CHAPTER ELEVEN TABATHA

CHAPTER ELEVEN

TABATHA

He carries me to his room as I kiss him deeply. Placing my hands in his long hair, I yank hard, and he moans into my mouth. He doesn't bother shutting his door as we fall onto the bed. I get a glimpse of the huge bay windows to the right of me and smile when I see all the trees behind his house. It's as if there's a forest in his backyard.

He gets my attention as he pulls his shirt up over his head, revealing his hard chest. I sit up and run my hands over the smoothness of it. He reaches up and grabs my hair. I smile when he pulls my hair out of my bun.

"I wanna be able to pull on this," he growls, placing his hand in my hair.

I reach out and undo his pants as his fingers massage my head. "Whatever you want," I find myself saying as I release his hard cock from behind his pants and boxers. The hardness, yet softness, of his skin have my thighs clenching and my breaths coming quicker. I need to feel him on me, in me.

He pulls on my hair to get me to look up at him. "Don't say things you don't mean."

"I mean everything I say." My scalp prickles and my body breaks out in goosebumps as his fingers tighten in my hair. I inhale sharply, and my hand tightens around his cock.

Before I can take another breath, he bends down and places his lips on mine. I open up and let him have control. Even though Rodger was a control freak, it doesn't bother me to allow Dash that same control. I want him to take me, make me his. It's not degrading; it's exhilarating.

He pulls away quickly, and it leaves me panting for more. His hands fall out of my hair and they land on my chest. He roughly pushes me back onto the bed before he pulls my shorts down my legs and tosses them to the side.

He reaches down and grabs my legs as he continues to stand at the end of the bed. He doesn't even bother checking to see if I'm wet because he knows I am. I take a deep breath and arch my back as he slowly enters me, stretching me in the most delicious way. Not even bothering with a condom. I should tell him to stop and put one on, but I can't make my lips say the words. He just feels too good. And why bother when we've already done it without one? It just wouldn't be right to use one now.

He takes his time working in and out of me, filling me. "I'm gonna take my time with you tonight, baby."

I whimper as he thrust forward. "Please." I reach up and try to pull his body closer to mine. I want him to be as needy as I am right now, but he just smirks at my lame attempt.

His hands land on my thighs, and he slowly runs them to my hips. His grip tightens, and I arch my back, taking in a deep breath. "Begging won't get you anywhere with me," he says, moving his hips back and forth. "You're going to remember every little fucking thing this time."

How could I ever forget in the first place? I may not have remembered exactly what we had done, but my body had. "I need more," I whine as he slowly pulls out of me and then enters me again just as slowly.

He looks down at me and gives me a cocky smile. "I'm going to give you exactly what you need. In time."

I sigh as I reach up and massage my breasts. His hands leave my hips, and he bends over me. He takes my wrists in his hands, and he pushes them above my head, pinning them against the mattress. "I wanna be the only one to touch you tonight," he whispers as he places soft kisses on my neck. I arch my neck back, giving him easier access.

"Then touch me," I demand, lifting my hips to meet his, trying to get a little more forceful in his movement.

He releases my wrists, and his hands cup my breasts. I moan when he bends down and captures my hard nipple between his lips. "Yes," I say when he starts to suck on it.

His teeth lightly nibble, and I gasp as I lift my hands to tangle them in his dark hair. His hips pick up the pace, and I start to pant as he finally surrenders to what I need.

***

"How did you know where I lived?" I ask lying beside him, completely spent and naked. After we had our first round, he finally took the time to shed all of his clothes. But let's just say he wasn't as in control the second time. He let me take charge, and I like that.

"You told me that first night. You really don't remember, huh?" he asks chuckling.

I shake my head. "Thank God, you aren't a serial killer," I say seriously.

He laughs harder. "You had turned your phone on after our last game of pool and put my number in it, but you wouldn't give me yours." He smiles. "You were going to leave the party with Blake and Jackie but then decided to stay with me."

Hmm. Everything makes sense now. "So, what made me decide to stay?"

"I guess it was my charm," he says with a smile, and I laugh.

"Guess so," I agree before I close my eyes and enjoy the warmth of his body against mine.

"So, tell me something about yourself," I say after a few silent minutes.

