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  I’m lost in my own little world, hoping to get this guy off, when all of a sudden I feel two hands grip my thighs and pull me to the edge of the stage. Out of instinct, I swing one leg up and wrap it around the guy’s neck, squeezing.

  I expect for whoever it is to let go of my thighs and apologize, but to my surprise, I get a growl and a bite on the inside of my thigh.

  I recognize the growl right away, and I can’t help the reaction that my body gets from it. My heart jumps to my throat and my whole body trembles with pleasure.

  Another soft bite causes me to open my eyes to the sight of Hemy standing there, his hair pulled back, and his deep amber eyes set on me. His grip on my thighs tightens as I release his neck and lean my head back with my hands in my hair.

  “Fucking shit, Hemy,” I bite out. “You scared the shit out of me. What are you doing here? I told you-”

  “Shhh . . .” he whispers against my thigh. “Don’t talk. I’m not here for that. I’m here to taste my pussy and remind you of what is mine.”

  Before I can think of a response, my panties are pushed aside and Hemy moans out while running his thick finger over my slick folds. My body instantly reacts to his touch, causing me to moan out and bite my lip.

  “You miss my mouth owning your pussy? It craves my tongue, doesn’t it, baby?” He runs a hand down my thigh while shoving a finger deep inside me, causing me to grip the stage. “Tell me how bad you want me to taste you,” he demands.

  I look up at him, now getting a bit angry at him for making me admit it first. He’s doing this to see how badly I want him. It makes me want to slap him and then ride the shit out of him. He always had that effect on me.

  “Maybe I don’t want you to,” I whisper, looking up to meet his stare. “Maybe someone else has already claimed what was once yours.” I can’t resist but to push him back. One of us is bound to cave first.

  Pulling my body up higher, he softly blows on my swollen clit while pushing his finger in and out. “You’ll always be mine, Onyx.” He squeezes my thigh and rubs his bottom lip up my heat, causing me to moan out silently. “This pussy . . . will always be mine. I claimed it six years ago when I made you my girl, and nothing has changed since.”

  He runs his lip up my pussy again, teasing me with his lip ring. I’m fighting so hard to resist, but I can’t help it. Seeing Hemy dressed up, makes me want to have an orgasm right on the spot. Feeling his mouth on me almost has me exploding beneath him.

  I thrust my hips upward, silently begging for him to lick me. He laughs against my throbbing clit before reaching up with one hand and grabbing my left breast. His dominance has me on the verge of explosion and I want to feel this to its full extent.

  “I want to feel your tongue on me so damn bad,” I blurt out, thrusting my hips again to meet his mouth. “Remind me of how good it feels. Now.”

  With a cocky smile, Hemy grips my ass with both hands and pulls my hips up to meet his face. Looking at me with pure heated desire, he runs his tongue, slowly and teasingly, up my wetness, causing me to shake uncontrollably in his arms.

  He rubs circles around my clit with his tongue, before trailing it back down my folds and pushing it into my entrance. This causes me to wrap my legs around his head and squeeze. I can’t seem to get him close enough and he knows this. He knows my weakness and is using it against me to get me where he wants me. It’s working and I hate him for it.

  The better it feels the angrier I seem to get, until finally, I growl out and pull away from him. At least, I try to. He catches my legs and pulls me off stage so that I’m straddling his narrow hips. With a smile, he walks us both up the stairs and up to the stage.

  He stops in front of the pole, turns my back toward it, and presses me against it, breathing in my ear. “Hold on tight.” With little effort, he lifts me up, causing me to reach behind me and grip onto the pole at a higher level. Before I can wonder what he’s doing, he rests my thighs on his shoulders, grips my waist, and buries his face in my pussy.

  His tongue works like magic, owning my pussy just like in the past. My whole body trembles from the heat of his mouth and the feel of his tongue tasting me, slowly and teasingly.

  He reaches up with one hand and rubs his thumb over my clit, while working his tongue, rough and fast, speeding up to get me off. My grip on the pole tightens as he shoves his tongue back inside just in time for me to come.

