Chapter Eight

Will

Damn, she was sexy as fuck and sweet as hell. Her taste was addicting, and my cock was begging to be buried inside her tight pussy. We came from two different worlds, but neither one of us cared. I really liked who she was. She wasn’t like any other woman I knew, and I enjoyed that fact.

In my normal circles, the women were shallow and all about money. I hated going to business parties and shit. The country club was a necessary evil in my book. A lot of our clients were from there, and so we used it as a neutral meeting place and for networking. Golf was the bane of my existence. I played, but I hated every fucking hole of it. To Leah, my family’s wealth seemed more a turn off than anything else. The look on her face when we rode up to my house was one of apprehension, not desire. She honestly thought I’d leave her out on the bike while I went in.

The reason I started lifting weights wasn’t just to bulk up, but to relieve stress from being around a shit ton of pretentious, arrogant assholes. I think Dad truly enjoys the hustle and bustle of the deals, and truthfully, I did too, but I just hated when people got involved – they are what stresses me out the most, or more, refraining from going off on someone for being a greedy bastard is what stresses me out.

After meeting Leah, I hated it all even more. She was sweet and caring, and the way she took meeting my mom was great. I could have said something to give her a head’s up, but she took it all in stride even going so far as to inviting my mom to the salon with her. My last girlfriend hated being around Mom, it made her ‘uncomfortable’ – needless to say, she was gone quick.

Now, I had an insanely beautiful woman in my arms. She was full of life and spunk. She drew me to her like a moth to a flame. Her taste had me craving more, and I hated knowing I was going to fuck it all up.

Ice water couldn’t have stopped me faster. I pulled back from her, her ass was on my kitchen counter, and I was braced between her strong thighs. My hands cupped her hips, and her hands were on my chest – her fingers were curled tightly into my leather jacket.

We were both breathing heavy, sucking in oxygen that we had been deprived of. Her lips were puffy and wet. I forced myself to pull back from her more, or I was going to go in for another taste.

I couldn’t take this there. As much as I wanted to bury myself in her and never come up for air again, I couldn’t do it. Leah was going to get caught in the crossfire, and I didn’t want her to get hurt any more than she already was going to be when she found out the truth.

“We’re going to be late.” My dick was throbbing, but I pushed my need for her down, and held my hand out for her to take.

She raised her brow at me and hopped down – ignoring my hand and heading for the door. I felt like a total ass, but at the same time, I was protecting her from me. She didn’t know it yet, but she would understand soon enough. Too bad there was no way for me to protect myself from her.

I followed her down my front steps after locking my door. The third bay of the garage was where my bike was, so I went and pressed the button on the inside of the first bay to open the third. The look on her face when she saw my bike was priceless. My guess is she thought I owned a crotch rocket, because when I pulled out with my custom bike – her mouth dropped open.

“Wow.” She took in the rebuilt 1973 Ironhead Sportster. I had changed out the single seat for a king and queen and rebuilt the engine. It was a fun project that I worked on through college. I’d listen to my lecture recordings and tinker on the bike. Having dyslexia and ADHD sucks, so building the bike kept my hands busy as I studied.

“Not what you were expecting?” I asked her.

“Honestly, no. I thought you’d have a moped or a dirt bike.”

“Damn, I thought you would at least have me on a crotch rocket, but a moped? Ouch.” I put a hand over my heart as if she mortally wounded me.

“Well, it’s the middle name and the numerals.” Her smirk was cute as she poked fun at me. Guess her irritation started to ease a bit.

“One day, I may just let you give me a ride on it.”

“You can always leave your bike here and ride with me.”

“Nah, don’t want to have to come back for it. Maybe next time.”

“Alright, let’s go.”

It wasn’t a long ride from my house to the gym, and it was a nice change of pace having someone ride beside me. Most of the time when I went, I went alone, no place in mind, just riding to clear my head. A few times, I took off and didn’t come back for a few days. It was my escape from life. It’s the only time I felt truly free, and I’ve never shared it with anyone before.

Together, we turned into the gym parking lot. The amount of people in the parking lot surprised me. I avoided a huge pothole and pulled into a spot next to Leah.

“I’m late,” she said, looking at her phone. “Dad’s already calling me.”

“Let’s go then.” She took off toward the front doors, and I caught up to her within a few strides, lifted her over my shoulder in a fireman’s hold, and carried her, my hand holding onto her rounded ass.

I felt her fist hitting my back as I took long strides to the door. “Put me down! Are you crazy?”

“Not crazy, but my legs are a hell of a lot longer than yours, honey. I can get you where you need to go faster.”

“Is that your idea of a short joke, Will? Seriously, it needs some work.”

She had stopped hitting me and was just along for the ride at this point. It didn’t faze her, she wasn’t embarrassed or really even mad at me for going caveman on her, which I liked. Any woman from the country club would be spitting mad right now, but not Leah.

I walked in the door with her on my shoulder, all eyes turned to look at the both of us, but I ignored them and let her slide down my body. Her eyes heated as her body dragged against mine – desire flashed in the brown depths like fire burning from inside.

“You are stronger than I thought.” I grinned at her voice. It was hoarse with longing.

“Don’t underestimate me, Leah, and I promise never to underestimate you.” I reached up and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. God, she was perfect. When her breath caught in her throat, I barely refrained from kissing her again. Instead, I turned her around and pointed her to her desk. The bemused look on her face said it all. She was nowhere near unaffected by me. It was something I relished and cursed at the same time.