Okay,…so in THE CRIBhe drives a black and red Indian Spirit…and he has stubble, but it basically shaved…this is still him…the photo is just a year old..and the Spirit is a new bike. *grin*
There was a drool-worthy black, red and chrome Indian Spirit parked at the curb in front of the bar. Since I didn’t recognize the bike, and there certainly couldn’t be many of those beauties around, I guessed it was Devon’s. But he wasn’t anywhere I could see.
With a glance up and down the street, I took a couple steps and checked around the corner.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up when I saw a beat-up Ford idling halfway down the alley. Devon was bent over at the waist, passing something inside to the driver. He straightened up, shook his head sharply and patted the roof of the car as he turned to walk back the street.
I knew the second he saw me. He steps didn’t falter, and his posture never changed, but I knew. And I knew it bothered him. The car pulled away quickly, and I cursed the fact that I couldn’t read the plate from that distance.
Devon’s loose-limbed gait was almost predatory as he came toward me. My heart rate sped up and my nipples hardened at the same time I realized that Devon might just be the man I was looking for, the killer.
My mind raced and my body screamed at me not to think. Thinking was bad. Thinking meant no more mind-blowing orgasms from this man.
Shit!
Our eyes locked as he came toward me and a shiver danced down my spine. A good shiver . . . a yummy shiver of anticipation.
“You all done here?”
I nodded slowly, eyes still locked with his while I tried to get my body back under control and process what I’d just seen. “Who was that?”
He eyed me, his grey eyes sharp and measuring. The look of someone with something to hide. “Just a friend.”
“You have a lot of friends that hang out in dark alley’s in the middle of the night?”
“Some.” His lips titled up at one corner. “You ready to go?”
We eyed each other for minute, both of us waiting to see what I would do next. Giving myself a mental headshake, I cupped a hand over his groin, and stepped close enough that my lips brushed against his when I answered, “The real question is . . . are you ready?”
His hand came up and cupped the back of my head, pulling me that last millimeter until his mouth came down on mine. His fingers clenched and with slow steady pressure he bent my head back, taking complete control of the kiss.
Firm lips, agile tongue, and sharp teeth ravaged my mouth chasing all thoughts from my mind. My fingers curled inward, gripping him, and I squirmed closer to the hard male body in front of me.
“Ack!”
The sharp cry slipped out when the hand pulled my head back sharply, ripping my mouth away from his, and bringing me back to earth with a slam.
“What do you think, Alexis?” His eyes bore into mine. “Am I ready?”
It was in that moment that I realized I wasn’t thinking straight. Hell I wasn’t thinking at all!
My instincts told me Devon was the man I wanted, but not the one I hunted. But for once, I wasn’t a hundred percent sure I could trust them.
“I think it’s time you take me home.”
He planted a hard and fast kiss on my lips before he stepped around me and went for the bike at the curb. He pulled a plain black skullcap out of one of the studded saddlebags, and handed it to me before throwing a leg over the bike. Feeling the seductive thrill of danger and lust sweep through me, I climbed on behind him, tucking my skirt under my butt.
It soon became apparent to me that I was stuck between heaven and hell. Being on a motorcycle is always a high. But cradling Devon’s hard body between my bare thighs while the low growl of the motorcycles engine vibrated against my sex was its own kind of purgatory.
As if sensing this, as soon as I directed Devon to the nearby Motel where I’d rented a room, he reached for one of my hands and placed it between his legs. Right on the hard cock that I’d been so desperate to ride earlier that night. The whole time my hand explored his size, shape, the fullness of his balls, I wondered exactly who he was, what he’d been up to in the alley, and how the hell he knew my full name was Alexis.
So… tell me what do you think of Devon, and be entered to win a free copy of THE CRIB. I’ll pick the winner Monday Morning.
OMG! This is one BAD boy! I love this story Sasha, it was gritty and brought out the Kick Ass part of me.
I was wondering about purgatory! I think I’ll read that part to my DH and get his reaction….. I LOVE this part.
It soon became apparent to me that I was stuck between heaven and hell. Being on a motorcycle is always a high. But cradling Devon’s hard body between my bare thighs while the low growl of the motorcycles engine vibrated against my sex was its own kind of purgatory.
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Woohoo! Congrats Sasha, great story! :angel:
Thanks Debbie!! I know you were a bit shocked by the start of it.LOL I’m so glad you enjoyed it…and I’ll enter you in the contest for a differnt prize since you already Bought the book. š
Can’t wait to read this one! You picked a juicy enough excerpt to warrant a trip to the bookstore.
YAY! Hi Lisa, if you pick up the book, and your name is drawn in the contest, I do have other prizes if you want…so go ahead to the bookstore…and enjoy ahot summer read. :jump:
One word Sasha: Drooly.
How come you don’t have a drooling icon? :confused:
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I agree, we need a droolworthy icon for Devon and other hardbodies that Sasha likes to get us all hot and bothered with!
Sorry i had trouble with Aphrodesia sign ons:cursing:
Keep up the great work! And they did have you listed for WS chat the other night, with a nice pic of Bound.
kaisquared
wow Sasha I think I’m left speachless definately droolworthy
Mary f
:great: Way to go. Loved the except. Would love to be behind this guy on a motorcycle with my thighs around him. Very hot.:jump:
Loretta
meeeoow I just love a bad boy with a bad ride! Devon and his bike are yummilicious. :love:
Deeeeeevvvvvooooon…. Okay, my favorite scene is still the chaps… but I love the scene in the store room too.
Hot, hot, hot.
This is me riding Devon instead of the bike. :attack:
Hee hee
Gulp. Yum.
Devon definately has my er, um attention!
Yummy! :great:
Hugs & Congrats,
Sabrina )O(
Loved the except. :great:
:jump: Devon BAD boy! :jump:
šÆ Whoa, definitely an alpha male, YUMMY!!!
Just read this and another excerpt of yours – best of luck on BOUND, girl!
As for both the Bad Boy & Bike – both look hot, hot, hot…and the excerpt is quite enticing.
See you in Atlanta!
Holy Moly. I don’t think I can really say what I think in a public forum :great:
I think that picture is burned into my brain now lol. Scuse me while I wipe off the drool