Damn. Did that sound all wrong? That wasn’t what I meant to say and aren't I the one that ought to be apologizing?

I’m shaking so hard and my heart is galloping so that it actually grazes against my skin lining, making it painful to breathe. He looks so amazing, just like the night I ran into him with the cream. All wind blown hair and rough beard shadow. As soon as I see him, shocked because Dottie didn’t actually say why she was pulling me out of bed, my pussy begins to pulsate with desire that spreads through my core.

“I mean, you don’t have to be sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Bolt’s face relaxes in relief and I realize just how tense he was up until then. He takes a step toward me but I back away.

“Still, we can’t continue with this. If that’s what you wanted, that is.” I’m daring to make assumptions here. Perhaps he really has only come to say sorry.

He takes a step toward me and then suddenly I’m flying up and over onto his broad shoulder. With my thighs bolted onto his width by the iron belt of his forearm, he carries me fireman style out of the room.

“Put me down,” I hiss.

“Shhhh,” comes a double response.

He moves solidly down the stairs and even knows to step over the squeaker, without a hitch. Like I weigh nothing for him. I could squeal and tell him to put me down but the blood is rushing at my heart chambers faster than the pounding can keep up with.

I really don't want to wake anyone up to come stop him. He’s not taking no for an answer this time and that makes me eager to hear what else he has to say. Maybe he’s had time to come up with a plan that could work. I want that more than anything.

He throws back the front door and strides through, pulling it shut quietly.

“Where are we going,” I squeak. “I’ve got no clothes on.”

Now I start to struggle, my calves kicking at him lightly, to no avail.

“Yeah, I noticed,” he mutters. I can hear the big grin in his hushed growl.

That throbbing in my clit gets harder, made more intense my the proximity of his hard arm and heavy palm on my butt cheek. I should be grateful he’s holding down the fabric of my slip so I'm not exposed to anyone up at this hour but being bent over his shoulder like this has set sparks of lust flying through my pussy.

He strides down the path and only then sets me down beside his bike. He climbs on, one hand restraining me just in case I run back to the house.

“I can’t get on there,” I squeak. “I’m not wearing any underwear.”

“Yeah, I noticed that too,” He grins.

My hands come to my hips and I cock to one side, giving him my best ‘seriously?’ stare down.

“I’m not getting – wayaaa.”

He picks me up and pulls me onto the front of the bike, sitting between his thighs like you see children in countries without laws. I guess Bolt is lawless too, taking what he wants when he wants. He kicks back one foot and the bike takes off. Holy fuck, the rush of air on my spread pussy makes me come close to convulsion. Thank the lord it’s the dead of night and no one can see me.

He stops the bike just outside the Inn where Steele stayed and unstraddles. The way he lifts his long hefty thigh over the saddle starts the throbbing again and sparks of red light aim straight at my hard clit.

“Look at me,” he orders.

His body presses close, pressing into my thigh so I can’t dismount. All I can do is lift my eyes to his where I see lust and need and pain too. Why is he hurting right now?

“I want you to give us a chance,” he rasps.

I open my mouth to speak but when he lifts his hand for silence, close it again. His hand drops to rest on my thigh.

“I know I don’t have much to offer you. Right now. But that can change.”

I open my mouth but his eyes silence me, the squeeze on my thigh that pulls my lips open slightly and making me tremble.

“I can stop running and move to LA. I’ll stay there close to you while we work shit out.”

I can’t believe that he’s answering my prayers without me saying a word.

“I won’t take off but you got to understand that if I do at some point, I will always, always come back to you even if you tell me not to.”

I know better than to ask if I can come with him. Why wouldn't he take me along? That question could get me burned so all I can do is swear to myself that I’ll be the girl he wants to take with him when he takes off.

“Well? Answer me, Bella because this is killing me.”

I nod.

“Yes?”

I nod again, too choked to speak. Tears are ready to come spilling over the edge and that combined with the intense demands from my clit are too much.

“Whiii-oo,” I squeal as he picks me up off the bike and tosses me up over his shoulder like I’m a sack of fairy-lite cement.

Oh my god no.

He stalks into the inn, the swankiest place this town possesses, white clapboard and stuffed chintz. there’s no one at reception at this hour, only a security guy dozing.

But Bolt heads straight up the stairs down the wide hall, then unlocks a door and carries me through. He throws me down on a soft bed and pink rose petal bounce up like leaping polka dots on the comforter.

“You did this?”

“I rented the room this morning when I came for Steele,” he grits out, tearing off his tee shirt to reveal his spectacular ridged stomach and swell of solid chest.

Just looking at him is enough to make a girl faint.

“For me?”

“For us. So we could talk alone.”

His hand slides to his belt and his eyes hood as he stands at the foot of the bed staring at my body.

“But right now I've done all the talking I can manage,” he grits, dropping his pants and freeing his prick standing up and barely swaying it’s so hard.

I clamber around onto my knees, to lean in for a taste of him. But I only manage a swipe at the salty glistening tip before he pulls me off him. He yanks my slip up over my head.

I lift my arms to assist him and he hurls it across the room. When I wrap them around his neck, suddenly the frenzy begins. I leap, almost freaking catwoman, climbing onto his solid torso and wrapping my legs around iron pillar waist. He angles his beautiful cock, a shaft I’d love to lick and suck on for days instead of my usual rush to get that part over with, and cups the head into my entrance.

“Ohhh,” I moan against the side of his neck, my lips biting down on his leathery skin with the aroma of the desert and a hint of car oil.

“Feels good, huh?” he grits out, as much statement as question.

Before I groan an agreement we gasp out together as with a hard thrust he glides all the way into me, parting my tunnel walls, forcing through the slight resistance, the top side riding over my hard clit that feels like its bulging to from my dripping wet folds.

Again, like last night, my body and mind are overwhelmed by the intensity of the exquisite sensation of him penetrating inside me and filling me. I lean my head back to exhale the pressure and he tips his head down into the gap to suck my nipple into his lips.

“Oh god,” I come back up, clawing my fingertips into his bolt hard shoulder muscles.

I roll my hips slowly to circle down onto his cock, needing him deeper into me even if his head is grinding my cervix I want him all the way inside me, I want to possess him and consume him.

“Jeezus, Bella, you feel incredible.”

With me impaled on his shaft, Bolt strides across the room then throws me down on the velvet soft couch without losing even a hair’s breadth of penetration. His cock stays rigidly buried and then he pumps me hard, fast. Like he wants to hear me scream.

Just when I’m about to lose my mind, he pulls out and flips me over on my knees.

“I need to fuck you harder.”

He parts my cheeks and his wet head glides down my crack. Stopping at my rear tight entrance, making me shiver with trepidation before continuing a little further and sliding into me so we both gasp again at the connection.

“Yes, fuck me hard,” I urge, now I have purchase to ram back against every thrust as he saws his length into me.

The instant he reaches around to stroke my clit, I explode into a rush of such intense pleasure I’m sure my skin is bursting. Bolt does burst shortly after, moaning as my inside muscles tug and squeeze his perfect cock. Right now, I couldn't say no to anything he might ask of me.