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you didn't even hear me,"  T replied.
    T is short for Tony, we call each other by nicknames. Don't know how it got started but it stuck. "Sorry man, what?"
    "Are you going over to her house, or you want to come back to Kev's place with us for some beers and pool?"
    I smile, "I'll catch up with you guys another time, she invited me over."
    Kev and T, slap me on the back and laugh. J stands off to the side not saying anything, I wonder what's bothering him. He has been having problems with his girlfriend and I figure that must be it. 
    We finish loading everything up and I wave goodbye to the guys. They wave and all pile into Kev's van. I get onto my hog, to drive the short distance to Jay's house.
     

    I could hear O before I saw him, driving up on his hog. Damn, he looks so fucking hot on that thing. I love a man on a motorcycle, especially a Harley. He sees me in the window watching him and gives me that wickedly sexy smile of his. I feel myself melting. I go to the door to let him in.
    "Hey sexy."
    "Hi, doll."
    I move out of the way to let him in. I shut and lock the door before I turn to him.
    I look up into his eyes and feel myself relax. I don't know what it is about him, but he has a way of making me feel calm. Flashes of our last time come to my mind. If things were different in my life, I can see myself with him.
    He reaches out and grabs my hand, I feel it all down my back. It's like a bolt of lightning and I feel myself getting excited already. I close the distance between us and kiss him hard on the lips. His tongue invades my mouth and I groan from the pure pleasure he gives me.
    Our hands are all over each other in a frenzy to get our clothes off. I run my hands through his hair. He has such beautiful hair, so crazy the contrast between us. Mine short, to his being long, I chuckle to myself.
    O looks up at me and before he can say anything, I start kissing him again. Finally all of our clothes are piled up on the floor, he throws me up against the wall. He starts kissing me down my neck and finds my nipple. I groan and run my fingers into his hair.
    I hear the sounds of a wrapper, before he pulls me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and he rams hard into me. I let out a scream and pull on his hair. As he pumps in and out of me, I scratch at his back and bury my head into his shoulder. I feel my climax getting stronger and scream out in pleasure, seeing stars. O pumps in and out a couple more times, releasing his own climax.
    I cling onto him, as he leans on me trying to calm his breathing.
    "Damn woman, the things you do to me!"
    I chuckle as we pull apart from each other. "Are you hungry?"
    "Yeah. We need fuel, so we can continue our night."
    He looks at me with those sexy ass eyes of his, they make me melt. I grab his t-shirt and put it on. Then walk into the kitchen and start pulling out the eggs, cheese and ham to make us omelets. As I'm getting everything ready, I can feel him watching me.
    I turn and smile at him, "What?" I ask.
    He smiles back, "I realized that I don't know much about you. Tell me about yourself."
    "There's not much to tell. I work all the time, and I love to listen to great bands at bars." I give him my sexiest smile.
    "Well I know you have great taste." He winks at me. "But tell me something personal."
    "How about you tell me something? I have been wondering for a while."
    "What's that?"
    "What's your name?"
    He chuckles, "It's Nico."
    "Nico." I say trying it out. "I like it."
    We get quiet and I turn to see that he walked into the living room. I glance over to see him looking at all my framed pictures on the wall, lost in thought. I know I probably upset him by not opening up, but I don't open up to men. It hurts to much to let them in. I like Nico, but he knows I don't do relationships. I told him that the first night we hooked up. I shrug my shoulders, he will have to deal with it.
    I plate up our omelets and take them into the living room, I hand him one.
    "Thanks."
    "Yep."
    I