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gripped his hair and pulled, not
sure if I wanted him to stop because I couldn’t take it anymore or because I
never wanted him to stop. “Fuck,” I swore again, and then the noises coming
from me turned into wails and I shook underneath his hot, wet mouth.
    “God,
that was…brilliant,” I said after he had pulled away, licking at his lips and a
satisfied smirk on his face. “I can’t believe that I came so fast again.” I
struggled to sit up and he helped me.
    “I
told you that you weren’t frigid.” He wiped my hair that was damp with sweat
away from my face before kissing me. “See how good you taste?” he asked when he
broke the kiss, and I had to look away in embarrassment. At that he laughed
softly. “After all we’ve done and you’re still ashamed. You’re so cute.”
    My
eyes darted back to him. “Cute?” My mouth twisted with distaste. “I don’t want
to be cute.” I got to my knees so I was eye level with him. “I want to be hot
and sexy. I want to be the seductress for once…” I want the upper hand.
    “Mattie.”
He cupped my face, and I wished that I could have read the expression on his,
but there was nothing there to lead me into the inner workings of his mind.
“You’re so many things.” We held each other’s gaze for a few seconds, before he
dropped his hand and pulled away. Then that normal grin came over his face, and
I did not know if that were an act, or that seriousness that had been shown
moments before was an anomaly. “Ever been on a motorcycle?”

Chapter Four
    Clay
gave me his helmet, and hesitantly I sat astride his bike, my hands gripping at
his waist for dear life. I wondered if he could feel the tension and
exhilaration going through me. Then we took off, slowly at first, then he
accelerated and the world whooshed by. He took the corners at dangerous speeds
and I might have screamed as I held onto his waist even harder. But mingling
with the fear was excitement.  Safe little me was along for the ride with this
hot man and the feeling was…almost like sex. I felt myself getting turned on
the faster we went, I nearly pouted in disappointment when we turned into the
gate and toward the old house.
    “Well,
did you like that?” he asked as I handed back his helmet.
    “I
loved it.” I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face, and he seemed amused by that.
He stepped closer and took my chin in his hand to tilt my mouth upward before
he kissed me. I kissed hungrily back, feeling myself getting heated and all I
wanted to do was to drag him into my bed. Horniness must have been the cure to
my shyness, because I made the rare bold move of grabbing his hand and leading
him toward the house.
    But
before I could get him through the door, he stopped and pushed me up against
the side of house. “What are you doing?”
    “Fucking
you.” He kissed my neck while his hands went to my jeans. He shoved them down
along with my panties and I felt a cool wind hit my skin, reminding me that I
was bare and in a very, very open place. I didn’t make him stop though. Instead
my hands worked to free him from his own jeans as all the while we kissed. It
was violent kissing, with teeth gnashing and tongues almost wrestling together.
My t-shirt was shoved up and my bra pulled down, exposing my breasts, and I
yelped in surprise as he bit my nipple. Then I laughed.
     “Again,”
I whispered and he obeyed, the pain sending a thrill through me. He entered me
roughly, before placing his hands underneath my thighs and lifting me up while
he screwed me. The hard planks cladding the house dug painfully into me, but I
relished it. He pumped into me harder and harder, and I imagined people in the
hills secretly watching us. I had that vision in my head as he brought me to
climax.
    “Do
you think that you’re sexy now?” he teased as he let me down, and I could only
give him a lazy, spent smile in response as he helped me into the house.
    The
rest of the day was spent naked and having sex. By