  I shake on his shoulders for a few seconds, high off the release of my orgasm. It feels so damn good I can almost cry in relief. Releasing the pole, he pulls me away from it and slowly lowers me down his body, kissing me in different places along the way. It doesn’t take much for him to lower me back down to my feet and press his body into mine.

  Looking into my eyes, he cups my face and runs his tongue over his lips in satisfaction. “I want you back at my place tonight.” I shake my head, but he stops me by pressing his lips against mine, claiming my lips as his. The kiss is rough and possessive, and I can’t help but to get turned on again.

  After a few moments pass, he pulls away from the kiss and turns to walk away without another word. My whole body screams for me to run after him, but I can’t. I’m stuck in place, trying to figure out how I let him take control of me again.

  Screw this. I’m letting him know that he doesn’t control me. He hasn’t in a long time. He has no say whether or not I go to his place and stay with him. He lost that say years ago.

  Making sure that I’m covered, I rush out of the room and walk down the dark hallway. I stop when I get to the main room and look around in search of him. It doesn’t take long to point him out. With Hemy looking as sexy as he is tonight, it’s hard to miss him.

  He’s standing next to a table with another guy. I recognize him from Jade’s party. He’s one of the three strippers that danced that night. I recognize the black hair and tattoos. Realizing that he must be here to watch one of the girls, my gut tells me to get Hemy out of here.

  He might assume I'm giving into him, but I'm really just trying to preserve my secret a bit longer. He seems different, but I'm still scared.

  Clearing my head and coming down from my temporary high, I walk over to the table, stopping in between him and the other guy. I place my hand on Hemy’s chest and can’t help the moan that slips out of my mouth. Just touching him has me all worked up.

  “Wait for me outside. I’ll go grab my things and meet you by your truck.”

  Biting his bottom lip, he grabs both of my hands and runs them up his chest, before pulling them up to wrap around his neck. He presses his body flush with mine and gives me a hooded look. “I don’t have my truck. We’ll take my motorcycle.”

  I smile at the memory of when the bike was his. After a while, he gave up on it and got a new one. I couldn’t leave without it, because it brought back too many memories. I needed it as my safety net. I needed it to fall back on when I missed him too much, so after I packed my things and left that night, I sent my brother to pick up it up from storage. I made it mine with the memories of him.

  “You mean my bike?” Smirking, I turn around in his arms and walk away, making him release me. If I know Hemy still, he’ll be outside as soon as I’m out of sight.

  After quickly grabbing my things and changing, I make my way outside to see Hemy leaning against my bike. Seeing him standing in front of it causes my heart to clench in pain. It brings back too many memories of us as teens, me holding on tightly as he learned how to ride it. It didn’t take long and I always trusted him to keep me safe; a part of me still does.

  He sees me approaching and walks over, placing the helmet on my head. “Give me the keys,” he orders.

  I think about it for a second and almost consider making him ride on the back, but that would just look too weird to even enjoy. Hemy is definitely too dominant for that. Alpha male is what he’ll always be. Shit, it’s such a turn on.

  I toss him the keys without a fight, pull my helmet on, and put my backpack on. My black boots dig into the grav
el as I hop on the back and watch as Hemy jumps on the front.

  I don’t know how much more of this I can take while guarding my heart.

  I need to figure something out and fast . . .

  Chapter Eleven

  Hemy

  The feel of her arms wrapped around my waist brings me back to the past. After I learned how to ride this motorcycle for the first time, she spent almost every day on the back of it, the two of us just riding to forget. Those are some of my happiest memories.

  I can tell she’s thinking about it too, because she hasn’t said a word since we left the club, and not to mention that her arms are practically squeezing the life out of me. She always did that unintentionally in the past when she was deep in thought, and man does it feel good. This is exactly what I was hoping for. If I want another chance with her, then I’ll have to remind her of the good stuff.

