“Why? Why do I have to give you a chance? I did. You asked me to go on a date. Against my better judgment, I went on said date and look what happened.” She dropped her hands by her sides. “I’m not going to do this with you, Dale.”
“But fucking is more than fine with you?” he asked.
She didn’t know what to say. It made her sound like a slut, but what made it any different than what he did with most of the club women? The women he was more than happy to fuck on a regular basis.
“I don’t want to do this, Dale. We tried the dating, and it didn’t work.”
“It did work, and you know it. One day, you’re going to realize we could have been something incredible.” He stepped up to her, but she didn’t back down.
Not on her life would she ever back down from a man.
Dale was so close, and he smelled like leather, oil, and spice. For Mandy, it was a heady combination.
She felt an answering pull in her pussy. The need was there, sparking to life, wanting to take hold. She stayed perfectly still even as she wanted to wrap her arms around the man, and kiss him hard. To tell him yes.
Her heart, she had to protect it. She had no choice but to hold this fight within her.
“You think I don’t see your fight, Mandy? I’m not going to give up easily on this. When I want something, I go after it.”
“You can fight me all you want, Dale. It’s not going to change what is.”
“We’ll see.” He pressed his lips against her cheek. “This is going to be fun.”
Dale was a man.
He wasn’t dead.
By the end of his day, he didn’t go home or to the clubhouse.
No, he took a nice little detour to Mandy’s house.
He knocked on the door. He’d intended to make her wait, to have her so desperate for him, she’d give in and go on this fucking date with him. It was important he got her to go on a date. Not for any kind of bet, but because he knew he’d fucked up big time with her.
She opened the door in her pajamas. It wasn’t like anything really happened in End Valley, but he didn’t like her opening doors to potential strangers.
“What are you doing here?” she asked. Her long hair was pinned up, and she had a tub of what looked like vanilla ice cream in her hands.
“I’m here to see you.”
“You know why.”
He stepped into her house, and she had no choice but to back away. He closed the door, flicking the locks into place before removing his leather cut and joining it with hers on the peg beside the door.
“You think you can just walk in here and do what you want?”
The television was playing in the background, the sound on low.
He kicked off his boots, and she didn’t move, simply held the ice cream in her hands. He found it fascinating that out of all of the flavors she could pick from, she always went for vanilla. She hated strawberry. Chocolate was only okay for her, and she found mint ice cream a little overpowering.
Oh, he’d listened to her talk.
She stepped into the living room, and he zoomed in on her.
His shirt was gone next, followed by his jeans. He never wore any boxers, and as he reached for her, he was completely naked.
Her gaze traveled down his body before going back up to his face. She licked those plump lips, and damn, it went straight to his cock.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“You know what I’m doing.”
He picked her up, carrying her through to the living room. She didn’t have a coffee table, and as he put her down on the floor, he gathered up a bunch of her pillows. She loved her pillows.
Taking the ice cream from her, he stripped her out of her cute pajamas. Tilting her head back, he claimed her lips, feeling her moan.
With each layer gone, the Mandy he’d come to really fucking crave was back.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his.
Sliding his hands down her back, he cupped her ass tight before moving her toward the pillows on the floor.
He helped her to the floor and moved between her spread thighs.
Reaching for the ice cream, he took a taste of the cold vanilla. Some of it had already melted, and he did no more than let the liquid slide off the spoon and onto her waiting stomach.
She let out a gasp, and he smirked before following the trail of the ice cream with his tongue, licking it right up. He drizzled some over her nipple and teased her before moving onto her body and playing with her.