Attraction: (A Temptation Series Stand-alone) (The Temptation Series Book 4) (27 page)

‘Come on, come check out my big unit.’

I laughed. ‘How big is it?’

‘You tell me.’ Derek stepped up to the peephole and peered
into it from his end. His magnified face had me laughing again. ‘Baby, I want
you to ride my bike. I want to feel you behind me, wrapped around me and
clenching me tight. I promise I’ll keep you safe.’

‘Just ride his bike, Carly. Fuck! If you don’t, then I
will,’ Lib groaned, then walked off to the kitchen.

Letting out a defeated breath, I grabbed the handle of the
door and opened it. Derek took a second to look me up and down and then smiled,
taking in my skinny jeans, black knee-high leather boots, thick cashmere
sweater, scarf and leather jacket.

‘You were always going to ride with me, weren’t you?’ he
asked with a smile.

I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him to me.
‘No.’

‘Sure. Whatever you say.’

Leaning forward, I brushed my lips to his. ‘When it comes to
riding, I’m always in charge. I ride how I want and when I want. And don’t you
forget it.’

***

I’m not submissive. I don’t conform. I do what I want, not
what someone else wants. I’m always in control.

‘Oh, shit! Wait!’ I said in a panic before Derek put my
helmet on.

He ignored me, pushed it onto my head and opened the visor.
‘What?’

‘How will you hear me if I need to talk to you?’

‘I won’t. You will need to tap my leg three times if you
want me to pull over.’

I nodded. ‘Oh, okay.’

‘Carly, don’t nod. I’m trying to do your bloody helmet up,’
he explained with a smidgen of frustration.

‘Sorry.’

Derek placed his hands on the sides of my helmet and held my
gaze. ‘Hey, don’t be nervous. Just remember what I told you: wait until I’m
ready for you to get on the bike; never pull on my arms or shoulders; try not
to bump my helmet with yours; lean into the corners with me; press your tits
into my back; and hold the fuck on.’

‘Okay,’ I nodded again.

His face lit up with excitement. ‘Good. You’re gonna love
it.’

‘Don’t bet on it,’ I grumbled.

Winking before smacking my visor down, he added, ‘We’ll
see.’

Derek mounted the bike and positioned himself before indicating
I get on behind him. Placing my hand on his shoulder, I stepped up onto the peg
and swung my leg over the bike, settling into his back and bear-hugging him
tightly.
Tits in the back. Tits in the back. Hold the fuck on.

I tapped his abdomen twice — like he’d told me to — to indicate
I was ready and, revving the engine a couple of times, he put the red Ducati
Superbike into gear and took off.

Oh my god, I’m gonna die.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Willpower is having the strength of will and determination
to refrain from doing something difficult. It’s the art of restraint,
self-discipline and control. It’s also the art form I had to draw upon in order
to avoid shitting my pants as I endured moments of terror while riding bitch on
Derek’s bike.

If it weren’t for the delectable fact that I could squeeze
the sexy fucker with not only my arms but also my legs, I sure as hell would
not be getting back on that two-wheeled machine of death. There was nothing
super about a superbike.

Derek took me bowling, where I proved to him that I was just
as dangerous with a ten-pound weighted ball containing three fingerholes as I
was with a pot of boiling rice. And already, after just one game, I’d managed
to break a nail, start the process of a nice purple bruise on my arse and fail
in my attempt to rock a pair of hideous bowling shoes. I also knocked more pins
down in the aisles beside me than I had in my own.

‘Never again!’ I stated resolutely, removing the maroon,
navy and white block-styled bowling shoes from my feet with disgust.

‘Seriously, who the fuck designed these?’ I asked,
presenting them to Derek. ‘It’s criminal.’

‘Bowling is not supposed to be a fashion show,’ he answered
while tying up his black boots.

‘Everything is supposed to be a fashion show,’ I deadpanned.

‘So, where do you want to go next?’ he asked.

A small devious smile crept across my face. ‘Coles.’

Derek paused in the zipping of his jacket and gave me an
unsure look. ‘Coles? What for?’

‘I’ve run out of mint sauce,’ I quickly explained.

‘Fair enough,’ he murmured. He went to go and take our bowling
shoes back to the counter, but then turned back around to face me. ‘Hang the
fuck on, Carly, we’ve discussed this. I’m not rubbing mint sauce on my cock.’

‘No, of course you are not. I am.’

Shaking his head, he walked away. ‘Ain’t gonna happen,
baby.’