  Riding past my block, I make a turn down the street that leads to Mitch’s shop. Mitch’s family has owned Greenler’s Mechanics his whole life. Onyx and I spent a lot of time in it, playing and fooling around, when I was working on my motorcycle or showing off my mechanic skills to get her worked up. She always did have a thing for a dirty, hardworking man. I’m sure that hasn’t changed much. At least, I can only hope.

  Onyx doesn’t bother looking up until we are already pulling up to the shop and parking. I can tell from her lack of smartass remarks. That, and I can feel her chin resting against my back. I don’t think it’s intentional, but I would dare say a word at the risk of her moving it. I feel her grip loosen as she lets out a little surprised breath. “Seriously, Hemy?” She releases my waist as I kill the engine. “Why would you bring me here? I thought we were going to your place.”

  Not bothering to respond, I help her off the bike and watch as she walks up to the building and stands there in silence. She probably hasn’t even thought about this place in over four years. Bringing her here is sure to get the memories flowing in. It has to. I’m counting on it. Hell, I’m having a hard time just being here with her. I could do it alone over the years, but having her here makes my chest ache. It always will until she’s mine again.

  Grinding my jaw and pushing back my emotions, I grab Onyx’s hand and pull her along with me as I walk around to the back and pull out my key. I’ve been meaning to work on my Harley for a while now, but I’ve been so damn busy working on other projects for Mitch that I haven’t been able to touch it. It’s about time I get my baby running good.

  I push the door open and flip on the light. I feel Onyx’s hand squeeze mine, and then she lets go and steps inside. “I haven’t thought about this place in years, Hemy.” She looks around, her face void of emotions. “It looks exactly the same.” She cracks a smile. “As a matter of fact, I think you guys are still working on the same vehicles too.”

  I let my own smile take over as I watch her laugh at her own joke. Damn, her laugh is just as beautiful as ever. I never could get enough of that sound.

  I step up beside her and nudge her with my shoulder. She looks up at me. “I love that sound,” I say softly.

  She looks around as if listening for something. “What sound?”

  “When you laugh,” I say honestly. Her smile fades as I look down into her eyes and then walk away.

  I keep on walking, making my way to the back where my motorcycle is parked. It doesn’t take but a few seconds before Onyx is standing right behind me. She’s so close that I can feel the warmth from her body. I can sense her eyes studying me as I stand here.

  “Why are we here?” she finally asks.

  “I need to work on my bike. Why else would we be here?”

  “It’s like midnight. Don’t you ever sleep?”

  “Not anymore. I told you, I can’t sleep for shit without you naked and next to me.” I walk away, unbuttoning my shirt, before pulling it off and setting it on the closest car.

  I kneel down in front of my Harley and reach for my tools. Onyx watches me in silence for a few seconds before she drops her bag down beside her and takes a seat on the hood of the car next to her. “I’ve kind of missed this, you know.” She pauses and waits for me to respond, but I don’t. I want her to keep going. “You working on your bike here and me watching. Us laughing and talking. I miss you like that.”

  I continue to work on my bike, not looking back at Onyx. “You always made it hard to get any work done. Your smell alone was enough to arouse me, but when you would undress behind me, sitting on a car . . .” My words trail off and I smirk to myself, knowing by the sound of her breathing that she’s reliving the memories.

  “What,” she breathes. “Don’t stop there, Hemy.”

  “All I could think about was burying myself deep between those thighs.” I stand up, drop my tools, and walk over to stand between her legs. Placing my hands on her thighs, I trail my hands up them. “My thighs. All I wanted to do was to own your little pussy and release myself so deep inside you that I would ruin you for anyone else.”

  Her breathing picks up as I spread her legs and step between them. “Mmm . . . and I wanted you deep inside me. I never could watch you getting dirty without wanting you to get me dirty. Funny how that works.” She leans forward and runs her tongue over my mouth, her tongue lingering on my ring before sucking my lip along with it into her mouth. “You were so damn sexy working on your bike that my clothes practically fell off. That look you made when concentrating on your work. Oh shit, I’ll never forget that look.”

