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“Brandon, I…”

He snagged the waist of her pants, deftly
opening the button and tugging down the zipper.

“Brandon, we’re in the middle of a parking
lot. We” – Her voice faded on a gurgle as he thrust his hand into
her pants. His left hand cupped the back of her neck. He dipped his
head, parted his lips and kissed her, his tongue pressing into her
mouth at the same time as his finger pressed into her…

“Oh,” she exclaimed into his mouth. Her legs
spread wider. She wrapped her arms around his waist and clung to
him as her tongue warred with his. His fingers pumped into her,
mimicking sex, as his thumb brushed across her clitoris.

Gabriella arched off the seat, her strangled
cry drowned in the kiss and she shattered into a million pieces,
right there in the middle of a crowded parking lot, sitting on
Brandon’s Harley, fully clothed and with no other stimulation other
than his hand in her pants and his tongue in her mouth.

After long moments, he broke the kiss and
looked down at her. Her lips were swollen and slightly parted. Her
eyes were glazed under her sunglasses. He smiled smugly, then
deliberately pulled his hand out of her pants and lifted his
fingers to his lips and licked the evidence of her arousal. Every
last drop.

Gabriella gurgled. He grinned.

“That didn’t take nearly as long as I
expected it to,” he said conversationally. He was still standing
between her knees, holding her steady, which was good because she
was pretty certain she could not stand on her own at the
moment.

“It’s been a while,” Gabriella murmured. Her
voice sounded breathy and faraway to her own ears.

“Since you’ve had sex?”

“Since I’ve had an orgasm.”

“That’s a damn shame.”

“Yes, it is.”

“And do the donuts compare?”

“Not in the least.”

“Pizza?”

“No.”

“Told you so.”

“I think I’m ready to go home now.”

“Okay.”

She finally focused her eyes on him. “I’m
ready.”

***

Brandon wondered at the intensity of the way
she stared at him. He wondered if she was preparing to slap him
again. He knew he crossed an invisible line, probably broke the
pact they’d made, but something inside him snapped when she licked
those donut crumbs off her lips and moaned as if the damned donut
had given her an orgasm. If anyone was going give her orgasms, it
sure as hell was going to be him, damn it.

He would have stopped, if she had pulled
away, had asked him to, had made any indication that she did not
like what he was doing. But she hadn’t done any of those things.
Instead, she spread her legs wider, inviting him in, silently
asking for more. She grabbed him and held tightly as her tongue
tried to dominate his as he made love to her mouth and her sex all
at the same time.

Her orgasm had surprised both of them. She
was probably surprised it happened at all, while he had simply been
surprised at how quickly it happened. Surprised, and smugly
satisfied with his own prowess. Oh yeah, he was still the king. He
still had it.

Licking the evidence of her arousal off his
fingers had been purely for effect, not because he was dying to
know what she tasted like. But damn she tasted good.

“I said okay,” he responded to her repeat
comment.

“No, I mean, I’m
ready
. Let’s go.
Now
.” Her eyes bore into his and he finally registered what
she was saying. At least, he thought she was saying what he thought
she was saying. Or was that just eternal hope blooming?

“Oh,” he said dimly, not making a move.
Gabriella finally shifted impatiently and pushed him away.

“Let’s go, Brandon, before I change my
mind.”

“Change your mind?” His brain had stopped
functioning at some point in the last few minutes. Somewhere
between tasting her and hearing her suggest that she was ready.
Ready
?

“Are you…?”

“I want to,” she said impatiently as she
pulled the helmet onto her head. “Come on, let’s go back to your
house.
Hurry
.”

He jumped as if he’d been scalded. He
fumbled as he gathered the cider and remaining donuts, stuffed
them, along with the pumpkin, into one of the small bags attached
to the back of the bike.

He had a difficult time securing his helmet
on his head. His fingers were suddenly not as nimble as they’d been
only moments earlier. Finally, after a few head shakes and some
cursing, he started the bike and they roared out of the parking
lot.

