“Jagger, please,” I whisper like he’s my only prayer. He drives into me over and over again. Desire I didn’t know I had left in me coils deep in my belly and before I know it, he’s got me flipped back over.
Looming over me those c
obalt eyes search mine. “Open that mouth, babe. Want you gagging on me.”
I go to my knees and crawl toward him as he strokes his slick cock. Grabbing the back of my head he shoves my face down. Mouth opened wide I suction my lips over him tasting myself. I flatten my tongue against his shaft and suck him to the back of my throat. My badass biker fucks my face until he’s on the verge of coming. At the last minute he pulls out slapping his dick against my lips. Come beads at the tip like a pearl. I taste his saltiness and stick my tongue out.
“You want it in your mouth, better swallow every drop.” Jagger pushes back between my lips, gliding to the back of my throat. Cupping my chin, he holds my mouth closed. Tears burn in my eyes as he erupts in my mouth. Some leaks out the corners, but I swallow. “Good girl.” He kisses my forehead.
I fall back on the bed. My body spent and worked over. All I want is to pass out, but I need to clean up and get ready for bed. “Think you can flip the breaker for me?”
“Yeah. No problem.” He collapses next to me and pulls me snug against his body. Fingers strumming up and down my arm, he repeats the motion until my eyes are fluttering. I should get up, but I don’t have the energy.
**
Ring. Ring. Ring.
I awaken hearing the house telephone line ringing. I scrub a palm over my eyes and blink. I have no idea what time it is. I groan and stretch. My muscles burn and ache like a rubber band that is ready to snap. I look over and find the other side of the bed empty. All the covers are in the floor and I’m wearing nothing but a tank top.
Grabbing a sheet off the floor, I wrap it around my waist recalling what Jagger mentioned last night about seeing me through the windows. I’m about to wonder if he took off until the scent of freshly brewed coffee hits my nose when I step into the living room. I shuffle toward the kitchen following his voice. Who is he talking to?
I find him leaning against the alcove with the phone to his ear. “Yeah. I’ll let her know you called.” He chuckles at something. Head snapping up his gaze meets mine and he winks while shooting me this sexy as sin grin that if I were wearing panties would melt them off. “Oh, here she is.” He cups a palm to the speaker. “It’s your mother.”
Great. Just what I need—to explain to my mom why some guy I’ve failed to mention is answering the phone at whatever hour it is. Reluctantly I accept the phone. “Hello, Mother.”
“You didn’t tell me you were seeing someone,” she accuses.
“It’s too early for this conversation. I’ve not even had my…coffee.” The moment the sentence leaves my lips Jagger is shoving a mug into my hand. Is this an alternate reality? I have no idea what’s happening with my life right now.
“We didn’t finish our conversation but now I know why. He sounds…rugged. He a good ol’ boy like your father?”
“A biker,” I confess.
“Didn’t know you liked bad boys. Nicholas was so straight-laced. Is this a phase?”
“No. I gotta go. I don’t even know the time and I have work.”
“Right. Well you better call me this evening.”
“Yeah. Yeah. Love you. Bye.” I end the call, placing the phone on the receiver. In the kitchen Jagger has two plates on the counter filled with pancakes. “You cooked me breakfast?”
“You didn’t have dinner.”
“How did you know that?”
“If I told you…”
“Jagger, what is this?”
“Told you that your security sucks. Got some guys coming to put in a gate and to see about a fence. Security system too.”
“I told you I can take care of myself.”
Picking up a fork he digs into his pancakes. “Eat up, babe. You better get a move on if you don’t want to be late.”
I glance to the digital clock on the microwave. It’s nearly seven. “Shit. I need to shower.”
“You gotta go to work smelling like me.” He smirks and shoves pancakes into my mouth before I can respond.