Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
“But I need it, baby. I need you to come for me. I need to know you’re satisfied, and I want you groaning my name when you come. Do it, baby. Give me what I want.”
I want to fight it. I want to hold on to the last shred of decency I have left. I just met the man, and already I’m coming from his dirty words. So I hold fast, refusing to give in.
“No,” I breathe into the phone.
But I can almost hear the smile in his voice. “You don’t want me to have it? That’s okay, baby, because I’ll work for it. I’d push my tongue to your clit as I push my finger in and out of you. My beard is going to leave marks all on your thighs but I won’t care, because that means I’m claiming you. And that’s right, Addi. I’m claiming you because you’re mine.”
And just the thought of his scruffy beard scratching my thighs and his tongue on my most secret place does it. I come, groaning his name over and over until I’m spent and limp on my couch.
I can barely catch my breath, but it sounds like he’s having the same problem. We’re both quiet, just breathing into each other’s ears, and it’s calming to me, making me wonder if he came too.
I clench my eyes shut tight, trying to shake the thoughts from my head, but I have to know. “Did you come, Ice?”
“Fuck yeah, I came. There’s no way I could have held back hearing your sweet little whimpers when you lost control and were calling my name. I came all over my hand, baby. I got a mess, but I don’t care.”
I sit up and look at the clock on the wall, and all of a sudden it all comes clear. I’m a schoolteacher. I just met a handsome biker, and he made me come without even touching me. I’m not this person. I’m not. I don’t trust men. I’ve been the butt of fat jokes, I’ve been pranked by the jocks in high school, and my ex-boyfriend thought it would be funny to let me support his gaming addiction while he dated other women. And, well, a guy as handsome as Ice could literally have anyone he wanted, and I’m not falling for it. “Uh, look, I have to go. I have an early morning.”
He yawns into the phone. “I’d like to talk to you more, but I understand. I have an early morning too. I’ll see you tomorrow. Dream of me, baby.”
“Goodnight, Ice,” I say right before I hit the end button.
I hold my head in my hands. What am I doing? The last thing I need is to get hung up on some smooth, dirty talkin’ biker.
4
Addison
In the early morning light the next day, my embarrassment has faded, and I have to admit I’m wondering if he’s going to call or text me again.
I don’t have to wait long.
Good morning, beautiful.
I try to keep it cool and text him back. Good morning.
I dreamt of him last night. All the erotic thoughts are jumbled in my head, and I’m trying to get my head out of the gutter. I have kindergartners to teach today. Little minds to mold. I definitely shouldn’t be thinking about Ice—and I mean, what kind of name is that anyway? The man should be called Dirty, or Boss or something. Not Ice.
Come to my shop after school today.
And he words it just like that. It’s not a request. It’s a command. I take a deep breath, and my first instinct is to tell him no. I know this is a bad idea. I don’t look like any of those women at the club last night, and to be honest, I don’t ever behave the way I did last night. It was one lapse in judgment. I’m about to type in no when I get another text.
Or I can come see you at your house.
I’m already shaking my head. I don’t trust myself at my house with him. No, I’ll take my chances on his work.
I’ll come by your work after school.
He texts back almost instantly. Have a good day, sweetness.
I go to school, and all I can think about all day is Ice. I know it’s a bad idea, but at the end of the day, I’m driving my car to the shop across town. When I pull in, Patriot pulls in beside me. “I’ll watch you inside then Ice is taking over.”
“Patriot, did you follow me from the school?”
He tips his head at me. “Yes, ma’am. Ice said to follow you this morning and again after school.”
“I don’t need you to…”
But Patriot holds his hands up. “You need to talk to Ice about it. I’m just doing my job.”
I nod my head with a muttered thanks and walk into Valor Customs.