Brandon had a hard time concentrating on the
ride home, and he was glad they rode down back roads where traffic
was light. Otherwise he might have killed them both from his lack
of attention to the road.

One problem was the fact that Gabriella kept
shifting behind him, her thighs pressing against his ass, her heat
radiating through his entire body. Her hands couldn’t seem to stay
still either. She kept running them up and down his stomach and
over his thighs and it was damned distracting. He wanted her to do
that when they got home and weren’t wearing any clothes.

The other problem was the promise of what
might –
finally
– happen when they arrived at his house. In
truth, he half doubted it would happen, because it was a solid
twenty-minute ride, which would give her plenty of time to cool
down and start thinking more clearly. God, he hoped she didn’t do
that.

He was forcibly reminded of the very first
time he had sex. He had been a sophomore in high school, just
starting to fill out, and she was a senior, with worlds of
experience and a bizarre attraction for younger guys. They were
hanging out in a mutual friends’ basement, playing pool and
watching television, with about five other people. The friends’
parents were gone for the evening. She asked him to come upstairs
with her for a moment and he obliged. She took him into their
friends’ parents’ bedroom and began taking off her clothes. Brandon
remembered how he felt at that moment: surprised, excited, scared
and horny as hell. Exactly like he felt right now.

He pulled the bike into the garage and
killed the engine, pushing the automatic garage door opener as he
did so. He pulled off his helmet and before he could slide off the
bike, Gabriella hopped off the back and climbed into his lap. She
wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck and
kissed him, soul deep and full of promise. She wiggled her hips and
Brandon’s hands grasped them and ground them into his throbbing
erection.

Gabriella broke the kiss and said, “Let’s do
it right here, on the bike.”

Brandon thought he might explode on the
spot. He took a deep, shuddering breath and said, “As tempting as
that is, I think we should start in the bedroom. I was not remotely
expecting to get so lucky, so I didn’t bring any protection. But I
have plenty upstairs.”

I hope
, he added silently, trying to
recall the last time he’d had a lady friend over and how many times
they did it. For some reason, his brain couldn’t seem to focus on
anyone except Gabriella. Even when he’d been picturing his first
time, it was her face he saw, and he couldn’t even recall the
girl’s name at the moment. He shook his head and somewhere in the
back of his mind, he thought,
this can’t be good
.

Gabriella giggled and slid off the bike. She
unzipped the leather jacket and draped it on the handlebars.
Brandon followed her lead and did the same thing with his jacket.
He stepped in front of her and unlocked the backdoor. Butter rushed
outside and they both ignored her as they hurried inside. In the
laundry room, Gabriella pulled her shirt over her head and dropped
it on the floor. She wore a black lace bra that contrasted sharply
with her pale creamy skin. Brandon sucked in a breath and ran a
hand across her back. She shivered delicately.

“Too bad your protection is upstairs,” she
said slyly.

“We have all day and night,” Brandon said.
“Let’s just get upstairs and then we can decide where to do it
next.” He pulled his flannel shirt and t-shirt off and followed her
out of the room.

I have never seen such a beautiful and
sensual woman in my entire life
. Even the multi-colored bruise
on her abdomen could not detract from her beauty.

Gabriella stepped into the living room and
Brandon watched as she slid her pants over her hips and let them
drop to the floor. She stepped out of them and continued across the
room to the stairs. He unbuttoned his jeans and struggled out of
them as he hopped along, trying to keep up with her. She was
already at the top of the stairs when he finally put his foot on
the first step. Her bra hung from the railing. “Damn.”

He hustled upstairs and caught up to her at
the door to his bedroom. “Looks like you get to sleep in my bed
after all,” he murmured as his hands slid around her waist and
pulled her to him.

“I have no intention of sleeping,” Gabriella
murmured back.

She let out a little sound of pleasure when
his hand covered her breast. He turned her around and reached down
and cupped her thighs, and then lifted her so she straddled him.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her to the
bed. He dropped her onto the bed and then climbed on top of her,
stopping to suckle her breasts and enjoy the small noises she
made.

