Riding Dirty (33 page)
Authors: Jill Sorenson
San Carlos, where they were headed, was a small town on the outskirts of San Francisco. Mia had rented an apartment close to the halfway house where Cole would be living for the next six months. He had a job lined up at a loading dock, but his weekends were free to spend however he wished. As long as he stayed out of trouble.
To Mia, the arrangement sounded like heaven.
She’d met him yesterday at the bus stop. He’d put a down payment on a used motorcycle. The bike he’d borrowed from Jigsaw had been impounded. Her Prius was in San Carlos already, along with the rest of her things. She’d made the trip earlier in the week and flown back to Riverside.
They’d spent last night in a hotel. She’d thought he’d be eager to strip off her clothes and take pleasure in her body. He’d surprised her by wanting to just hold her, and look at her, and talk to her. They’d touched and kissed for hours. When he finally made love to her, it was agonizingly slow and sweet. She’d cried afterward, overwhelmed with emotion. The joy of being with him again, of being alive...it was too much. Too big for her heart.
Fresh tears pricked her eyes as she approached him.
“How did it go, Red?” he asked.
Mia just shook her head. She’d gone back to her natural hair color, but her mother still hadn’t remembered her. They’d had a nice chat about the cooler weather. Mia said she wouldn’t be visiting for a while, maybe not until spring. Her mother had frowned for a moment, almost as if she had a flicker of memory. The she’d smiled and patted Mia’s hand goodbye.
Cole brushed his lips over hers. “Are you ready?”
“I’m ready.”
The trip to San Carlos took about eight hours. It was almost dark when they arrived at Mia’s apartment. The evening air was cold and moisture-laden, so different from Indio. Cole didn’t have to check in with the halfway house until tomorrow morning, so he could stay here with her tonight. She led him up the narrow stairway to her third-floor apartment. It was a small space, cozy and quaint, with antique furnishings. She’d put a desk by the window in the bedroom. The real draw was the location.
When he looked out at the runway, she held her breath in anticipation.
“You rented an apartment right next to an airport?”
“It was a good deal.” That was true; the cost of living in the San Francisco area was sky-high. She could afford a nicer place, but this one felt right. “I thought you might like to take lessons on the weekend.”
“I’ll have to pay off the bike first.”
She smiled at this statement, which sounded so earnest and responsible. Her heart filled up again, threatening to spill over. “It’s just for small aircraft, so hopefully it won’t be too noisy.”
He tore his gaze away from the window and studied her instead.
“What do you think?” she asked, twining her arms around his neck.
“I think you’re amazing.”
“Are you going to miss being an outlaw?”
“We can be outlaws in bed.”
She bit down on her lower lip, already excited. “Am I still your property?”
His eyes darkened with interest. “If you want to be.”
“Maybe we should join the mile-high club,” she said in his ear, rubbing her thumb over his spider web tattoo. “Or have sex on your motorcycle.”
He swept her off her feet and carried her across the room, depositing her on the soft mattress. “I’m not sure about the mile-high club in a small aircraft, but the motorcycle thing can definitely be done.”
“I won’t ask how you know that.”
“I love you, Mia.”
“I love you, too. So much it hurts.”
“It hurts? I’ll just have to kiss it better.” He removed her clothes between kisses. When she was naked, he pulled his shirt over his head and stretched out beside her. “Tell me where it hurts, baby.”
“Here,” she said, touching her lips.
He kissed them dutifully. Then she circled her nipples, so he kissed her there. And when she smoothed her hand down her belly, parting her thighs, his mouth followed. After teasing her with soft kisses, he lifted his head. “Does it still hurt?”
“Yes.”
“Huh.” He unbuttoned his pants. “Maybe this will help.”
She dug her fingernails into his back and wrapped her legs around his hips, gasping as he entered her. “Oh yes.”
“Are you better yet?”
“I’m getting there.”
He curled his hands under her shoulders and thrust into her, hard and deep. “How’s that?”
“Perfect.”
“I want this to last forever, Mia.”
“Yes,” she said, threading her hands through his hair. He crushed his mouth over hers, filling her to the hilt, over and over again.
Mia and Cole, forever.
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Riding Dirty
Copyright © 2014 by Jill Sorenson
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