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I squeeze the throttle, and the bike darts forward.
She finds a rhythm, jacking my cock through my jeans.
We weave on the road, my concentration scattered as she wreaks havoc on my body with that fucking perfect hand.
I pull through the gates, gunning it until we're safely inside the garage. Finally. Jesus Christ.
I kill the throttle, and the bike goes silent.
Kylie squeaks when I grab her suddenly, hauling her around until she's straddling me.
"You're on the verge of getting yourself bent over these handlebars and fucked sideways, princess," I rasp, my voice strained. She moans my name, making my cock throb. In one swift motion, I rip her helmet off, tossing it aside. "You drive me fucking crazy, Toto."
"Good," she says, her emerald eyes dark and heated. "Because you drive me crazy too."
My lips crash down on hers in a ravenous kiss, my hand tangled in her hair. I devour her mouth like a man starved, our tongues tangling. She tastes like honey and sin, and I can't get enough.
But somehow, I manage to break the kiss before we get carried away. With her, it's so fucking easy to do. As soon as she's in my arms, I'm lost, drowning in the feel of her pressed against me.
Her breath tickles my neck as she leans in close, running her fingers gently over my bruised knuckles. "You went after Phantom instead of going to practice today," she whispers, her eyes soft and searching as she meets my gaze.
"Never denied it," I say with a shrug, trying to keep my cool despite the warmth pooling in my chest at her touch. Christ, the things she does to me. A simple touch from her and I'm a goddamn livewire shooting off sparks.
"Why?" The word slips out in a vulnerable plea for understanding that makes me want to break down walls for her.
I tilt her chin up, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Because he put his hands on you. He hurt you. He scared you." I'm not sure which answer she wants, so I give them all to her…every single reason I went after him today. "Because you're mine, and I always fucking take care of what belongs to me, Toto. Always."
She bites her lip and nods, tears shimmering in her lashes.
I tug her lips gently from between her teeth. "I'm the only one who gets to bite that lip, princess."
She smiles at me like I hung the moon just for her, and damn if that doesn't make my heart race. Damn if it doesn't make me want to be that man for her. I'm not good enough for her. Doesn't matter if I have money in the bank and fans screaming my name, she deserves better. But that isn't going to stop me from claiming and possessing every inch of her. Until she's stripped raw, consumed by me, I won't quit. I can't.
"Let's get you inside," I say, scooping her off the bike.
She glances all around, staring at my space as I carry her into the house, kicking the door shut behind us. My boots echo against the white porcelain tiles. Floor to ceiling windows line one wall, offering a view of the manicured grounds and the glittering lights of Nashville in the distance.
The furnishings are sparse but comfortable—oversized leather couches and chairs in deep shades of brown and black. Chrome and glass accent tables catch the dim lighting. It's the kind of furniture a single motherfucker like me would pick out— functional and easy to maintain. No fussy throw pillows or knick-knacks, no personal touches.
I spend most of my time at the bar, on the road, or handling my career. It hasn't left much time to think about shit like decorating.
I carry her through the living room into the kitchen and set her down gently at the massive island in the center, tucking strands of hair behind her ears.
"What do you want to eat, Toto?"
"Food."
"Smart ass."
She smirks at me.
"Keep it up, princess. After your little stunt on the bike, I'm just itching to fill that smart fuckin' mouth so full you won't be able to speak," I growl, wrapping a hand around her throat to pull her close. "In fact, you won't even be able to breathe."
"Mm," she hums, her lips an inch from mine. "You know what they say, Memphis. It's the small objects that create the choking hazards."
I crush my mouth to hers, silencing her with a hard kiss. "Fuckin' savage," I mutter against her lips before pulling away to make her something to eat. If I don't feed her now, the only thing I'll be feeding her tonight is cock and cum. And when she's gagging on all nine inches, she'll see for herself that the armchair experts don't know every goddamn thing.
She laughs quietly as I stride to the fridge to start pulling out ingredients and then turn on the indoor grill to get it heating.
