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legs push up against me as she angles her hips to take me deeper. A groan , or more likely a grunt, leaves me as I near the edge. She’s so brazen with her needs, her wants. I haven’t been this turned on in a long time. Her hands come up between her legs and wrap around my neck tightly. I’m done for as she grips me, just teetering on the edge. I slam into her as she finds her release with a low, feral-sounding groan. Her body relaxes as her pussy convulses around my dick, milking it. I push in a few more times before I come. She arches up and kisses me hard as I withdraw from her. She drops her legs to the floor, unfolding herself from me.
    “I lied ,” she blurts out, still flushed.
    “About?”
    “One-night stands.” She grins, standing. Scooping up her pants, she inserts one leg, then the other, and tugs them up. Her tatt starts at her buttocks, twisting up her back. The gnarly trunk of a Magnolia tree spans into twisted branches. The work looks familiar. The colors are bright, the detail immaculate. Miller, perhaps? If Clara or I had done it, surely I’d remember her. It had to take a week at least. I want a closer look but she’s moving too much. She buttons her pants.
    Commando. I watch from the floor as she finds her bra, clasps it , and pulls her shirt back on. She’s leaving.
    She’s really going to bail .
    I pull my boxers and jeans back up from my ankles , realizing I never even got my boots off, and buckle myself up.
    “That was really fantastic.” She picks up her bag and turns to me. “I...I appreciate it.” She stumbles over her words. Her face registers determination, but something more, too. Regret maybe?
    I can’t believe this chick .
    There is no way in hell that she’s just bailing. I mean, women don’t do that. It’s just...wrong .
    She’s broken. I slap my hand to my forehead and drag it roughly down my face. How did I not notice before? She’s so broken. It wafts off her in thick, foggy sheets masked in honeysuckle and beauty. I take three easy strides and fold her into my arms snuggly. Her whole body tenses. Rigid. She looks up to me, startled, but stays still. I stare into her haunting eyes and wish that whatever was missing from her life I could provide. But I can’t.
    “That was amazing.” I lean down , tangling my hands in her long, silky hair and kiss her passionately. She instantly kisses me back, relaxing in my arms. Lips gliding over lips. Tongues dancing together.
    There’s fire in it .
    The kiss is wicked .
    I want more .
    There is more here .
    I haven’t felt more in a long time .
    She tugs my lip ring again with her teeth and I pull back and look at her. She looks taken aback and flustered. “I want your number ,” I state, caressing her cheek with my thumb.
“No…” she replies, hesitantly looking anywhere but my face. I’m about to argue with her when she pulls out of my grip, opens the hotel room door, and steps out.
    Just. Like. That .
    She didn’t even look back .
    That’s the thought I have as the door clicks shut. What in the fuck just happened? I know she got off. I know she got off twice. It was damn hot and our bodies clicked. How the hell did I just get played? I tug on my shirt, check the room for anything that may have fallen out of my pockets , and head out, slamming the door behind me. Like a fool, I keep my eyes peeled for her down the long corridor and through the lobby just in case she comes back for me.
    As I exit the hotel an older Harley cruises by at quite a clip. The engine rumbles as the tires grip the pavement .
    Damn .
    I love an old Harley. The way they sound, the power they give off, the feel of it vibrating between your legs as the wind whips around you. Shaking my head , I make the walk two blocks to the shop where my bike is parked. I climb on to my very own Harley and start her up. At least she’ll still be around in the morning when I wake up.

 
     
    Chapter 6

Push and Pull
    Julieanne is face down on my table, her