***

The second stint on the ‘stupidbike’ was not as bad as the
first, albeit still scary as hell. As I clung to Derek like shit to a shovel, I
noticed us cruise past the nearby Coles store. ‘Hey,’ I complained, my protest
falling on deaf ears due to the fact he couldn’t hear me.

I tapped his leg three times, but he ignored it and kept
riding. So I tapped again, letting him know that I wanted to stop.

Derek pulled into a service lane and stopped outside a group
of shops. He placed his feet down to balance the bike, lifted his visor and
turned his head. ‘What? Are you all right?’

I lifted my visor and glared at him. ‘You drove past Coles.’

‘You stopped me for that?’ he asked with a trace of
annoyance, yet a hint of smugness.

‘Don’t brush me off, Derek. I want mint sauce.’

‘Get off the bike, Carly.’

‘What?’ I asked, shocked.

He chuckled. ‘Get off the bike. We’re here.’

Dumbfounded, I looked around, recognising the group of shops
that we had parked in front of. There was a twenty-four hour gym, a wholesale
food distributor and Sexyland.

Smiling boldly, I swung my leg over the bike and dismounted.
‘Awesome!’

Derek kicked the stand down, removed his helmet, then
wrapped his arm around my shoulder. ‘Come on. Let’s go shopping,’ he said with
an over-exaggerated thrill, mimicking a teenage girl.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

As we walked into the store, we were greeted by a sales
staff member. ‘Good evening, welcome to Sexy— Carly! How you been, girl?’ she
exclaimed excitedly.

‘Hey, Cynthia. Bit quiet tonight, huh?’ I called back.

She sighed with disappointment. ‘Yeah. Where are all the
Carlys of the world?’

Leaning into my side, Derek whispered in my ear. ‘I take it
you’ve been here before.’

I glided my arm down his back and found the pocket of his
jeans where I slid my hand in and happily squeezed his arse. ‘This is my second
home.’

‘Who’s the stud?’ Cynthia asked, smiling impressively as she
eye-fucked Derek.

‘This is my piece of man-caramel, Derek. Derek, this is
Cynthia, my friendly erotic object sales technician.’

‘Nice to meet you, Derek. Is there anything in particular I
can help you with tonight?’ she asked.

‘Yeah, Carly needs a substitute for mint sauce, something
that won’t burn my cock.’

I gasped and removed my hand from his arse-pocket, placing
it on my hip. ‘You sneaky little fuckcake.’

‘Baby, I’ve told you before, I’m all about compromise.’

‘We have mint flavoured oral gel,’ Cynthia explained. ‘I
personally haven’t tried it, but the raspberry flavour is nice.’ She shrugged
her shoulders.

Still glaring at Derek, I spoke in Cynthia’s direction.
‘Show me.’

‘Just this way,’ she instructed happily. ‘Oh, Carls, I have
to show you these nipple clamps. They came in last week. So good,’ she rattled
off as she led the way.

We stopped by a shelf of bottles, where Cynthia picked one
up and handed it to me. ‘Here, mint flavoured oral gel,
bon appétit
.’

I scrunched up my nose as I turned it around, scrutinising
it disapprovingly. It looked minty, displayed a picture of a mint leaf and it
was also green just like mint sauce.

Shrugging my shoulders, I decided to give it a try. ‘Yeah,
all right, I guess we can give it a go,’ I said, turning to Derek but finding
that I was talking to myself.

‘Cockrings,’ Cynthia informed. ‘He’s over at the cockrings.
God, Carly, that man is a keeper.’

I passed the gel back to Cynthia and craned my neck to find
him staring inquisitively at something before him — his perplexed expression
making me giggle. Sauntering up behind him, I threaded my hands across his
lower abdomen and dropped one of them for a quick grope.

Reaching forward with my other hand, I picked up one of the
packets. ‘You like Diablo, do you?’

‘It’s a fucking devil on a jelly-looking donut. And it goes
around your cock like some piece of kinky jewellery,’ he said, clearly
impressed.

‘I know. They’re great. You want one?’

‘Add it to the cart,’ he said with a flick of his head.
‘What else do you want?’

Laughing, I let him go and surveyed the shop. ‘I think I
have it all already.’

‘Why does this not surprise me?’ Derek stopped by the kink
section and picked up a crop. ‘You got one of these?’

‘Yep.’

‘Noted. How ’bout one of these?’ he asked, picking up a
flogger.