He kissed his way across her neck, sucking
on the spot that made her shiver and then reached her mouth and
ravished it until he felt he would explode if he was not inside her
immediately. He probably would explode almost instantly anyway, but
he’d promise to make it up to her on the second round.

Brandon broke the kiss and reached over to
open the drawer in his bedside table. He pulled out a condom box
and turned it upside down. Nothing fell out. He shook it and still
nothing fell out.

“
Fuck
.”

“That would be nice,” Gabriella said
demurely.

Brandon smirked. “Funny.”

He crab crawled across the bed and opened
the drawer in the other bedside table. A couple of pens and a
crossword puzzle book but no condoms. “Fuck,” he said again, and
collapsed onto the bed.

After a short pause, Gabriella hinted, “I’m
sure there’s a convenience store or pharmacy nearby.”

Brandon rolled onto his knees and straddled
her. He bent down and kissed her once, hard, and then because he
was unable to resist, he kissed her again, this one long and deep
and soft and sensual as hell. By the time he dragged his lips away
from her mouth, he was dry humping her and in danger of exploding
all over her stomach and his dry-clean-only down comforter.

“Do not change your mind before I get back,”
he said sternly, and then he jumped off the bed and all but ran out
the door.

***

Gabriella heard him cursing in the living
room – probably struggling to get his pants back on – and then the
back door banged shut. It opened and closed again and then
Gabriella could hear Butter’s feet, scrabbling across the floor and
up the stairs. A truck engine roared to life and tires squealed and
then the house fell silent.

She lay there and tried not to think about
the ramifications of what she was doing. She wanted this. With
every fiber of her being, she wanted this. They’d been flirting and
teasing each other for days, dancing around the fact that they had
an undeniably sexual attraction.

Then he’d gone and given her the best orgasm
she’d ever had,
ever
, in the space of about thirty seconds –
hot damn – and on the back of a motorcycle in the middle of a
crowded parking lot to boot. As if she hadn’t been already near the
point of combustion, she then watched as he licked her sex juices
from his fingers. And looked as if he enjoyed the taste. And wanted
more.

Oh God
.

Her body hummed with need. She wouldn’t be
surprised if she exploded with another orgasm at the first thrust.
It really has been too long since her needs were met in the
bedroom, and after that little display in the parking lot,
Gabriella was absolutely certain Brandon could meet every single
one of those needs and a few that she wasn’t even aware she
had.

He needed to hurry the hell
up
.

She pursed her lips and closed her eyes and
told herself the future didn’t matter. They could have mutually
satisfying sex until they were both tired of each other, and then
they would just move on, and she would be grateful for the fact
that he gave her a few orgasms along the way. If he got tired of
her before the police released her apartment, then she would move
into a hotel in the interim. Surely he had been jesting when he
told her the only overnight accommodations in the area were
two-hundred-dollar a night bed and breakfasts. She had chosen to
believe him at the time because he had been so full of promise and
she hadn’t really wanted to be alone.

It
could
be as simple as that, at
least that’s what she kept telling her heart. She heard the bang of
the backdoor again and held her breath as Brandon clamored up the
stairs.

By the time he reached the door of the
bedroom, he was breathing heavily. He held a small paper bag in one
hand and wore only jeans and an unbuttoned flannel shirt.
Evidentially he decided against putting the t-shirt back on.

Gabriella giggled. “I imagine the store
clerk was a little startled to see you.”

Brandon threw the bag and his keys onto the
bedside table and pulled off the flannel shirt. He unsnapped his
jeans and shoved them down to his ankles and stepped out of them.
Much more calm than he was ten minutes ago, he stepped up to the
bed and lay down on top of Gabriella.

“The clerk knew exactly what was going on,
and he wished me luck.”

“You don’t need luck,” Gabriella whispered.
She stared up at him, afraid to make the first move, afraid that he
would, afraid that he would suddenly decide to be chivalrous and
declare that it wasn’t fair to take advantage of her like this.