  I tangle my fingers in the back of her hair and look down at her with a serious look of concentration, imitating what she just described. It’s not all just an act. I’m taking my time and concentrating on every last inch of her beauty. I bite my lip as she closes her eyes and breathes in. I know I have her. “This one,” I question, stepping in closer to press my erection between her thighs.

  Her body jerks from below me as I grind my hips a little. “Oh God, yes.” She opens her eyes and takes in my face, her eyes filled with lust. “That one, exactly. Why are you doing this, Hemy? You knew this would happen if you brought me here. We can’t keep doing this. I can’t let myself fall in love with you again.”

  “You falling back in love with me is the only thing I want.” Gripping her hair tighter, I crush my lips against hers, owning her lips, breath, and taste. Everything that she is right now is mine and I intend on keeping it this way. I’m taking this moment and owning it.

  Her lips instantly part, allowing me entrance just like in the past. Everything about this moment brings me back to four years ago, and it only makes me want her more. Pulling back, I breathe against her lips, my hands still tangled in her hair. “You taste so damn good, baby.” I bring one hand down and rub my thumb over her cheek before trailing down and over her bottom lip. “Seeing you up on the hood of this car makes me want to take you right here.” I kiss her neck and make my way up to her ear, stopping to whisper. “Do you want that, baby? Huh? You want to remember what it was like, me taking you here, me all dirty and sweaty?”

  “No,” she whispers, pushing on my chest. “That’s the last reminder I need, Hemy.”

  Grabbing her chin, I force her to look up into my eyes. I can tell by her heavy breathing and fidgeting that she’s lying. She always did have a hard time hiding her feelings from me. “Dammit, Onyx. Don’t lie to me. Tell. Me. The. Truth.”

  She nods her head, her breathing picking up as she reaches up to let my hair down. She looks lost in thought for a moment before she speaks. “You have no idea how sexy your hair is. Every time I look at you, all I can think about is gripping onto it as you make love to me.”

  My heart beats wildly in my chest, but then sinks to my stomach as she turns her head away in shame. She does that when she says something she didn’t mean to. Every part of me wants her to mean those damn words. I may not have made love to her in the past, but things have changed. I’ve changed. I’m willing to give her anything she wants.

  I pull her face back to mine and bring my lips down to ho
ver over hers, our heavy breathing mingling together. “If you give me a chance,” I bring my eyes up to meet hers,” I’ll make love to you. I’m capable of more than you think now, Onyx.”

  She stares at me for a second, not saying a word, before a small smile creeps over her face. “Well, not tonight.” She grips my hair and pulls on it roughly. “Tonight, I want you to fuck me like you did four years ago.” She yanks my hair harder before releasing it. “Show me the old Hemy. My Hemy.”

  Her words set me off and before she can register what I’m doing, I have her back pressed against the hood of the car and her pants in my hands, yanking them down her legs. Kissing the inside of her thigh, I pull her boots off and toss them, before tossing her tight little jeans next to them.

  I spread her legs further and kiss my way up to her stomach while reaching for her white tank top. “Fuck, Onyx.” I love the way she looks laying across the hood of a car. I nibble my lip ring while pulling her shirt above her head and reaching behind her to release her bra. I take a few seconds to admire her body before gripping her thong in my hand and pulling her body into mine. Nothing is standing in the way of being inside her now but my jeans and her tiny lace thong. It’s exactly like it was when we first fell in love. It’s just too bad she never knew it.

  Twisting her panties in my hand, I rip them off, the white lace coming untied with little effort. Onyx lets out a moan and arches her back as I lace one arm beneath her and bite down into her shoulder. “Oh God, Hemy,” she pants. “Hurry up and get those jeans off.”

  Smiling against her neck, I work on taking off my jeans with one hand, while reaching down with my other to rub circles over her swollen clit. “Mmm . . . you’re so wet for me, baby.” I slide my jeans down my legs and let them drop, before spinning Onyx around and slamming her down onto the hood, grabbing the back of her hair.

  “Spread your legs, baby.” I lean down next to her ear and growl as she bites my arm. “Show me how bad you’ve missed me inside you.”