Chapter 6 Best night of my life...Angel
Catalina’s pov
"Fuck no. That was the best time I have had in my entire life. I do not know how I am supposed to go back to boring, routine sex after this. You had me in positions I did not know were possible. I just kind of wish..." I stopped myself. There was no chance he would want a repeat with me.
"You wish what?"
"Never mind. We should go. I have laundry to do for the week. Plus, Jenna and I see our dad for breakfast every Saturday. I have about five hours to get some more sleep before I need to be at his place." God, I was babbling again.
He gave a soft chuckle, collecting his wallet, keys, and phone. We left the bedroom and entered the common area. A few people were still hanging around, though I did not see Jenna or that big guy, Torque. I really hoped she had gotten lucky, too. I watched Viper exchange a few words with a very attractive older man with silver hair, and then he was guiding me out of the clubhouse. We walked over to his motorcycle, a Harley-Davidson.
"So what model is this, and how exactly am I supposed to ride it in this dress? I will be giving everyone we pass a full view of my ass."
"It is a Softail Harley. You will sit in front of me. You are small enough to fit perfectly."
He packed his gear into one of the bike’s bags and added my small purse. After swinging a leg over the seat, he brought the engine to life with a low growl. I gave him my address and the quickest way to my apartment. When he helped me settle in front of him, my dress immediately rode up, baring my backside. A low, rough sound escaped his throat. His palms molded to the curves of my rear, and I could feel the rigid length of him pressing against me. The deep rumble of the motorcycle, combined with the pressure of his hands, sent a current of pure need straight through me. I shifted against him, unable to keep still.
“Do you trust me?” His voice was low and close to my ear, sparking a shiver across my skin. I managed a nod.
He produced a helmet I had not seen before and secured it on my head, fastening the strap beneath my chin. Then he urged me to lean forward until I was stretched out over the fuel tank. The moment my most sensitive part met the steady thrum of the bike, a moan was torn from me. The vibrations coursed through my breasts, and the pleasure was so intense it was almost unbearable. I felt him shifting behind me, then his hands lifted my hips just enough to position me before he filled me in one slow, deliberate motion. Jesus Christ. A mutual groan broke from both of us.
“You are going to give me that ride, baby.”
As he accelerated, the sheer thrill of the speed, the relentless vibration against my clit and nipples, and the feeling of him moving inside me had me drenching his jeans. I rolled my hips, lost in the overwhelming sensations. Gripping the bike for leverage, I used my thighs to move on him in small, controlled lifts, careful not to distract him from the road. God, this was so fucking good. I increased my pace, and he splayed one hand on my hip, guiding my movements until I completely came apart. I know he heard my scream over the engine’s roar, and I am almost certain I left him soaked. He was still hard within me when we finally stopped outside my building.
He put the kickstand down and killed the engine. In the sudden quiet, his hands seized my hips and he drove into me, again and again, his voice a raw, quiet chant of, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” until he held me deep and groaned, his body pulsing inside me as he found his release. I felt him bend over me, his lips pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder blade.
“Fuck, baby. I cannot get enough of you. Let me see you again tonight. I will take you out for dinner.”
“You really want to see me again?” I had to ask, even though he had just said it. He was still inside me, his arms keeping me close.
“Without a fucking doubt. I need more of you, baby.”
“Okay,” I said, my voice hushed.
He lifted me gently, slipping from my body. After helping me from the bike, he adjusted his clothing as I straightened my dress. When he stood up, I could not hold back a soft laugh. The front of his jeans was a complete disaster.
“You are going to have a hard time explaining that when you go back to your club.”
“Nah. We are not the first to do something like this. I have seen a few of the guys come back looking pretty wrecked.”
“Oh, God.” I covered my face, knowing my cheeks were burning.
“I cannot believe you are blushing after the way you took me tonight.”
His words only made the heat in my face deepen. He laughed, then retrieved my purse from his bag. He opened it, took out my phone, and glanced at me with a questioning look.
“1022,” I said.
He unlocked it, entered his number, and sent a text to his own phone so he would have mine. After handing my things back, he pulled me into his arms, his hands around my waist, mine on his shoulders. He bent his head and brushed his lips against mine, then kissed me more deeply. Our tongues met in a slow, intoxicating dance. He tasted incredible. When he finally drew back, he pressed a soft kiss to the tip of my nose.
“Best night of my life, Angel. I will pick you up at eight.”
I watched him get back on his bike and start the engine. He reached over, removed the helmet from my head, I had completely forgotten it was there, and put it on his own. With a blown kiss, he pulled away. I turned toward my apartment building, a slow smile spreading across my face. Best night indeed.