Bad Ride by Dani Wyatt (librera reader txt) 📕

“Don't tell me to be careful. I’m perfectly capable of knowing how to keep myself safe.” She battles back, her brow tightening as those green eyes tangle with mine. “What are you doing here anyway? I called for a tow truck, not a local biker to give me shit about how I get out of my car.”

Keep your cool.

Being this close, the slight bit of control I had over my cock is long gone. She’s been hell on my dick since that first time I saw her. I’ve battled public hard-ons more in the last year than I ever did as a teenager with an out-of-control boner.

“Is that who I am? Some local biker?” I sniff, pressing my body closer, driving her to step to the rear of the car and off the fucking road so I can breathe again.

“Well, I don’t know anything else.”

I know way more about her than I should. She gets up at 5:50 every morning, even weekends. She drinks Earl Grey tea, but first she makes a cup of warm water with a lemon slice and downs it in a few gulps. When she’s done, she makes a face like it’s rotten shrimp juice, then puts that black mug back in her cabinet and uses a floral porcelain tea cup and saucer for her Earl Grey.

From there, she’s back in her bedroom where she sits on the floor, cross-legged, and meditates, chanting something I can’t hear but I imagine in my mind it’s a siren’s song she’s singing just for me.

She sleeps in boxers and a tank top or just the tank top with panties. Either way, she is more stunning than a Victoria’s Secret model walking the runway. She eats a pretty strict diet of fish, vegetables and the occasional comfort food of choice, macaroni and cheese.

I’ve seen her naked more than once and I should feel guilty but I don’t. See, two weeks after I saw her that first time, I started following her. My bike was loud, so I modified my 1972 Lincoln Town Car, making it ride in near silence inside and out. It’s a beast, long and sleek, but old enough that it’s overlooked for the most part.

I found the best places to park to not be seen while I stalked her, and lucky for me, her father’s place where she lives borders a cemetery. I have three look-out spots set up in there to catch her at different angles, depending on where she is in her house.

I’ve left a lot of jizz on top of some of those graves but no spooks have come up and complained, so either they’re into it or they don’t exist. That’s not the only place I’ve released my load with her name carved into every sperm, but that’s a surprise for her for later.

I stare at her, but the defiance in her eyes only makes me want her more. I’m not sure how much she knows about what a motherfucker her father is, but I’m not even sure I care anymore.

Send me back to prison, just give me a taste of her first. The memory of her could carry me through ten lifetimes as long as I knew no one else would ever touch her.

“Well, know this. I’m the one that’s here to help you now. So, a little gratitude might be in order.”

“What are you going to do? Drag my car back to your garage with that?” She leans over my shoulder and nods at my bike, her face twisting up like a bad flavor just assaulted her tongue but she’s still cute as fuck. Even with the off-duty-nun sort of clothes she wears, she’s stunning and I know what she’s hiding underneath. An ass that would make Jesus cry and tits that would make God create an eleventh commandment.

Thou shall not look upon Annie’s tits. Unless you are Charles Drake. All others, thou shall fuck off.

There’s a little gold cross she wears and her thick thighs and lush belly make my mouth water. She’s barely five feet making those womanly curves more pronounced, and I want to pick her up and carry her around like my own personal American Girl Doll.

Her mystic green eyes flick from my face to my boots, then pause near my center and stick there for a long moment, and I wonder if she’s counting the inches she sees or just thinking about what she needs from the grocery.

When her tongue dances out onto her lower lip and I see her nostrils flare as she takes a deep breath, I’m hoping for the inches, because very soon she’s going to get an up-close lesson in how to handle the thunder down under that’s been violently craving for her touch for too long now.

“I’m going to wait here with you until the tow truck from my garage comes. Then, I’m taking you to dinner. Then from there, we’ll see.”

She snorts out a laugh. “Is that what you think? I called roadside assistance, they called you. I didn’t, so if you’re thinking I tried to get you here under false pretenses…”

“Whatever pretenses they are, babe, they’re here now, true or false, and I’m done waiting.”

“Waiting?”

“It’s been two years since we saw each other that first time. I know you remember. We’re way overdue, so when your insurance company called, I just took that as fate taking a hand. Telling us to quit fucking around and get to it.”

“Get to what?” She shakes her head on a dismissive laugh, leaning her voluptuous ass on the bumper of her car. “You are something, you know that?”

“That I am. And I’m very soon going to be something to you. Going to do something to you. With you…”

“What?” A pink glow slips onto her cheeks as she lowers her eyes to the ground and kicks at a rock with the toe