‘Yep, but the tails on my one aren’t that long,’ I
explained, running my fingers through the leather tassels.

‘Here you go, Carls. Check these out,’ Cynthia said, placing
a packet of vibrating nipple clamps in my hand. ‘There’s no chain or wire. They
run off batteries and have two different vibration settings.’ She stepped
back, displaying an impressed expression.

I pursed my lips in deliberation. ‘They are a bit big. You
couldn’t wear them out and about.’

‘Na, solely for home play.’

‘How much?’ I asked.

‘$24.95. Honestly, they are a bargain at that price,’
Cynthia said with a convincing smile.

I passed them back to her together with the cockring. ‘Okay,
you’ve never let me down before.’

‘A cock moulding kit, really?’ Derek asked, holding up a
box.

‘Yeah, they are very popular. That’s a really a good one,
too,’ Cynthia advised while giving me a suggestive look. I caught her drift,
but unfortunately, Derek did as well.

He put the box back on the shelf. ‘No fucking way. Forget
it. Okay, are we done? I think we are done.’ Derek then walked over to the
counter, ready to pay.

Cynthia giggled and started scanning our items. ‘You got
your loyalty card?’ she asked me.

I fished through my purse, pulling out my loyalty card. I’m
very fucking loyal. ‘Yep, here you go.’

Cynthia scanned my card and happily handed it back. ‘You
have enough loyalty points to get the cock moulding kit if you’d like.’

‘She’s not getting the kit,’ Derek stated absolutely.

‘You can’t tell me what I can and can’t buy,’ I retorted.

‘Yeah? Well, whose cock are you going to mould? Not mine.’

I narrowed my eyes at him, then turned back to Cynthia.

‘Don’t worry,’ she joked as she handed our items over in a
plastic bag. ‘I can always order one in if we run out.’

I winked at her. ‘No worries, I’ll keep that in mind.’

Derek thanked her and took the bag before I could grab it.
‘No, you won’t.’

***

As we walked in the front door of my house, Sasha, as per
usual, came barrelling toward us.

‘Sashy girl,’ I squealed, squatting down ready for her
assault.

Bracing for impact, I was shocked — and a little jealous —
when my golden pup bypassed me completely, instead launching her fluffy arse
into Derek’s arms.
What the fuck?

‘Hello, my favourite blonde,’ he said as she lashed him with
her tongue.

I gave them both an are-you-fucking-kidding-me look.

Sasha ignored me but Derek corrected himself with a chuckle.
‘Favourite four-legged blonde.’

‘Sasha, you little traitor,’ I said angrily. ‘And you,’ I
pointed to Derek. ‘I’ll remember that.’

I stood back up and sulkily stomped into my room, swinging
the door behind me and nearly collecting the two of them in the process.

‘I think your mummy is a little jealous, Sasha,’ he mumbled
behind me.
Pfft, jealousy is for the insecure. I’m secure with all that is
me.

Making my way over to Rico’s tank, I peered inside. ‘My
loyal and loving Mexican walking fish, how has your day been so far?’ I asked
with over-enthusiastic praise. ‘Who’s a cute axolotl?’ I cooed. His red gills
fanned and he smiled.
Yes, Rico smiles.

Derek walked up behind me with Sasha still draped across his
arms as if she belonged nowhere else.

I ignored them and grabbed Rico’s food pellets, twisting the
cap and tapping some into his tank. ‘Are you hungry, buddy?

‘You do realise you are talking to him like a baby, don’t
you?’ Derek stated.

‘Rico is my baby,’ I snapped, stepping to the side and giving
Derek the cold shoulder.

I watched via the reflection in the tank as he placed Sasha
down on my bed and gave her a belly scratch, smiling cockily toward me while
she lay there and lapped it up.

You arrogant arse!

Turning back around, I fired him another dirty look and then
awkwardly removed my boots, hopping around the room like a moron due to
forgetting to brace myself on something. After finally wrestling them off my
feet, I tossed them into my wardrobe with a childish show of stubbornness.

‘Problem?’ he asked, amusement staining his face with
satisfaction.

I wrenched down the zip of my jacket and widened my eyes.
‘Nope.’

‘I take it you always undress with such anger then?’

‘Yep,’ I mocked.

Locking my eyes on his, I belligerently unbuttoned my jeans
and pulled them down, stepping out of them and kicking them into the corner of
my room. I then sarcastically smiled at him and yanked off my socks.

Now standing before him in only my G-string and singlet top,
I went to undo the braid in my hair.