"My name is Erik Dashling," he says, and I let out a little laugh. I at least know that much. "I go by Dash because I hate the name Erik and the name Dashling makes me sound like a fucking pussy."

"No, it doesn't." I playfully slap his hard muscular chest. "I like it."

He looks over at me with a serious look. "You would." He then looks back up at the ceiling. "I'm twenty-two. An only child." He frowns. "I have a tendency to do my own thing, which has gotten me in trouble more times than I can count."

"What kind of trouble?" I ask.

"The kind that gets you put behind bars," he says with no shame.

I sit up and look down at him with my eyebrows raised. "What kind of trouble do you get into?" I ask wondering if my father knows this. He takes his team and drivers very seriously. I mean, it's his life.

He smiles as if he's reading my mind. "Nothing too bad. I'm a little reckless, I guess you could say."

I let out a breath as I lie back down beside him. "That's nothing."

He turns onto his side and places a hand under his head to prop it up. "Really? You make it sound like you've been a little reckless as well."

"No. It just wasn't as bad as I was thinking," I say with a smile. He reaches up and pushes my hair off my face. "You make me feel reckless," I confess.

He pauses. "How so?"

I try to shrug it off, hating that it even slipped out. I go to roll over, but he gets up and straddles me, pinning me to the mattress. "Tell me," he whispers, leaning over me.

"I feel like we're breaking all the rules." My dad wouldn't allow this to happen, and he sure as hell would kick Dash off the team if he knew.

"We are," he says placing a kiss on my neck. I arch back giving him easier access. "That's what makes it so much fun."

I try to ignore the feeling that tells me this won't last much longer. "Well, at least when it's over you will still be able to race." But I will still see him.

He pulls away and looks down at me with a frown. "What are you worrying about? What did you mean by ‘when it's over'?"

I shake my head, not wanting to tell him, but he is persistent. "Please. Don't be afraid to tell me anything."

I let out a sigh. "My dad…"

"I'm not worried about your dad. Will he threaten to kick me off the team? Probably. But will he? No. He was right when he said that I'm the best at what I do. And I will prove that to him. I'm valuable to him just as you are valuable to me," he states.

I smile at his words. "You wanna keep me around, huh?" I ask with a playful smile.

"More than you know," he says before he gets a big smile on his beautiful face. "Let me take you for a ride."

I laugh. "That's the corniest line I've ever heard," I say as I lift my hips, rubbing myself against him.

He chuckles. "No, I really wanna take you for a ride. On my bike."

I lift my head up enough to look at his clock sitting on his nightstand. "It's four-thirty in the morning," I say with a frown.

"And?" he asks arching a dark eyebrow.

"Where would we go?"

He leans down and places his lips on my neck. "You're right," he whispers against my skin. "We can go later." With that, I smile and allow him to take me on the kind of ride that I had in mind.

***

I yawn as I stand in his garage looking at his bikes. He has four. And three cars. And a truck. "Do you collect cars?" I ask scratching the back of my neck. I think we got maybe three hours of sleep this morning. He woke me up and told me to get dressed; he was taking me for a ride. I wasn't all that thrilled when I found out he meant on his bike.

"I like to keep my options open," he says as he reaches up and picks two helmets that hang on the wall in his garage.

"I bet you do," I mumble to myself.

"What was that?" he asks as he turns to face me.

"Nothing," I say waving it off. A man like Dash has plenty of options. They never settle down with one woman. I bet he prefers a different one every day like he prefers driving a different car every day.

He walks up to me and hands me a helmet. I look down at it. It's beautiful. It's white and black. It has skulls and wings all over it, and it makes it look kinda evil in a beautiful way. "Pretty," I say.

He smirks proudly as he looks down at it. "It's my favorite."

"Oh," I say holding it out to him for him to take.

"No, you're going to wear it," he states as he walks over to a toolbox. He picks up what looks like a seat. I watch nervously as he takes a little plastic section off the back of the bike.

"What are you doing?" I question as I watch him clip the black little seat onto the back of the bike.

"This," he raises the piece he just removed from the bike, "is a no-ho," he states.

"You're joking?" I ask, and he shakes his head with a smile.

"Nope." He pushes down on the seat, and I hear it click. He turns to face me as he taps it. "Come on."

