I was watching the clock. The sales part of the dealership was open all day on Saturday, but the service department was open only nine until noon. We only had two of the six techs working on Saturdays, each tech working one weekend out of three, but I had to work every Saturday. I arrived thirty minutes after and left thirty minutes before the techs each day to compensate me for working Saturday. We didn’t repair a lot of hogs on Saturday, but as the service writer, it was my single busiest day. Saturday was when everybody and their brother wanted to drop off or pick up a bike. At 11:52, the rush had slowed, and Scott showed up. My lips tightened in annoyance and fear as he pulled to a stop and stepped off his hog.

The phone call to the police had resulted in a big, fat nothing. Scott was at the clubhouse all night, ask anyone, and I was just the crazy ex-girlfriend looking to stir up the shit with false accusations. They’d warned him off, but they couldn’t arrest him on just my accusation, not without some form of evidence, and there wasn’t any. Not even bruising on my neck. He parked the helmet on the mirror and stuck his sunglasses into his pocket as he ambled up to me.

“That wasn’t very nice.”

“Neither was grabbing me by the throat.”

He bobbed his head. “Yeah, well, maybe I shouldn’t have done that. But listen, I’m willing to forget all that. I did some digging on that asshole you’re seeing. He’s fucking loaded. I mean, more money than God loaded. Did you know that?”

I debated my answer. “Yeah, I know. So?”

I flinched as he gently patted my face. “I didn’t give you enough credit.”

“What do you mean?”

“You, cozying up to this fat cat.”

My eyes narrowed. “What are you implying?”

He jerked his head in a slight nod, humoring me. “A zebra can’t change her stripes. You know what I mean, and I think you should keep seeing him. In fact, I think you should dangle a little poon-tang for him.”

“A week ago you told me you never wanted me to see him again and said if I fucked him you would hurt me. You might remember that. It was when your hand was around my throat.”

He smiled, an unpleasant sight. “For the right price, I’ll let this pussy fuck my pussy.”

It finally clicked. “Blackmail.”

“Call it what you will. I prefer to think of it as a service charge for fucking my old lady. I want you to get in close, get him to like you, let him have a taste of that fine ass of yours, then you milk him.”

I glanced around. “I’m not doing that. Forget it.”

“Sure you are. Maybe if you get him hooked enough, we’ll do a little kidnapping. See how much you’re worth to him.”

“Get out of here! I’m not playing your stupid games!”

“This is our big break, babe. This is what we’ve been waiting for.”

“There is no us. There is no we. Why can’t you get that through your head?”

He glared at me, his eyes narrowing in anger. “Because you’re mine, bitch, and you’re going to do this. We’re going to fleece this motherfucker for everything he’s got.”

I pointed at the door. “Get out of here and never come back. Stay away from me or I’m going to the cops and tell them everything I know about those backdoor deals at the club.”

The Ravens had done a pretty good job staying off the cops’ radar so far. They were occasionally picked up for fights at their club, and they’d been raided once for running prostitution out of the club but later the charges were dropped due to lack of evidence. The cops apparently didn’t know about the drug dealing. As far as the cops knew, the Ravens’ club operated just inside the legal line, I knew Rock wanted to keep it that way, and that was my trump card. I couldn’t prove any of it, but the last thing he wanted was the cops sniffing around.

His face turned to stone and his eyes were deadly. “You keep your fucking mouth shut.”

“Then stay away from me. I’ve kept your secrets out of respect for my friends and club, but no more. You threaten me? I’ll burn your fucking ass to the ground.” I glared at him, letting him see the truth in my eyes.

“Fuck you, bitch,” he growled. “The only reason I was going to take you back is I felt sorry for you.”

“Save your sympathy for someone who wants it.”

“You keep your fucking mouth shut, or so help me, Mikki, what Trip-B did to you won’t be shit compared to what I’ll do.”

“Stay away from me and you’ll have nothing to worry about. I don’t give a shit about you, the Ravens, or your drug dealing. Not anymore.”

He glared at me a moment then turned on his toe, stomped to his hog, started it, and gunned it out of the shop, leaving a black skid mark as he left. I was quaking in my shoes, but after a moment, my heart began pounding for a different reason. I’d just burned that bridge to the fucking ground, and goddamn did it feel good!

We were locked in a M.A.D. situation. Mutually…Assured…Destruction. If I went to the cops, he’d beat the shit out of me, or worse. If he touched me, he’d have to kill me or I’d go to the cops, but with my complaint against him, killing me would bring down all kinds of heat he didn’t want. I couldn’t burn him, and he couldn’t touch me. Neither of us could touch the other, and I was fine with that.

I couldn’t get out of work fast enough. As I walked to my car, I felt like I was floating. Telling Rock off and backing him down was incredibly empowering. I’d been told what to do by some member of the Ravens my entire adult life, but no more. No fucking more!

I raced home. I had chili to make. Thom was coming over, and the thought of seeing him spun me up even tighter. I was almost crackling with energy as I pottered around the kitchen, browning hamburger, opening cans of tomatoes sauce, and adding spices.

