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.It was a fluke.It was because she really liked looking at his face and hearing his voice.It was because he body was just so damn grateful to still be alive and functioning.Maybe she was sick, maybe she had a fever, maybe this was a dream.But when it came down to it, it was just him.He played her like a damn expert, as if he’d studied her like a book.His intense focus and his cocky attitude and the way he took his time - she never stood a chance.What woman would?“Look at me.” Teetering on the edge, she peeled her eyes open and gasped as she stared up into his.Whatever he saw in her face in that moment made him smile - not the wicked smile that had become familiar, but a genuine smile - one that overshadowed all the tension that lived around his eyes.It gave her a glimpse of what he might have looked like if he’d led an easier life, what he must have looked like when he was younger.It morphed quickly as he increased the pressure of his thumb on her clit without breaking the rhythm of his strokes, the rhythm that was rocking her slowly but surely over that edge, as all the heat inside her bubbled over.Her head tilted back and her mouth fell open as the first intense wave of pleasure broke over her like a tidal wave.All she could see then were stars.Gunner thought he might explode right there in his pants when Senna came apart, bucking and crying out and clenching around his fingers.The moment before that, though, when she’d looked up at him with her eyes wide and vulnerable, that look of lust and disbelief on her face, she’d been absolutely beautiful.Even despite the hacked-up black hair.It had made his heart clench - not an organ he was used to hearing from, and not something he was too happy about.It made his fingers itch for his motorcycle and his feet itch for the road.I have to get out of here.His cock needed to be dealt with but the longer he looked down at her as she recovered, the more he wanted to flee.He pulled his fingers from her sopping wet cunt once she stilled and tore his own pants open.She peered up at him with heavy-lidded eyes.“What are you-”“Quiet.” He pulled his cock out and watched her expression.He knew he was packing a monster, and the look of glee on girls’ faces when he revealed it was downright priceless.He wished he could create a collage of them.Senna wasn’t immune.Her eyes popped wide and she bit her lip as he stroked himself, kneeling above her prone figure.“Stay right there,” he growled.This wasn’t going to take long.He had to get out of there.He stroked himself fast with a tight grip, using her fluids to lubricate the way.She looked unsure as she watched but this wasn’t about her anymore.“Lift your shirt higher,” he grunted, positioning himself over her, knees to either side of her waist.She did as he asked, leaning back and pulling blouse and bra up to her chin.It was only a matter of moments.The sight of her tits bared and offered to him like that pushed him over, and he came hard, grunting like an animal and spurting hot jets of cum that splashed against her exposed skin.She peered over the shirt.“You don’t want to have sex?”“Oh, I do.And we will.” He tucked his cock away before it had even fully deflated.Alarms in his head were blaring, escape! Escape! It was past time to hit the road.He could think better out there.“I’ve got a lot to do.Starting with torching that van of yours.”“Oh.”He gave the room one last glance-around.The walls were closing in, suffocating him.He sprang to his feet.“Swear you won’t let anyone else in.”“Promise,” she whispered.She sounded sad.Maybe disappointed.Escape!“Good.Don’t go anywhere.I’ll be back tonight, maybe tomorrow morning.”Then he fled.He was out the door and across the parking lot as fast as his legs would carry him without outright running.By the time he was on the road he was laughing at himself.He hadn’t run from a girl like that since high school.He reached Heaven’s Highway around mid-afternoon and realized promptly that he hadn’t gotten a lick of sleep in yet.He found a missed call on his phone from his father but he pushed it aside.There was no message so it couldn’t be all that important.Instead he made his way to the back office, settled back in the chair, and put his feet up on the desk.Just an hour, he told himself.It wasn’t meant to be.Bad things always come in threes [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]