I stay standing where I'm at. "I've never been on a bike before." And I'm totally rethinking it now.

"Here." He places his hand in his pocket and removes some earbuds. He then takes my phone from my hand and plugs them in. He pushes a few buttons and then smiles when he is satisfied. "There's only a few things that you need to know." He looks up at me. "Just follow my lead."

"How do I do that?"

"When we take a turn, lean into it with me." I nod as if I understand what he means. "You won't be able to hear me because of the helmet and the earbuds, but I will reach back and tap your thigh when I want you to hang on. Feel free to use your legs. You can tighten them against mine as tight as you want, it won't hurt me."

"Won't I be hanging on the entire time?" I ask as I start to panic. I look over to the bike. "What else am I supposed to hang on to?" I ask nervously.

He places his hand on my shoulders. "Calm down. It will only take you a few minutes to get used to it. And once that starts to happen, you will loosen up and relax. You won't hang on as tight. But there will be times when you will have to hold on tighter than others. I'll let you know when those times are."

"Okay," I say as I swallow.

"No worries. I won't do any wheelies with you on the back."

"Wheelies?" I squeak. "You do wheelies? On that?" I ask wide-eyed.

He chuckles. "You're cute," he says before he leans in and gives me a soft kiss before he pulls way. He picks up a jacket off his bike and hands it to me. "This is a mesh jacket. It has holes for it to breathe, but it has pads in it in case we go down."

My legs start to shake. "You're not helping."

"It's just a safety precaution. I want you to be safe." He places it on me and then puts my phone in an inside pocket, before zipping it up. "Put these in your ear but don't turn the music on yet," he orders, and I do as he says.

I stand back and watch him as he places his jacket on and straddles the bike. He fixes his phone to the music he wants and then starts up the bike. It causes me to jump. "Come on."

I walk over to him, and he turns his body to look over his shoulder at me. He takes my helmet from me. "Place your left leg on the peg," he says pointing to it. I do as he says. "Now place your left hand on my shoulder and lift yourself up." I place my sweaty hand on his shoulder as he says and lift myself up. He holds the bike up as my right foot finds the other peg.

He leans over and hands me the helmet. "Don't be nervous. I would never put you in harm's way," he says softly before he grabs my left hand and brings it around to his face. He gives it a soft kiss, and then lets go of it.

I quickly put my helmet on and fasten it. I reach up from my earbuds and press play on the cord. Music blares so loud I cringe.

I sit there and wait for my ears to adjust to the screaming of some guy I've never heard before when I realize we haven't left the garage. Why haven't we left? Am I forgetting something? I have my jacket on. I have his helmet on. My music is playing. He said he would signal to me. Do I need to signal to him?

I lean over and place my right hand on the cool tank. And with my left hand I tap him on his shoulder, hoping that does the trick.

The engine revs up, and then he pulls out of the garage. The first five songs that play in my ear, I am a terrified mess. I hold my eyes tightly closed, and I squeeze him to the point he probably can't breathe. But he's right, every second that goes by, I get more comfortable. Every turn he takes, I lean more into him instead of trying to fight it. I just have to remind myself that he is the expert, and this is my first time. He knows what he's talking about.

I let my arms loosen, and I take in a deep breath. I smell him. The smell of him lingers in the helmet that I'm wearing, and it makes me smile. I close my eyes and feel the wind blowing on my skin through the jacket. It's an amazing feeling to know that there's nothing between you and the road. It feels as if I'm flying.

He doesn't take me far. Maybe ten miles on the highway and then he exits. But he gets right back on and heads back in the direction of his house. By the time he pulls up in his driveway, my legs are tingling from the roar of the bike underneath me. And my mind is full of nothing but him from smelling him in the helmet.

He pulls into his garage, and I slide off the back awkwardly but manage not to fall over. My back hurts from leaning over. My hands hurt from holding myself up while leaning over. And the inside of my legs hurt from straddling the back. But I know what can fix it. Him.

I rip his helmet off my head and unzip the jacket as he removes his helmet. I walk over to him and pull on his arm, spinning him to face me. I unzip his jacket quickly and then shove it off his shoulders as my lips land on his. He doesn't even try to stop me as his hands find their way to my hips. He pulls me into him roughly, needing me as much as I need him at the moment.