Wrecker
When Harlee’s arms go around me, it is just like old times except this time she acts like it kills her to touch me. I’m gonna change that. When this is all over she’ll be mine again. I’ve got my work cut out for me though. She’s gonna flip her shit when she finds out where I am taking her.
“How much further?” She questions when come to a stop a four-way traffic light.
“Far enough,” I call over my shoulder at her.
We ride for another fifty miles before she asks for food. I need to fuel up anyway so I give in. There’s a truck stop not far that is a little out of the way but they have a diner across the road that has amazing food. Real food. Home cooked meals. Not that greasy drive thru shit that’s been sitting on a hotplate all day and tastes like rubber.
I pull in at the pumps and pay by credit card at the machine. I’m not letting her out of my sight. Someone wants to use Harlee as an example. I’ll die before I let anyone hurt her.
When we get to the diner she tries to sit across from me but I’m not having it. I make her sit next to me and keep one hand on her thigh. She stiffens at my touch. That’s okay, I can deal with her playing hard to get. I will soften her up soon enough. I know how to push her buttons and how to heat her up. She may be frigid now but when I get her alone in a room I’ll set her damn panties ablaze.
“Don’t even think about it, Princess. You’re in danger. I don’t know why yet, but I’m not taking chances; you don’t leave my side.”
“I think I’d rather be dead,” she mutters under her breath.
I’m about to reply when we’re interrupted by a hot waitress with way too big tits. If I blew on her, I wonder would she fall over?
“What can I get you, darlin’?” She purrs, leaning over for me to get an even better look at those tits. She’s wearing a vintage style uniform like you’d see on an old sitcom. She can’t even button the top four buttons. It appears they are missing. Bet them big tits popped them off. I could titty fuck the hell outta this bitch. Her blonde hair hangs in a ponytail down her back, a ponytail I could wrap my fist around and pull on when I fuck her from behind.
“Two breakfast specials, one hot chocolate, and a black coffee.” I hand her back our menus. I always have had a thing for breakfast for dinner.
“Sure thing, handsome, they’ll be right out.” She smiles wide at me, showing me how far her mouth can stretch.
“Thanks, baby doll.” I give her a wink and grin as I watch her blush.
I feel Harlee’s leg stiffen beneath my hand, even more so than when I first put it on her. Maybe I should hide the knives? Fuck, I never learn. I gotta stop flirting, at least in front of Harlee if I want to convince her to love me again.
I lean in, pressing my weight against her shoulder and speak closely in her ear. “Any idea why these fuckers are following you and leaving presents in your panty drawer?” She shivers at my words as my breath tickles her inner ear.
She scoots closer to the window and I scoot right along with her. “Fuck if I know. Why don’t you ask Demon?”
“I would but he said he’d call me and this job was a need to know basis.”
“Which is code for he doesn’t know who he has pissed off yet. I’m sure the list is long.” She unrolls her silverware and stares out the window avoiding my eyes.
“I’m sure it is, Princess. And until we know who wants you and why, you and me gonna get reacquainted.”
“I’m gonna reacquaint you with my foot in your ass, if you don’t give me some space.”
“God, I love it when you get mean, sweetheart. Makes me so fucking hard.” I grab her hand and move it to the bulge in my pants. Her free hand goes straight for the steak knife she just unwrapped from her silverware.
I chuckle as I let her pull her hand back and rub my goatee before taking a sip of my coffee the waitress just slid in front of me.
Harlee continues to glare at me from the corner of her eye as she tries her hot chocolate. They were always her favorite. I haven’t forgotten. She isn’t the sort of woman you can forget a damn thing about.
As I pull into Harlee’s driveway, she comes out the front door, locking up as she leaves. Turning my bike off, I swing my leg over and stand up as she runs to me. When I catch her, my hands are instantly holding her up by her ass, as she jumps in my arms and shoves her tongue in my mouth.
“Fuck yeah, missed you today,” I tell her when we break apart. Demon sent me to seduce Mrs. Mitchell last night to get information on the new strip club that her husband is trying to open up. I fucked that old bitch all night, and left early this morning. I felt dirty so I blew Harlee off while I slept and cleaned myself up.
“Me too, I tried calling you last night.”
“Sorry babe, had to do some shit for the club,” I tell her. At least that’s the truth.
“Your loss. I was horny, and since you couldn’t fulfil my needs, I had to get out my trusty vibrator.”
I growl, pulling her tight against me. “What’d I say about that shit? Huh? Only my tongue, fingers, and cock get to touch you.”
She bites her lip, making me go harder than I already was. “We’ll have to fix that problem a little later. Right now, you are taking me on an actual date. We’ll save the fucking for afterwards.”
I groan. “What about a quickie first, then date, then all night fucking?”
She giggles and kisses me, rubbing my cock with her hand. “No way. As much as I would love to have this in my mouth right now,” she gives me a squeeze, “you promised me an actual date for once, and I’m holding you to it.”
“Fine. Let’s get this shit over with before I just fuck you right here, out in the open.”
I know I owe it to her to take her out on a date, she’s been bugging me for weeks. Last time we went on a date was when I finally convinced her she was mine. Since then all our free time together has just been us fucking.
She convinces me to take her to a diner in the next town over, which pisses me off because now I should wait longer to have my dick in her mouth. But after last night, I owe her the best date I can give her.
Pulling into the parking lot, the place looks almost abandoned. “Are you sure about this place?” I ask her.
“Yes, Carter, I’m sure. I’ve been here with Keisha a few times. It looks like shit, but the breakfast food here is served all day, and they have the best hot chocolate.”
We spent that whole night sitting in that shitty rundown diner, just talking and laughing. Watching the way she ate her food, sipping her hot chocolate. I knew then, that night, I was madly in love with her. And half hating myself at the same time for the jobs I had to do for the club.