Wanting

Harley

Rick drove like the devil himself was chasing us, and I loved every second of it. The roar of the engine, the sharp corners, the way the force of the speed pushed me hard into my seat. He kept the windows down, and the wind ripped strands of my hair out of its bun, sending some pieces into my mouth. I let out a gleeful cry as Rick geared down and punched it.

The car launched forward and hit top speeds.

The thrill of it all had my heart racing. Not only was Rick Thomas sitting beside me, but we were approaching my apartment, and I was fairly certain that I was going to be bold and invite him up.

I was tired of missing my chances with him, tired of wishing I’d done things differently. Tonight, I was going to get what I wanted.

Him.

All of him. In my bed. Under me. On top of me. All around me. Inside me.

God yes.

Rick slowed the car down when we approached the more populated streets around my apartment building. He took a right and then a left, and before I knew it, we were pullin