Twisted Desire (The Twisted Series) (10 page)

When his hand slips between her legs, she makes to squeeze
her thighs together, but is stopped when his large thigh captures her
leg.  She feels so exposed and yet completely and utterly content to let
him have his way with her.  And he did just that.

Harley gives her a night of the most unbelievable pleasure
she’s ever experienced, the attentions rolling over well into the early morning
hours.  Aliah doesn’t know how she is supposed to explain this one to
herself.  Harley had delivered, all night long, and he hadn’t even given
her what she wanted most - him inside of her.

Sure, his tongue went there and he let her wet his dick in
her mouth, more than once, but she needed that sizable thing between her
legs.  It was bad enough that she was stuck in this hazy purgatory between
sleep and sate.  It was worse when she’s suddenly stuck thinking about
nothing but the flexibility of his pelvis and how ram-rod straight he becomes
every time she touches him.

Aliah’s eyes open sleepily, expecting to find a vacant bed
next to her.  She was certain he’d have bolted before the sun was up, but
that naked slab of sex was still sprawled out in her bed, just snoring
away.  Her teeth dig into her smiling lower lip.  Why does that make
her smile?

Terrified by her reaction, she slips out from under his arm
and hides out in the bathroom for close to an hour.  She hopes that is
enough time for him to wake the fuck up and skedaddle.  But this dude
isn’t like other guys she’s dated.  Not that
they
were dating, but
Harley was so attentive to her needs.

Harley had restrained himself from orgasm completely, even
when she’d sucked him hard and slid him between her breasts, begging him to cum
all over her.  The look in his eyes told her he wanted to, but he’d denied
himself the release.  He’d exerted sheer willpower like she’d never seen
before.  What man does that?  He’s like superman or something.

That thought alone has her wound so tight, she can feel
herself contracting between her thighs, the rest of her body quivering with
excitement.  She presses her ear to the door, but she can’t hear
anything.  She figures he’s finally taken the hint and left quickly and
quietly.  With a smile, she opens her door.  On the other side of it
is a sleepy Harley, and he’s naked, with a hard-on from hell.

Aliah’s mouth falls to the floor and stays that way when his
massive arm stretches up and over his head to scratch the back of it.

“Good morning.”  His voice is low and husky; very
sexy.  But not half as sexy as that fit body.

He leans forward and plants a kiss on her lips, before
passing by her to enter the bathroom.  If she hadn’t closed the bathroom
door behind him, she was sure he would have taken a leak right in front of
her. 
Is he on drugs?

What the hell had just happened?  That wasn’t half as
awkward as she thought it might be, and maybe a little too comfortable
really.  Aliah hurries to her room, collects up her things and carries
them to the kitchen, trying to avoid that man’s amazing body, with him wearing
it all naked and erect like that.

When he steps out of the bathroom, she half expects him to
ignore her, but he acts like he’s completely comfortable standing buck naked in
her living space.  He seems to think that she would find no offence to
that.  She doesn’t.  Especially when she notices how he’s still
semi-erect.  It draws her eyes to the place where two powerful legs meet.

Her eyes zero in on one large piece of meat.  He can
hardly expect her to ignore that thing, when he’s flagging it out there like
that.  She smiles for a second and quickly hides it behind a mask of
responsibility.  She hooks her last earring into her ear and reconnects
with those dreamy eyes.

“Um, maybe you should get dressed.  I’m sorry, but I
have to work and I’m already running a little late.”

“I thought you were a bartender.”  He looks only
slightly confused.

Oh shit. 
“I wear many hats.  This one is a
little less agreeable with me being late, so…”

“I understand, but Aliah…”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think you could spare one minute for me?”

Oh.  Shit!  What could he possibly want?

Maybe he wants a quickie.  That doesn’t sound like such
a bad idea.  In fact, that sounds like a fabulous idea.  She
smiles.  “Are you getting fresh with me?”

Harley chuckles, and even though he says that he isn’t, he
starts to stand at attention again as he begins to speak.  “I just thought
we would sort out what happened here.”

“We had a good time last night, and you crashed here. 
It’s no biggie.”  She waves a careless hand at him.

“Okay.”  He continues to smile and it starts to make
her a little uncomfortable.

