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I was taken aback at the response, but only for a moment. It made sense. She’d already said that she was here to say thank you, and that meant she thought this was a transactional encounter. She was trying to keep feelings out of it. But me going for the bike rather than her must have felt like a rejection.

Even if this was transactional, it must have felt like I was ignoring her offer.

That didn’t give her the right to shove me, though, and when she raised her hands up to shove me again, her eyes flashing, I grabbed them and secured both wrists in one hand, holding them down in front of her.

“No pushing,” I said quietly.

She huffed. “Why not? You were more concerned about the bike than you were about me. I can’t believe you actually care if I—”

I sealed my mouth over hers before she could finish the statement, remembering how wild it made her when I got pushy with her. How much she responded to me, even though she maybe shouldn’t have.

How much she cried out when I pushed that line.

The thought made me even harder, and I kissed her more roughly than I’d meant to, my tongue exploring her mouth in deep, demanding thrusts. Saraya fought me, bless her, and I used my free hand to grab her ass and tug her roughly into me.

She pulled back from my kiss just enough to bite my lip, her eyes still furious and hurt, but I saw a spark of something else in her.

Something hot. Something that was definitely enjoying the way I was handling her.

I took that something and ran with it, pulling her into my cock again and rocking against her so she would feel how much I wanted her. She looked up at me in challenge, her eyes flashing and her mouth caught in a smirk, and that was all it took.

I turned her around, bent her over the bike, and smacked her ass. Saraya gasped and squirmed, but my hand on the small of her back stopped her from going anywhere, and she knew it.

“What are you doing?” she snapped.

“Taking advantage of you in this position,” I told her simply. “And letting you know that it’s not okay to shove me.”

I smacked her ass again, my hand tingling with the power of it, and she pushed back against me.

“You can’t just go around smacking girls on the ass, you know,” she gasped, still trying to pretend like she was angry.

Unfortunately for her, I could read the signs, and her body was anything but angry. She was pushing back against me, begging for more, and I could see her back arching in need and invitation. Hell, she was holding her ass up like a cat in heat.

“Oh really?” I asked quietly. I slipped my hand down between her legs, moved her bikini to the side, and slid my fingers between the folds of her pussy. “How about this? Can I just go around doing this, when a girl is obviously hot and ready for it?”

She gasped in answer... and then started grinding herself against my fingers, doing more to demonstrate her answer than any words would have communicated.

And in that moment, I lost my ever-loving mind. I’d been playing with her, sure, and I’d been turned on as hell, but as soon as she gave in to me, as soon as she showed me how badly she wanted me, something in my head clicked... and I stopped thinking. I jerked her bikini bottoms down until they were hanging around her knees and then used my own legs to force her to spread hers. A hand on her back and she was bent even farther over the bike, open and ready for me, and my other hand made very quick work of my belt buckle and the button of my jeans. Within moments, those were around my own ankles, and I was holding her hips steady for me.

I positioned the head of my cock just outside her opening, paused for a moment, and then slid in until my balls hit her clit.

I grunted as the absolute thrill of being inside her flashed from my cock down through my legs and up through my spine, and then I started moving, pulling out and thrusting back in as I held her still for me, her tiny body bent over in front of me like I had all of the control and she had none. I pumped into her again and again, going harder with each thrust, and she cried out and threw her head back.

“Fuck, Knight, please,” she panted. “Please, please, please.” Her words fell into rhythm with my thrusts, and soon she was shouting them, panting and moaning in between.

“What do you want, baby?” I asked roughly.

I felt her still suddenly at the word ‘baby,’ and then felt a change in her, as if she’d been waiting for that exact thing and could now melt right into me. She suddenly became flame in my hands, white-hot heat in need of my cock, and it drove me fucking wild. This girl... I’d never met anyone who could match me blow for blow, thought for thought, and I’d sure as hell never met a girl who could turn me on as quickly as she had.

Hell, I’d never met a girl who would wait in a skimpy bikini on my bike just behind our clubhouse, just waiting for me to come fuck her.

I was falling deep and hard, and feeling her underneath me for the second time in twenty-four hours was going to drive me right over the edge.

And I wasn’t going to do one fucking thing to stop myself from flying over the edge, spread-eagled and calling her name all the way down.

CHAPTER 22

SARAYA