Free In the Moment: Part One by Rachael Orman Page B

flashing across the street before returning to me.
    “Listen, I don’t care if you are gay, and I’m not going to tell anyone if that’s what you are worried about,” I uttered the first thing that popped into my head.
    “That’s not what I’m worried about. And I’m not gay.” He sniffed and shrugged as if it was no big deal.
    “Okay, well then whatever you are. I won’t say anything about it, but you can’t do it again.” I crossed my arms over my chest, wishing I had stood instead so I wouldn’t feel so trapped.
    “Hey, not my fault you left the door unlocked. I simply took advantage of the free space.” He smiled, showing me his dimples as he crossed his arms over his chest.
    “Okay, well, I’ll start making sure I lock the door.” The fact he had no respect for me or the bar pissed me off, so I couldn’t help but add, “Then you’ll have to find somewhere else to take the men who suck your dick.”
    “I. Am. Not. Gay.” He dropped his arms and stepped closer to me, pushing the door open wider. “I just needed to get off, and he was there.”
    “Sure. Whatever you say,” I scoffed.
    His hands moved quicker than I could follow and were buried in my hair, yanking me out of the car and up against his firm, hot body. I didn’t feel the blistering cold wind, instead I only felt the heat coming from his bare torso under the leather vest.
    He was kissing me.
    The fact that he went from practically growling at me to having his lips pressed against mine caused every other thought to vanish. All I could feel was his body against mine, his hands in my hair, his tongue pushing into my mouth.
    I brought my hands up and shoved against his chest as hard as I could. He didn’t move though so I clamped my lips shut as hard as I could and tried to step on his foot.
    “What on earth are you doing?” he asked finally pulling back from me.
    “No, what are you doing? You don’t just yank someone to you and start trying to kiss them!” I pushed at his chest again.
    “Why not? You wanted it.” He shrugged and dropped his hands from my hair.
    “What? Where did you get that idea?” I threw up my hands in confusion.
    “Every woman wants me,” he said as if there was no doubt in his mind.
    “Nope. Not all of them. I don’t,” I denied. He might be damn good looking, but that didn’t make up for kissing me not long after I caught a man giving him head. It just didn’t. That’s not the kind of woman I was. Men had to earn my kisses, not steal them.
    “Liar.” He laughed, stepping back from me. “And for your information, I’m not gay. I’m bi. It’s not the same. I’m an equal opportunity fucker — no discrimination here babe.”
    “Wow, that really makes me want to go wash my mouth out with bleach. So romantic. Who knows where your lips have been.” I wiped my arm across my mouth for emphasis.
    “I’m clean baby. I make sure of that. Always use protection and get tested. Don’t need little me’s running around all over the place.” He showed me those damn dimples again.
    “Oh, yes, that is much better.” I scoffed and slid back onto my seat. “If you’ll excuse me now, I have to get home and take a hot shower to wash you off me.”
    “Sure. I’ll be seeing you.” He winked before shutting my door and walking away.
    Rubbing a hand over my face, I sighed. I refused to admit that his cockiness, his forcefulness turned me on. It really wasn’t sexy for a man to be so damn confident, then again he was probably right about practically every red blooded female wanting him. There was just something about him.
     

 
     
    Chapter 2
     
     
     
    Adam
     
    Ace was driving me insane. He was cool to hang out with, but I wasn’t in his motorcycle club and really every time we hung out the conversation turned to sexual topics but never sex or anything that led to getting release. I would find somewhere else to get my release, but damn, I wanted Ace again. The one night we’d had together had