She can feel the heat rising to her cheeks.  “Why?
 What did you think happened?”

She wonders if she has missed something important. 
When she flashes a glance at his waistline, he raises his eyebrows
incredulously.  It is hardly a crime.  He can’t actually expect her
to stop looking at his flag pole, when he’s waving it around in her kitchen.

“How about I pull some clothes on and I’ll walk you
out?”  He doesn’t wait for her to answer.  He’s gone in a heartbeat
and back in the room fastening his belt within that same minute.

She watches him pull his shirt over his head, then he
reaches for his jacket, scrunching the leather in one hand.  She stares at
him, like an idiot.

“You were just leaving?” he offers, and he says it like
she’s only said it in an attempt to get rid of him, when in fact that’s exactly
what she’s doing.

He follows her to the garage, and it’s not until he holds
the door open that reality begins to sink in for her.

“Shit!”

He smiles, knowing damn well that she has no wheels, except
for the unused bicycle hanging from her ceiling.

“Need a ride?”

“Obviously.”  She sighs and slaps her hands down,
staring at the beautiful motorcycle sitting perfectly centered in her garage.

His eyes never leave her.  “You’re going to have to ask
nicely.”

“Really?  You’d leave me stranded like that?”

“If you insist on being a bitch, then yeah.”

She groans and exaggerates her curse.  “
Fuck
me.”

He smiles at that.  “While that idea is very
intriguing, you’ve already said that you’re running late.  I really don’t
think we can fit that in.”  He’s teasing her now.

Where does this guy get off?

“I just finished doing my hair.  I’m going to have
funky helmet-head if I wear that thing.”

She throws a hand out to point at his helmet, but she
reaches for it anyways.  He pulls it back, before she can get a good
handle on it.

“I’m sure you’ll look good, no matter what hairstyle you go
with today.  But I’m still waiting for you to ask me nicely.  Can you
do that, Aliah?  Can you be a
nice girl
?”

“Most men look for something a little different than
that.  Tell me you’re any different.”

“Oh, I’m different, sweetheart.  You can bet your
pretty panties on that.  And I’ve already seen that you don’t mind getting
a little dirty, and that’s good.  I like a little variety.  Is that
something you can give me?”  He chews on his lip, trying his darnedest to
wet her panties.

It’s working too, but their conversation has turned way too
intense for this hour in the morning; especially with the knowledge that she
had only just closed her eyes mere hours ago after a night of unrestrained
ecstasy.  She feels herself squeezing her thighs together, but it hardly
helps to douse her attraction to him.

“Harley.”

“Yes?” he answers immediately, smiling.

“Can you
please
take me to my car?”

“No.”

“No?” she squeals.

“That wasn’t nice enough.  I guess you don’t do
nice.  Sorry.  Maybe you’ll have better luck next time.”  He
rests the helmet on his seat and hits the button to open the garage door.

Aliah follows him back to his bike and waits for him to turn
around.  She cannot believe that he is pulling her own stunts on her. 
When he doesn’t turn to face her, she grabs onto the helmet, pulls it on, and
swings a leg over the seat until she’s straddling his machine with both hands
resting in front of her.  She strokes the length of the conditioned
leather seat, relying solely on sex appeal to get what she wants.

“Please, Harley?  Take me with you?”

He quirks a brow and flattens a hand over his bristly
face.  “Shit.”

She smiles when she sees the twinkle in his eyes. 
It’s
working!
  She thinks she’s won, but he’s not prepared to give in quite
that easily.

“On one condition.”

“Whoa, whoa,” she says, shaking her head and waving both
hands in a criss-crossed fashion.  “Wait right there.  No one said
anything about conditions.”

“I just did.”

She huffs, realizing how much time they were burning over
such a minor thing.  “I asked nicely.”  Maybe she should have just
called a cab and saved her hair from the disastrous mess it was quickly
becoming.

Harley doesn’t take his eyes off of her. 
This man
is serious.

“Fine.  A condition.  What is it?”

“Dinner.  Tonight.  I’ll meet you at Orlando’s.”

She glares at him, wondering if she’s heard him right. 
“You do realize Orlando’s is fine dining.  I really doubt you want to take
me there.”

