Bad to the Bones by Layla Wolfe

Author:Layla Wolfe [Wolfe, Layla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Motorcycle
Publisher: Layla Wolfe
Published: 2014-09-29T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

BELLAMY

I don’t know what came over me, I really don’t.

It was probably gratitude. An overwhelming feeling of gratitude washed over me when Knoxie said he’d go get my Sporty for me, and possibly even my sister.

I had never toyed with men for any reason other than protocol. Shakti had commanded me to manipulate a man’s genitals on many occasions, and I had. It was just part of the ongoing therapy. Whether the person gaining insight and enlightenment was me or the guy, it didn’t matter. Maybe I was just balancing his chakras. It didn’t matter.

Today I wanted to pleasure this big, strapping man who had become my protector. It was the least I could do. I was starting to like Knoxie Hammett—a lot. I couldn’t remember liking a man this painfully since I was a teenager sleeping up in Coyote Buttes. There was one boy during those years, a Brian Sicily, I was hugely attracted to. It was frustrating as hell that he was the one boy who showed zero interest in me. I put out like a champ in those days. The girls of Coyote Buttes all did. It was the thing to do, to gain the interest of boys, and sadly for us, to get beer and food.

Brian Sicily was the only boy who didn’t attempt to get into my pants. Maybe he wasn’t even a Coyote Buttes sort of boy, because he actually went to college and wound up working in some civil servant job in Cottonwood. But it always made me feel unlovable, unattractive, and undesirable. Brian Sicily had no interest in me, but I’m pretty sure he at least made out with Maddy.

That feeling had really stuck with me. It got worse living at Bihari because I knew none of those men were interested in me as a person, romantically. The sex was all routine, part of a ritual. Now? I wanted more than ever for Knoxie to want me as an individual, because of who I was. I could maybe draw him in by giving him pleasure. It’s a normal human need, pleasure. And Knoxie deserved it, for helping me selflessly, without expecting anything in return.

Plus, he was banging hot.

I had never felt washboard abs like that. Bihari men were flabby, soft, even the men who worked in the fields. They got farmer tans. Shirtless, they looked like they were wearing a white T-shirt, their pasty arms red below the sleeve line. Knoxie’s abs were corrugated like cardboard, hard as granite. His leather belt was worn, the pewter buckle heavy. I was an expert at unbuckling them one handed. With my other hand I massaged his long, thick penis. I could tell he wore boxer briefs by the freedom of movement the cock had under his tight 501 jeans. I squeezed the hell out of that fat prick, and my pussy actually clenched with need. I didn’t know it could do that, but I rolled with it.

His beautiful topaz eyes drooped at the corners.

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