away, and I stood there with my eyes closed and my nostrils flaring like a crazy woman.
I jumped and opened my eyes, feeling flushed with embarrassment.
But then, in the way that only he could, he made time stop all around us. His hand reached out, warmly cradling my jaw, his thumb rubbing my cheek sensuously as he looked deeply into my eyes.
“I’ll pick you up tomorrow at eight, okay darlin’?” His voice was deep and thick with desire and I could do nothing but nod in silent agreement as his eyes darkened and he pulled away suddenly.
I thought for half a second there that he was going to kiss me. I wanted him to kiss me. My lips were yearning to be kissed by him, as much as I knew it was all a bad idea, and yet it was all so uncontrollable and happening so quickly, that I felt the only thing I could do was watch and hold on for the ride.
But he pulled away like he was on fire.
As I watched him quickly walk away and out of my apartment like he couldn’t get out fast enough, my heart sank.
What the hell had just happened? I had a date, apparently. With a man that I couldn’t stop thinking about, a man that made me feel like a woman again, a man that had somehow planted some tiny seed of hope in my soul that I could maybe have a whole life again, and yet he was the same man that had apparently just decided that kissing me was a bad idea.
Lovely. Just fucking lovely.
I heard the click of my front door close as I stood on the balcony, and waited until I heard the two of them roar away on his bike before walking back in and throwing myself across my bed in frustration.
☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼
“Come on, old boy.” I put lil’ Mike’s leash on him, and we walked down the steps of our porch to go out for a walk the next morning.
Now that yesterday was behind me, now that I had washed every trace of Kelly off of my body, I could go about the business of starting a new day, and pretending yesterday didn’t happen.
At least most of it. I did have a date with Daisy tonight, and as far as I was concerned that was the only thing good that came out of yesterday.
When I saw the hurt in her eyes when I pulled away from her, I felt like an asshole. I had almost kissed her. When I saw her looking up at me, the sunlight steaming through her blonde hair, her flowing dress swaying in the breeze, I was mesmerized by her beauty and sweetness.
I wanted to taste her, to kiss her, to sink into her - hell, I just wanted to touch her!
She had a way of making the world around us melt away when I looked at her, and outside of a whole lot of whiskey and a very long ride on my bike, or spending some quality time with Rosie, there wasn’t much in my life that allowed me to turn everything off.
But Daisy did. She made me want to throw her on the back of my bike, and ride far, far away from the outlaw life.
I hardly knew her, but she made me want to forget everything terrible in the world.
And she certainly made me want to kiss her.
And I almost had. Until I remembered.
Kelly.
I had just come from Kelly’s office, and I had submitted to her ridiculous demands - going down on her until she was satisfied and then pounding into her with rage until she was reduced to a quivering pile of evil on her desk.
When I got to Daisy’s, I still smelled like her. I could still taste her on my lips.
I wasn’t about to press those very lips against Daisy’s beautiful, pure, innocent mouth.
I was glad I had remembered before I was overtaken by desire for her, because as bad as I felt about having to fuck Kelly, I would have felt a whole lot worse if I had made the mistake of kissing Daisy in that moment.
No, Daisy deserved better.
Hell, I deserved better. I spent many nights staring up at the ceiling, in complete disbelief that I was the one in this situation. I was the president of the Gypsy Riders — I wasn’t supposed to be forced into any situation I didn’t approve of or create myself. And yet
I jumped and opened my eyes, feeling flushed with embarrassment.
But then, in the way that only he could, he made time stop all around us. His hand reached out, warmly cradling my jaw, his thumb rubbing my cheek sensuously as he looked deeply into my eyes.
“I’ll pick you up tomorrow at eight, okay darlin’?” His voice was deep and thick with desire and I could do nothing but nod in silent agreement as his eyes darkened and he pulled away suddenly.
I thought for half a second there that he was going to kiss me. I wanted him to kiss me. My lips were yearning to be kissed by him, as much as I knew it was all a bad idea, and yet it was all so uncontrollable and happening so quickly, that I felt the only thing I could do was watch and hold on for the ride.
But he pulled away like he was on fire.
As I watched him quickly walk away and out of my apartment like he couldn’t get out fast enough, my heart sank.
What the hell had just happened? I had a date, apparently. With a man that I couldn’t stop thinking about, a man that made me feel like a woman again, a man that had somehow planted some tiny seed of hope in my soul that I could maybe have a whole life again, and yet he was the same man that had apparently just decided that kissing me was a bad idea.
Lovely. Just fucking lovely.
I heard the click of my front door close as I stood on the balcony, and waited until I heard the two of them roar away on his bike before walking back in and throwing myself across my bed in frustration.
☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼
“Come on, old boy.” I put lil’ Mike’s leash on him, and we walked down the steps of our porch to go out for a walk the next morning.
Now that yesterday was behind me, now that I had washed every trace of Kelly off of my body, I could go about the business of starting a new day, and pretending yesterday didn’t happen.
At least most of it. I did have a date with Daisy tonight, and as far as I was concerned that was the only thing good that came out of yesterday.
When I saw the hurt in her eyes when I pulled away from her, I felt like an asshole. I had almost kissed her. When I saw her looking up at me, the sunlight steaming through her blonde hair, her flowing dress swaying in the breeze, I was mesmerized by her beauty and sweetness.
I wanted to taste her, to kiss her, to sink into her - hell, I just wanted to touch her!
She had a way of making the world around us melt away when I looked at her, and outside of a whole lot of whiskey and a very long ride on my bike, or spending some quality time with Rosie, there wasn’t much in my life that allowed me to turn everything off.
But Daisy did. She made me want to throw her on the back of my bike, and ride far, far away from the outlaw life.
I hardly knew her, but she made me want to forget everything terrible in the world.
And she certainly made me want to kiss her.
And I almost had. Until I remembered.
Kelly.
I had just come from Kelly’s office, and I had submitted to her ridiculous demands - going down on her until she was satisfied and then pounding into her with rage until she was reduced to a quivering pile of evil on her desk.
When I got to Daisy’s, I still smelled like her. I could still taste her on my lips.
I wasn’t about to press those very lips against Daisy’s beautiful, pure, innocent mouth.
I was glad I had remembered before I was overtaken by desire for her, because as bad as I felt about having to fuck Kelly, I would have felt a whole lot worse if I had made the mistake of kissing Daisy in that moment.
No, Daisy deserved better.
Hell, I deserved better. I spent many nights staring up at the ceiling, in complete disbelief that I was the one in this situation. I was the president of the Gypsy Riders — I wasn’t supposed to be forced into any situation I didn’t approve of or create myself. And yet
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