A Love For Lera (Haikon) by Aliyah Burke

reached for the paper, only to have him draw
it back near the driver’s window. If she wanted it, she’d have to go over him.
That immoveable look was on his face. She sighed heavily, not at all in the
mood to play games.
    “Then, don’t go, Kori. I’ll go.”
     
    He stared at her. Does she really think I’ll
let her go alone? Lera’s entire body was tense and he knew she was nearing
the end of her control.
    “Not an option, mo ghrá . I just meant we
needed to be careful.”
    Her form relaxed entirely. “Oh. I’m sorry, I’m
just…I’m really worried about her. Rissa is such a gentle soul, and I’m fearful
what this will do to her.”
    Kori leaned across the seat and pressed his lips
to hers, no asking, no warning, just did it. He sighed as her lips parted
beneath his. With a growl, he slipped his tongue deep into her mouth and swept
through, doing his damndest to keep it gentle.
    Anáil de mo anam.
    Breath of my soul.
    And as soon as the words came to him, Kori knew
they were true. Lera was the breath of his soul, and he was never letting her
go.
    She whimpered and pressed closer; her hand touched
his arm and shot electricity all the way through him. Lust slammed into him,
and his free hand curled into a fist.
    “We need to go now, mo anam . Or the next
place I’m taking you is back to the hotel room where I’ll show you exactly what
you do to me,” he whispered against her mouth.
    Her slender body shook. Lera’s eyes were wide as
she stared at him, lips full and inviting. His cock swelled when she licked
them and nodded. “Right. Rissa.” She slid back and hooked her seatbelt. “I need
my bike, Kori.”
    His beast pounded so hard he barely heard her.
But he did and headed back to the hotel, watching her jump out swiftly and head
to her bike. He ogled her as she swung a leg over the Hayabusa, zipped up her
jacket, tugged on her gloves, and put on her glasses. Kori shifted when his
shaft throbbed as he witnessed the sensual look which passed her face as she
started the motor.
    “She loves that damn bike. Fuck, I’m so hard I
could pound nails. That look on her face should be outlawed.”
    Lera turned her head in his direction and
grinned. Then, she gestured for him to go. All Kori wanted to do was haul her
off that damn bike and drag her up to the hotel room and teach her how it
should be between two halves of the same whole. Instead, he shoved his
overwhelming need for her back and pulled out of the parking lot.
    He watched her in the rearview mirror as he led
them to the address they’d been given. She would drop back then come flying up
on his ass, slow down and do it all over again. For the moment, she remained
close behind him. Riding with one hand on the handlebar with the other upon her
thigh and looking somewhat relaxed. Focusing back on the road, he realized he
longed to take her out for a real date. Someplace nice. Lera deserved that and
so much more.
    Glancing back in the mirror, he frowned when he
saw her back on the road, paused at an intersection. Kori braked and looked
over his shoulder. Lera stared off to the left, her feet bracing the bike. His
heart stuttered when he heard her rev the engine. She wouldn’t.
    He breathed a bit easier when she followed him
again. But before he could feel better, she whipped around and gunned it. His
heart clenched when he watched her take the corner without slowing and vanish
from sight. Muttering a round of curses his father would beat him for, Kori
squealed his tires as he spun around and headed after her.
    ‘Lera!’
    ‘Why am I not surprised to hear you back in my
head, Kori?’ Her tone was calm and slightly amused.
    ‘Where the fuck are you going?’
    ‘I have to check something out. Let me do
this, Kori. Please, go to Butch; don’t let that lead get away.’
    ‘Get back here to me, Lera.’
    ‘Kori, please.’
    Her tone amplified her desire for his compliance,
and he pulled alongside the road and smacked the steering wheel. “Damn