While the chili simmered, I hopped in the shower. I wanted to look my best when Thom arrived. I was letting my hair grow out a little, and I arranged it into a casual, messy is sexy look before I dug through my closet, pulling out a pair of stretchy jeans and a short, salmon-colored top with a deep plunge to show off my assets. I dressed, putting on something lacy underneath just in case, and looked at myself in the mirror, running my hands over my ass, deciding that the hair and outfit struck the right balance between sexy and coy. I debated with myself and added a pair of sandals so I wouldn’t look like a hick running around barefoot.

I was stirring the chili when I heard the knock on the door. I peeked through the peephole and smiled as I opened the door for Thom. His face split into a wide smile.

“I brought the beer,” he said, holding up a six-pack of Citrus Blonde.

“Perfect!” I cheered as I dragged him into the apartment and kissed him.

“You seem to be in a good mood, and you look fantastic.”

“Thank you. I am, and you don’t look so bad yourself.” He wore dark jeans, a black turtleneck, and a light grey blazer. A timeless look, and he was good enough to eat.

He carried the beer to the fridge, then smelled the chili. “Smells great.”

I smiled. “Want a beer?”

“No, but have one if you like.”

I thought about it but decided against it. “Do you want to eat now?”

“That’s up to you. I can eat now or later.”

The way he was looking at me, and the slight smile on his lips as he talked about eating, made me feel itchy. That crackling energy was back, amplified by his presence.

“The longer the chili simmers, the better it tastes.”

“I wouldn’t want to rush it.”

I stepped in closer. “I figure in another hour or so, it will be at peak flavor.”

“Then we should wait,” he rumbled as he pulled me in. “Maybe what we need is an appetizer.”

“Maybe,” I breathed. “Something to whet the appetite while we wait?”

“My thoughts exactly.”

I couldn’t believe how aroused I was becoming. Nobody had ever drawn me into verbal foreplay like this before. In the past, I’d be on my knees with someone’s cock in my mouth by now, but this was so much sexier.

I licked my lips. “Do you have something in mind?”

“Oh yeah,” he murmured as his lips closed over mine.

He pulled me in and kissed me like I’d never been kissed before. The kiss was slow and deeply erotic, a kiss that promised great pleasures to come, a kiss that left me breathless. He slowly pulled back and smiled, his lips only millimeters from mine.

“Is your appetite whetted?” he breathed.

“God, yes. Is yours?” I answered just as quietly.

“Very.”

He paused, and I could tell there was some internal dialog going on, so I decided to give him a nudge. “How do you feel about eating something now while we wait on the chili?”

His lips twitched, one side of his mouth quirking up into a crooked smile. “I’d love to eat a little something now. It might improve my appetite later.”

“Fuck,” I breathed. “Are you as turned on as I am?”

“More.”

“Then stop fucking around and take me to bed.”

He pulled me to him and his second kiss was even more deeply erotic, easily the best kiss I’d ever had. It was gentle yet passionate, sizzling in intensity but with a caring undertone.

“God, I want you,” I murmured as the kiss dissolved.

I led him to the bedroom. As soon as we stepped into the room I turned, offering him my best wicked seductress smile. I reached to unzip his pants as I started to kneel, but he caught me by my shoulders and pulled me upright.

“Not yet,” he rumbled.

He turned me in his arms and pulled my back to him, his hands sliding over my body as he kissed my neck. The slow caress of his hands made me squirm, and I gasped softly as he massaged my breasts. He slowly undressed me, kissing me everywhere but where I wanted to be kissed, his fingers sliding over my skin gossamer light, filling me with raging desire. No man had ever taken so much time and care to turn me on, to set my fires to raging, to please me without asking for anything in return. As the last of my covering fell away, I turned and he paused, taking a step back as his gaze lazily traveled my length.

“I have no words,” he finally whispered.

He couldn’t have said anything sexier, and I worked hard to not beam. “Now you,” I murmured as I stepped close and slid his blazer off his shoulders.

I slowly stripped him, not wanting to rush the moment. I’d seen him shirtless once before, but now, as I slowly kissed down his chest, I could truly appreciate his body. He was perfect, the type of man the Greeks and Romans sculpted into marble.

I liked how he allowed me to explore without trying to shove his cock into my mouth. As I moved lower, I opened his pants and smiled as he sprang into view. I remembered in high school history, me and a few of my oh-so sophisticated friends made fun of the size of the penises on the old statues we saw in history class. I’d thought Thom had the body of a Greek statue? I was wrong. He was much better endowed.

I knelt as I lowered his pants, giving his cock a slow, licking kiss before moving on, sliding his pants further down. I returned to his cock, but once again he pulled me to my feet. He kissed me lustily, holding me firmly against his warm, hard body as he took my lips. I moaned softly, aching to feel him inside me. He slowly disengaged from the kiss, holding me to him, his lips just touching mine as he panted, his chest rising and falling in slow waves.

I squeaked in surprise when he suddenly squatted and picked me up, handling me as if I weighed nothing at all, before carefully laying me across the bed. He started at my lips and worked his way down, his fingers and lips seemingly everywhere at once. I moaned and squirmed, unable to stay still. I often acted like this with Rock, the incredibly turned on bitch, but with Thom, it was no act. I’d been more than three months without getting laid and hadn’t taken the edge off with a little self-love. Now, with Thom’s slow, sensual seduction, I was primed to explode.

