Page 46 of Moto
“So much!” she pleads, grinding against me, her walls tightening. “I need it so much!” Her voice is a strained whisper. “Dev, please.” Her pussy constricts, and I know no matter what I say, she’s going to explode.
“Let go.” I pump faster. “Come for me, Kayla.”
Not a moment later, the floodgates open, and I drown in a tumultuous sea of arousal. Kayla’s screams climb to a crescendo. The sensations and sounds spur my balls to draw up and follow her down the orgasmic black hole.
We fuck so hard, we shake the four-poster bed, and when the volcanic vibrations cease, we’re both left in a pile of rubble. Worn bodies and vacant minds. I pull Kayla close and close my eyes. There’ll be plenty of time for pillow talk later. Right now, I just want to wrap my limbs around the woman I’ve been pursuing for months and fall asleep to the rhythmic sound of her rapid heartbeat.
Mine, motherfucker. All mine.
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Kayla
When I wake, everything hurts. My muscles, my head, and worst of all, my heart. It was just ripped clear in two.
I gaze over at Dev sleeping soundly. He has me caged in his arms with a death grip around my body. I can barely look at him without the guilt eating me alive. What did I just let happen? Two men in twenty-four hours? Two men who look exactly the same but proved to be completely different.
I willingly spread my legs for both of them, damning the consequences. How did I go from choosing neither to fucking both? The worst part is I’m utterly torn. Reese is gone and, as much as that devastates me, I’m more than tempted to wake Dev up and let him ravish me all over again.
I’m a fucking mess.
A Dane brother demo site.
I have to clear my head and consider my next move. And there’s only one way to do that. Run. Figuratively and literally. I slide out from under Dev’s death grip as quickly and quietly as possible. He worked all night, so his exhaustion is in my favor. He barely stirs as I slink off the bed and collect my clothes. A twinge of guilt pinches my chest as I take one last look at the sleeping man. I wish I could be here when he wakes up, but leaving is for the best. I just don’t know how to face him right now.
Once downstairs, I dress in a hurry, then do the walk of shame barefoot from Dev’s house to my truck.
I’m in agony. Reese is gone, Dev is here, and even though they both have the same smile, and eyes, and face, they’ve each stolen their very own piece of my heart.
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Reese
Iknow fucking Kayla and then bouncing was a dick thing to do. But I had no choice. At least, that’s what I thought. I needed back in, and I was ready. I kept my sponsors in the loop during my recovery, and as soon as I gave them the green light, I was booked on a flight to Spain. I needed to race, and they needed a win. Too bad my return debut was a disaster for us both.
Now, I find myself back in the one place I couldn’t wait to escape. It’s a strange new predicament for me. I couldn’t stop thinking about Kayla, no matter how hard I tried. That girl got under my skin, and no redline speed, flawless supermodel, or celebrity endorsement could distract me from pining for her. Which is preposterous. The only thing I’ve ever pined for is placement on the podium. Women never really mattered. That may sound cold, but my life is racing, and my commitment is to my bike. But Kayla breached that bond somehow. Funny thing is, I didn’t realize it until I left. Until there was an unfathomable void inside me I had never experienced before. There was no ignoring it, no denying it, and no arguing with it. So here I am, an hour and a half after landing back in the States, stalking her apartment complex like an obsessed freak. There was only one stop more important, and that was Riley’s garage to pick up my bike. Now that I’m armed, I need to become ready. But I’m strangely hesitant. Worried how she’ll react when she sees me. I’ve never given a shit about such a thing before. Women get weak around me, not the other way around. And I hate the aimless loss of control.
Fuck it. I twist the throttle and pop a wheelie straight into her driveway.
I’ve never backed down from a challenge before, and this time is no different.
I rev the engine on the asphalt under her kitchen window. I rev it until she peeks out the glass. My heart pounds at the sight of her -heart-shaped face and long dark hair. She disappears way too soon, leaving me restless.
I look on under my shield as she materializes on her front step, approaching me slowly, leisurely, with a wayward look in her eyes. She doesn’t know what to make of me. That’s okay. At the moment, I don’t know what to make of myself. My pulse quickens the closer she comes. Once in reaching distance, I turn off the machine and remove my helmet.
“Well, well, well, look who blew back into town. The prodigal, sex-stealing son.”
Sex stealing, huh? Okay, maybe I deserve that. We did have a few rounds of mind-blowing sex before Kayla passed out in Dev’s bed, and I walked right out the door.
“I don’t know how much I stole,” I argue superciliously. “I believe I paid you for your services.” I allude to the big fat check I left behind.
Kayla scoffs as I drink her in. I love getting her flustered. I also love how hot she looks in those tight, ripped jeans and white see-through T-shirt.
I rest my forearms on my lid as I balance on my bike, imagining all the things I’d like to do to her body. Kayla’s curves are more killer than COTA.
“What are you doing here, Reese?” She folds her arms and fires away bluntly. She’s clearly in no mood to entertain me.
I rock my bike back and forth trying to figure out the right way to explain this. It’s not like I wrote a speech.
