathering the food from the stove.
“This looks delicious,” Mia said with a hungry growl. “Did you really make all of this?”
“Well, it wasn’t too hard. It was literally all there was in the house, so I didn’t have a lot of options.”
As they ate, they talked about their lives, and their past. Mia told him about growing up as the second-marriage child, and how hard Dread took it when his mom remarried her father. Bronx told her about his abusive father, and how he thought everything would be better when he left, but how impossible it had been to make ends meet with just his mom working. That was part of the reason he’d busted his ass to make the mod shop a success. Before long, they’d moved from the table to the living room, and were drinking wine in front of the fire. After another few hours of laughing and talking, Bronx looked at the clock and almost spit out his wine.
“Shit! Mia, it’s 2am. I need to get you home. Dread is going to kill me.”
Mia laughed and lay back on the couch, propping her feet up on Bronx’s lap. “Bronx, I’m an adult. I’m in a master’s program. I’m not some high school bobbysoxer that has to be home before curfew.”
“Yeah, but Mia…”
Before he had a chance to say anything else, Mia leaned over and kissed him, hard. She started nibbling at his lips, and thrusting her tongue in to his mouth, leaving Bronx powerless to respond.
“Damn, Mia. If you don’t stop now, I don’t think I’m going to be able to either,” Bronx cautioned Mia as the twitch in his groin warned him just how much he ached for her touch.
“Who said I want you to stop?” Mia said with a smile, gasping from their frantic kiss. “Davey is out on a run tonight anyway. He probably won’t be back until tomorrow. We have all the time in the world.”
Mia began pulling Bronx toward the steps that lead up to the bedrooms, holding tight to his hand; she was resolute in her steps, and intermittently she turned back to shoot Bronx a naughty glance over her shoulder. When they were outside Bronx’s bedroom, she kissed him again, a frenzied and serious kiss, then pulled him into the room and threw him down on the bed.
Bronx found himself intoxicated by the clean smell of her hair, spicy cinnamon and clean jasmine, the scent of her shampoo, and the delicate softness of her skin. He pulled his t-shirt up over his head, and slipped out of his pants, dropping them on the floor. Then Bronx watched with a painful ache as she slipped out of her robe, laying before him in nothing but the smallest threads of lace underwear. His heart was drumming a deafening melody as she lay beside him, rebellious and alive.
He buried his head against her belly, gently kissing her navel and then tracing kisses up her stomach, while his hands stroked her back and ass. Mia groaned as he clasped the full mounds of flesh between his hands, firm yet soft – just like her. He looked up into her beautiful eyes, and kissed her again, this time with all of the passion he was feeling deep in his own belly. She was less fierce now, but he could see the fog of lust smoldering in her big brown eyes. She closed them tightly as he dove his tongue into the depths of her delicious mouth, relishing each moment, each feeling. Her hands grasped desperately at his shoulders, then let go to stroke and explore the rest of Bronx’s body.
“Yesss,” Mia hummed as she ran her fingers over his huge muscles. And as Bronx began another series of kisses down her neck to her lace-covered nipples, he cupped her breast and began to tease the nipple with his expert tongue. He had never seen such an absolutely perfect woman before, and though he thought that he could spend forever exploring her body, teasing her for eternity, he couldn’t wait any longer. His fingers pushed the lace of her bra down, exposing her firm, pert mound. He sucked softly, increasing the pressure until she gasped in pleasure.
“Do you like that, gorgeous? You want more of that, don’t you?” Bronx asked Mia, examining her face as he pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
She nodded that she did, biting at her lip. Bronx felt his cock jump at the sexy gesture and moved to her other breast, repeating his actions and leading Mia to writhe under his touch. He let his hand slip lower down her body, over her soft belly, until he was cupping her sex gently. Then, as Bronx allowed a lazy finger to stroke softly at her pussy lips through her lacy panty, he waited until he felt her hips rise up towards his hand. Since she seemed to enjoy his touch, he gave her perky nipple another gentle squeeze.
“Fuck, please Bronx. I need you now,” Mia begged, her hips lifting up and grinding against his palm. Bronx let out a low, sexy growl, relishing the way her body seemed to respond to his touch.
In a blinding rush, Bronx pulled down her lace thong, as Mia unlatched her bra and tossed it onto the floor. He knelt beside the bed, and pulled Mia towards him so that her legs were hanging over the edge, then spread her thighs open, reveling in the sweet scent of her, and enjoying just how wet and hot she was. He ran my finger down her glossy folds, and rubbed tenderly at her clit.
“Don’t stop, Bronx. I need more,” Mia cried as Bronx withdrew his finger. Next, he lowered his head, and laved softly at the spot his finger had just left. She tasted delicious, and he could feel her body as it throbbed and lurched with pleasure. He plunged two fingers deep inside her and built her up, with a relentless staccato that threatened to overpower her.
“Please, now, I’m going to come, Bronx!”
“No Mia, this one is all for you. The next one will be for both of us, I promise you.”
He continued to give her pussy his focused devotion until she screamed out, and he felt her silken walls contract around his fingers, her orgasm overwhelming both of them as she went rigid with absolute pleasure.
Mia’s body went limp, and Bronx inched up her, returning his attentions to her delicious breasts, licking and nibbling until she began to writhe against him once more.
“You sure you want to keep going?” Bronx teased. She looked up at him, and reached down to take his cock in her small hand and guide its head to her waiting pussy. He put a hand out and gently set it on her wrist to stop her.
“You’d damn well better get inside me soon biker boy, or I may just have to hike down that mountain after all,” she said with a wink. But, the sensitive tip of his cock was already right at the edge of her depths, so when she grabbed his ass and pulled it toward her, they were one at last.
“Fuck, Mia,” he groaned as he felt her tight pussy welcome his cock, snug and perfectly delectable.
They rocked and thrust with increased furor; Bronx pulled Mia’s legs up, so they rested on either side of his head, allowing him to bury himself deeply inside of her luscious sex.
“Faster, Bronx! I need more, all of you!” she cried as her nails dug deep and scraped against any part of his skin she could reach in her passion. “I need you now.”
He gave her everything he had and watched her face in awe as her second orgasm overtook her, her inner muscles pulling him into her tight and hard until he came too. Then they collapsed in a gratified heap on the bed, wrapped in each other’s arms.
Bronx couldn’t stop smiling as he held a sweaty and tired Mia in his arms, even as he knew in his heart he might have made a mistake. There was something about the way she fit against him so perfectly though, that drown out the doubts rattling around in his head.
“Wow,” Mia said finally. “That was kind of unexpected, honestly.”
“Really?” Bronx asked with a laugh. “I kind of felt like you knew what you were after almost immediately.”
Mia slapped Bronx on the stomach with a laugh. “I came here to run climate tests in the mountains. Not bone a biker. That was just a happy bonus.”
Bronx watched Mia as she drifted off to sleep next to him, and when he fell asleep, the last thing he saw were her beautiful eyes smiling at him.