When he reached my womanhood, he tormented me with butterfly kisses and the most tender of licks, raising my heat even higher. He built me up, little by little, drawing out the pleasure. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore he changed, his kisses becoming deeper and his licks firmer. He’d primed me, and his sudden sensual aggression lit the fuse.

“Oh…fuck!” I snarled as my orgasm crashed over me, tossing me this way and that as it battered me.

I lay on the bed, a quivering, twitching mess, and I fucking loved it. As I recovered, his lips were waiting. I lunged at them, as desperate for them as a man crossing a desert was for water. He kissed me luxuriously, allowing me to take my fill. I wanted him. I wanted him more than any woman had ever wanted any man.

I didn’t care he didn’t have a condom on. I knew it wasn’t smart, but I’d fucked plenty of men bareback when it wasn’t smart. I steered him between my legs and…when had he put on a condom? It didn’t matter, and I relaxed. Thomas Gregg, ever the thoughtful gentleman.

He entered me unhurriedly, taking his time, his lips leisurely dancing over mine as he slowly sank into my depths. He wasn’t huge, but he was bigger than most and filled me nicely as he held himself deep, watching my face, his own countenance a mixture of desire, playfulness, and something else, something I couldn’t put my finger on.

He began to move in a relaxed reciprocating of hips, his manhood sliding in and out of me with exquisite pleasure. Most of my fucking had been full of sound and fury, a mad rush to completion with a hard pounding that sent me soaring, but as before, Thom was taking his time, slowly building me up.

His face twisted as he moaned low and deep. “Fuck!” he snarled as he pulled out.

“What?” I asked, concerned.

He blew out a breath. “It’s been too long.”

The thought of me exciting him that much, that he’d been so long without a woman and I was going to break his drought, made me buzz as if someone had touched me with a live wire. I smiled. I’d been wound tight and he’d taken good care of me. Now I was going to take care of him. I drew his lips to mine with one hand as I pulled him back into me with the other.

He moaned again as he settled deep. God he felt good! If he could hold out for even a few minutes, I might come again. “Fuck me,” I whispered. “Fuck me and don’t stop.” He groaned as he began to move. “Faster!” I urged. He tried to stop again, but I spurred him with my heels. “No! Don’t stop!”

He reared up, his face twisting in erotic agony as he thrust with purpose. He bared his teeth, his face twisting in sensual pain as he fought his orgasm, his body tightening, muscles bulging, until he burst into motion. He roared quietly as he pounded into me, his body racked with spasms as he drove into me with long, hard, fast strokes. It was perhaps the most erotic display of a man orgasming I’d ever seen.

He barked out a final loud grunt before he stilled, his strong arms vibrating, his head low. Another spasm twisted him as he panted, grunting and hissing while thrusting into me with three hard fast pumps, before becoming still again. I pulled him down, wanting to feel him close.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured into my neck.

I smiled. “For what?”

“I didn’t last very long. I—”

“Shhh…” I purred. “It’s okay. You made me come hard earlier.” I sighed as I stroked his head. “It’d been a long time for me, too.”

He rose, kissed me sweetly, and smiled at me. He had such a charming smile. “I can do better the next time.”

“You’d better,” I teased.

We snuggled for a while and then had dinner. After the chili and a couple of beers, we sat on the couch, cuddled for an hour or so, then returned to bed. He did much, much better the second time. He was a caring and gentle lover, and by the time we finished, I was well fucked and wonderfully relaxed.

I wanted him to stay the night, but he explained how he couldn’t because he had to get home for Bailey. I was disappointed, but he stayed long enough that we slept for a while. I appreciated that he woke me with kisses to tell me good night instead of slipping away like a thief in the night. Even though he couldn’t stay, he didn’t leave me feeling used, as I sometimes had in the past.

I watched as he dressed. I was wet for him, and he was rock hard. He kissed me again, teasing my nipple with a finger as he did.

“If you don’t stop that, I’m going to drag you back into this bed and have my way with you,” I warned as the kiss dissolved, but his finger continued to tease.

“Promises, promises,” he muttered.

I pulled him down. We wrestled and giggled for a moment before he pinned me down and kissed me thoroughly. Having him straddle me, my hands pinned to the bed above my head as he kissed me, was incredibly erotic.

“I do have to go,” he breathed as he released me.

“I know.”

He crawled out of the bed and straightened his shirt. He looked at me a moment and kissed me a final time. “You were amazing,” he whispered as our lips parted.

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “So were you.”

I pulled on a robe and followed him to the door. “Sleep well,” he whispered before giving me a smooch and opening the door. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“You’d better,” I said with a smile as he slipped out. I closed the door behind him.

I glanced at the clock as I returned to my room. It was almost two in the morning. I yawned as I fell into bed, smiling as I stretched, squirmed, and got comfortable. After what he did to me, I wasn’t going to have any trouble sleeping tonight. I closed my eyes, and in moments, I was asleep, my dreams filled with thoughts of Thom.