“You can’t appreciate the finer things in life?  Would
you rather I meet you at a flea bag motel and fuck you against a filthy wall?”

Her insides twitch at the thought.  Even that nasty
remark turns her on.  She has to think about it for a minute.  It did
sound a bit intriguing, but was he not trying to be a jerk about it? 
“That was rude!  Maybe I don’t want to meet you at all, after that asshole
comment.”

“I’m sorry,” he blurts, but it hardly sounds
thoughtful.  “I just thought I could take you somewhere nicer than
Riley’s.”

“You’re a motorcycle dude.  Any random restaurant would
be fine.  You really don’t have to try that hard.”

A smile slants across his face when he catches her admitting
that she is already smitten.

“Oh, I didn’t mean
that!
” she blurts, but he’s
already convinced himself that she really likes him.

Harley catches her chin in his hand and sears her with his
molten gaze.  “I know exactly what you meant.”

A nosy neighbor walks down the sidewalk in front of her
house and stops when his small dog starts barking erratically at them. 
The man catches Harley’s overbearing stance, and the way he forcefully cups
Aliah’s chin, mistaking it as an unwanted gesture.

“Everything okay in there, Miss Brooklin?” the neighbor
shouts, looking a little concerned.

Harley instantly releases her chin, when he realizes that
his affections are being broadcast to the entire neighborhood.

Aliah glances around Harley’s imposing frame. 
“Everything is just fine, Joe.”

After satisfying Joe with words, she seals the deal by
hooking her arm around Harley’s waist and delivering a soft smooch on his
cheek.  Her softness seems to melt against him, making her knees weak and
her mind all wishy washy, as Harley holds her there with closed eyes.  He
stays silent, hovering close to her face, long after he should have
retreated.  Then his eyes open and catch onto hers.

“You kissed me.”

“Yeah, on the cheek,” she snaps, as though it meant nothing
to her.  Her legs still feel like jelly.  “I had to.  Unless you
prefer that my friend Joe there call the cops on you.”

“Oh.”

“So, are you going to give me a ride, or will I have better
luck hitchhiking?”

“Tell me you’re only joking.”

“Yes.  I only hitchhike on evenings and weekends. 
It’s too unpredictable for a work day; especially Monday mornings.  So can
we go already?”

“I’ll drive you.  Soon.  But first, there’s
another ride I want you to take.”

Harley steals her hand and pulls her into the next room
where he seats himself on the stairs, pries her button open and all but tears
her clothes off of her.  He unzips his fly and pulls himself out for her
to pounce on him.  After rolling on a condom, Aliah straddles his lap and
slowly eases onto him.  Harley hisses as he fills her insides with his
rigid length.

It’s so tight and it feels so good, but Aliah’s surprised by
the intimacy of their contact, face to face.  As she settles down on his
lap, he grasps onto her hips and jerks himself deeper, a snarl passing across
his face.  When their eyes lock, she feels like kissing him, but she
quickly brushes that thought away as sensations below the belt demand her
undivided attention.

Before long, she’s bouncing on top of him, her climax
spiraling out of control, like the waves in her hair.  She continues to
move on him, but she’s so sensitive, quivering from the delicious
contact.  Harley grows impatient from her slowed pace and stands to his
feet, without breaking their connection.  He presses her into the wall and
fills her with a furious erection.  She’s never felt so complete.

His nose brushes across hers.  “Okay?” he asks, as he
thrusts into her again.

When she nods, he pushes into her once more.

“Yeah?” he asks softly, demanding that she be more vocal, as
he quickens his pace.

“Yes!” she shouts, sounding exhausted and breathless. 
“God, yes!”

Her back is flat against the wall, but she’s clinging to his
rippled muscles.  Every touch has her body aroused beyond
comparison.  He drives into her again and again, until she’s crying out
and he’s finding his first release inside of her.

A sated pride blooms in her belly as she retracts her nails
from out of his back and he returns her to her feet.  She quickly
redresses and joins him in the garage.

When Aliah slips outside, Harley’s straddling his
motorcycle.  But now she’s wearing a helmet of her own, looking a lot like
the girl of his dreams, her cheeks flushed with a healthy glow.  His bike
rumbles to life, as he pulls on his helmet and she mounts the bike behind him.