Chapter 10

The One Where He Takes Her Out

ARIELLE

It’s been a few days since I last ran into Nate at the bar where we met his little friend. His friend who most likely dragged him to the nearest surface to fuck his brains out silly.

Not that it’s any of my business.

I should’ve done the same. I should’ve let him have his way with me in every position possible within the confines of that stark bathroom. He would’ve been too satisfied to fuck Sara and she would have had to went elsewhere for satisfaction ... likely to Chase.

I haven’t been losing sleep over the fact that Nate is fucking other women.

Hell, he’ll come to me for more.

I smirk at the thought, putting the key into my car door lock. Just as I’m twisting it, there’s a noise behind me and I turn just as I hear my name being called.

The familiar tall light brown haired man approaches me, unsure if it’s me. However, once he realizes that the person is, in fact me, he smiles and takes the final steps to close the distance between us.

My breath catches in my throat at the sight of him. He looks really good today. Wearing a thick, black leather jacket with a crisp white shirt underneath and a pair of black jeans, he appears the epitome of sex. When his eyes meet mine, it reminds me of how tall he truly is—about a half foot more so than myself—which only attracts me more.

I’ve always had a thing for tall guys.

“Hayes,” I greet when I’ve caught my bearings. “How are you?”

“Better now,” he smiles, eyes dragging up and down my body. “You look good. How’ve you been?”

With a shrug of my shoulders, I give the answer of, “Same old.” I give him a warm smile and lean towards him out of instinct. He seems nervous as he shuffles on his feet and it’s so adorable.

He’s cute. Innocent, in a way. I notice that he brings out a rather different, tame and quite submissive side to me. I can’t help but compare that to how Nate brings out this raw, dirty, sexual side to me.

It’s fucking amazing that two people can bring out two entirely different sides. But can one man bring out both sides?

“I hope you don’t think I’m being too blunt, but would you like to go out with me? Like, on a date, I mean.” He brushes three fingers along his jawline as he speaks, distracting me for a moment from the question he asked.

I don’t even have to think about the inquiry. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Are you busy now? We could grab a beer and something to eat.” He glances behind him at his motorcycle and then back to me. “Ever rode on a bike?”

I wet my lips to avoid clenching my legs together. Hayes ... in leather ... with me gripping those rather large biceps of his ... while riding his loud, fucking sexy jet black motorcycle. It takes everything within me to not dart across the street and hop on it in anticipation.

I think Hayes notices, because when my attention is drawn to him again, he’s smiling while staring at me. “You down?” He cocks his head to the side just as his tongue darts out for a split second.

I bite my lower lip, trying to avoid tackling him and sucking that lip into my mouth. “Let’s fuckin’ do it.” I answer, feeling that surge of confidence in the presence of his motorcycle.

Things are different with Hayes. If I were with Nate, I’d have no reservations about teasing him. If I wanted to make out with him, I would, and with a personality like his, he wouldn’t mind it. But I feel like Hayes isn’t one for certain displays of affection that could be deemed inappropriate for being in the public eye.

Nate, he’d fuck me in the middle of a public park late at night and make sure that my screams could be heard for blocks. He’d shove his fingers into my panties and make me cum in a restaurant at rush hour while everyone else around us is oblivious. He’d bend me over the hood of his car and claim my pussy his.

Hayes, not so much.

That causes a smile to break out across his face and he nods his head. “C’mon, I think there’s a restaurant just up the road from here.”

Quickly, I lock my car up and Hayes grabs my hand to intertwine it with his as he drags me across the street. When we approach his vehicle, I release a gasp and brush my fingertips across the seat. It’s a beautiful machine and I can’t help but admire its every curve.

Hayes reaches for his backpack and pulls out an extra helmet he had stashed away. Either he always carries an extra helmet, or he was hoping he’d run into me so that we could go out. I think that’s a little bit flattering in a way and I smile at the thought. He hands it to me, and I place it on my head as he does with his.

He slips his, now empty, backpack onto his torso and hops onto the machine. After releasing the kickstand, he flips his visor up and looks at me. “C’mon,” he encourages. He holds a hand out and leads me to straddle the bike. I melt into his backside, unsure of where to put my hands.

“Give me your hands,” he demands and I do as he asks. He wraps them tightly around his torso, interlocking my hands. He chuckles when I gasp at the feeling of his touch against my skin. I listen to his visor click downwards into place and my heart leaps within my chest.

“Hold on tight,” is the last thing he says to me before the engine revs to life and he’s racing down the street.

And no, he doesn’t start off slow, like I expect him to. Instead, he pins the gas and our front tire lifts off the pavement for a moment before we’re driving so fast down the road that I can’t distinguish between trees and light poles.