4. Kate

Chapter 4

Kate

T he rest of the night is a blur. When he brought me back to the table, kissed me on the cheek, and walked away, I almost got up and followed him. But common sense prevailed. No matter how sexy he is, no matter how good the man can kiss, there’s nothing that can come of it. My friends all go crazy and even call me cougar a few times, and even though I laugh, it still hurts a little.

I try to keep my eyes off him, but they keep straying over to the door where he’s standing. And every time I look that way, he’s staring right at me, and even across the room, I can see the heat in his eyes.

I finally call it a night when all three of my friends have had one too many. Carrie has had way too many and can barely walk at this point.

Bull shows up as if on cue and helps me get my friends to my car. It’s a struggle, and I’m sure I should be embarrassed by how loud and rowdy they are being. The irony hits me that of the whole night, we’re the ones that have caused the ruckus at the bar, not any of the bikers.

Once they’re all in my car, I thank Bull for helping me again. But he doesn’t say anything; he just pulls me in for another kiss that has me melting against him. His hands slide up my waist and he teases my nipple through my clothes. I gasp, but all that does is give him more access, and he deepens the kiss and his finger rolls against my hard peak.

If I had a lucid thought I’d pull away. I know I should be offended, but I can’t, and I don’t. If anything, I push my breast into his hand, and he squeezes me. My head falls back with a loud groan.

He’s smiling at me. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me. “Call me, Kate.” The demand makes him seem mature beyond his years.

When I get into my car, luckily all three of my friends seem to be passed out and missed out on my little display with Bull. I take them all to their houses and by the time I get home, it’s late. Walking into the house, I know I should be tired. But my body is still vibrating with desire for Bulldog. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone so much.

I pick up my phone and look at the name he put into it. Bull. I have his number right here. I know there’s nothing that can come of this. I know it would only be one night. Darn, I’ve never done a one-night stand before. Heck, I haven’t dated or even seen anyone else naked except for my ex-husband. I put the phone down on the counter. I can’t do this.

I walk away, but I only get three steps before I’m turning around and running back to the counter. I pick up the phone and start to pace. It’s a one-night fling. A single time I can look back on and know that I had some fun and kicked up my heels. I can let myself go and have some fun one night. It’s not going to hurt anyone.

I’m not as into texting as his generation, but I figure it’s appropriate to see if he’s still awake.

Hey, I text him.

Shoot, and then I text him again, This is Kate. From the bar. Tonight.

I hit send and then put my hand to my head. Smooth, Kate. Real smooth.

His response is immediate. I want to see you.

I don’t even know how to flirt or be coy. Can I come to you?

Almost immediately I get a text with an address. And then another one that just says Hurry.

I fast walk to my bedroom and decide to shower before I leave. I put on my sexiest bra and panties since I figure it’ll be the best I can do to compete with the younger, tighter, more agile bodies he’s no doubt used to.

Bulldog

What is taking her so long?

I’m standing on my porch, looking up and down the road, hoping to see her car lights soon. It seems like it’s been hours since she texted me, but in reality, it’s only been thirty minutes.

I reach down and adjust myself. I’m hard enough to use my dick as a fucking jackhammer.

It’s almost like I can still feel her in my arms. The way she melted against me on the dance floor and then again by her car, I’d wanted to fuck her both times right where we stood. The ways she kissed me, savoring every stroke of my tongue and tasting me like she was starving for me, made me so hard I couldn’t believe how close I was to losing all control. And that’s not me. I never lose control. In the military, I was trained to always keep my cool and to never lose my edge. But all of that went out the fucking window when I laid eyes on her tonight.

It was hard enough waiting on her to contact me. I knew I shouldn’t push her. She didn’t seem the type to like being pressured. But I’d been all of five minutes away from getting a track on her phone and going to her house before she’d texted me.

Her coming to me will make her more comfortable, so I’m willing to wait because I have no intention of taking what I want and skipping out the next morning. No, I already know I want something more than a one-night stand with Kate. I just hope she sees past my tattoos and hard exterior and gives me a real chance.