Old School (A Bad Boy Biker Romance)

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to it, which I guess you could mistake for German, cos they speak German there sometimes. So I see where you're coming from Lola," he said. I laughed at his spinelessness and Lola scowled. Tom didn't hang around much longer and dashed away to get our drinks.
     
    "What a weenie," I said. Lola's scowl intensified for a minute and I thought that I was really in trouble, but then her lips began to tremble. Her whole body followed and soon she had burst into peels of laughter. She had a good laugh.
    "Oh Vince," she chuckled, "You're such a dumb ass." She said it affectionately. I drank the rest of my beer.
     
    Lola
     
    So, I was not the biggest girl in the world. I was shorter than most thirteen-year-olds and I could still buy shoes in the kids section if I wanted to. Yes, I had nice big boobs and a fantastic butt but I had a tiny frame. Girls with tiny frames should not have five strawberry daiquiris in two hours. At least, that was what I learned on my date with Vince. It wasn't a date though. It was just very similar to a date. I couldn't quite get it straight in my head.
    Vince chugged back a lot of those fancy Belgian beers pretty fast too, but he was bigger and could take more. By the time we left the bar I was walking funny and slurring my words a little bit, but Vince didn't seem to notice. I was pretty good at pretending that I was less drunk than I was. It was one of my few talents in life.
    The cold air hit me like a punch in the stomach and I suddenly could feel the alcohol in my system even more than I could when we were inside the bar. Still, I kept my composure and Vince was none the wiser.
     
    "You know it's funny," I said, as clearly as I could, "I really thought that you would put the moves on me tonight, Vincent."
    Vince laughed at me.
     
    "Vincent? Who are you, my mother? And why would I put the moves on you? I'm a gentleman, remember?" he said. Suddenly he was looking down at me and I was looking up at him and every brain cell in my head was telling me not to kiss him but I did it anyway. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close to me, pressing my body against his and pushing my tongue into his mouth. He pulled away for a minute, obviously surprised.
     
    "Public displays of affection aren't really my thing," he said softly, "Why don't we get out of here?" "Yeah, let's do that!" I exclaimed.
    I managed to pull myself off of him just long enough to let him call us a cab. I kept insisting that I wanted to go on his bike but Vince told me that he was in no condition to drive.
     
    "Oh well, next time," I said, and I could have sword that the color drained from his face just a little bit. I couldn't understand this guy at all but right now I didn't care about that. All I wanted was to get fucked like I had the last night, only this time I wouldn't leave so quickly. This time I would go for round two, and round three and round four if he could take it. It would be awesome.
     
    I made sure to tell him all this when we were making out in the alleyway next to the bar while we waited for our taxi to arrive. He laughed at me again and told me that my lips tasted like strawberries tonight.
    "You taste like beer!" I said. Then our cab pulled up.
     
    I had never felt so uninhibited in my life. The cabbie tried to strike up a conversation with Vince but I soon put a stop to that. I hopped onto his lap and began to grind against him while kissing his neck. I could feel him get hard underneath me almost instantly. If the cab hadn't arrived at Vince's house as quickly as it did then I probably would have let him fuck me right there and then. I managed to keep some small shred of dignity, however, and waited until we got inside.
     
    Vince took my hand and took me through the front door. Normally I would have marveled at all the ridiculously decadent rooms that we had to pass through to get to his bedroom, but tonight I didn't care. Tonight all I wanted was to feel that soft bed underneath my naked body

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