Hate the Player: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romantic Comedy(93)

“So, this red wig is for me?”

He nods.

“Is this your way of telling me you have a thing for redheads, Andy?”

“This is my way of telling you I have a thing for Birdie Harrises,” he answers, and it makes my heart do weird things inside my chest.

But I breathe past the strong sensation and slide the wig over my head.

A mullet-wearing Andrew hands me a helmet, and I add that to the mix, carefully pulling it over my redhead disguise.

Then two matching black leather jackets are added to our ensemble, and with a strong hand, he helps me onto the back of the bike.

“Hold tight, firecracker,” he instructs over his shoulder, and I wrap my arms around his trim waist. “Because we’re about to have some fast fucking fun.”

The engine rumbles to life, and Andrew slowly guides the bike out of the alleyway and through the parking lot.

Once we hit the main road, he opens up the throttle, and a rush of excitement falls straight into my belly.

The air turns cool against the exposed skin of my neck and hands.

Streetlights pass by us in an almost blur.

And the only sounds filling my ears are the rumble of the engine, the whoosh of the wind, and the soft noises of my muffled breaths inside the helmet.

It feels like freedom and peace.

It feels good. Just Andrew and me, without a care in the world, driving through the streets of downtown Memphis.

I grip his waist tighter when he merges onto the highway, and I simply enjoy the way it feels to fly through the night.

I don’t know how long we drive, but it feels like hours and no time at all.

Eventually, though, as he switches highways and the lights of downtown Memphis shimmer like a beacon ahead of us, he hops off an exit ramp and pulls into a gas station.

“Gotta fill up, sweetheart,” he says as he cuts the engine in front of a pump and pops down the kickstand. He slides his helmet off his head and flashes a smirk in my direction. “Otherwise, Paulie will be pissed at me.”

“I guess I’ll run in and use the ladies’ room, then.” I hold out my hand, and he helps me off the bike. But when I attempt to take off my helmet, the damn wig gets tangled in the visor and comes off with it too. “Shit.”

Carefully, I try to untangle it from the visor, but the stupid wig just turns into more of a mess.

“Having a little trouble, firecracker?” he asks, smirking down at me.

“Uh…ya think?” I hold up the helmet and wig with one hand and put the other defiant hand to my hip.

Once he puts the pump in the tank and starts to fill up, he takes the helmet from my hands. “Well, shit, Birdie. How in the hell did you manage this?”

“I don’t freaking know!” I toss both of my hands in the air. “I think you should’ve gotten me a shorter wig or something. The damn thing got all tangled from the wind.”

He flashes a knowing, playful grin in my direction. “You’re blaming this on me now?”

“Well, if the shoe fits, buddy…” I pause, and his grin turns downright sinful.

My helmet and wig set down on the bike, he reaches out with two strong arms and pulls me tight to his chest. “Goddamn, you’re a sassy little thing, aren’t you?” he whispers against my mouth. “You have no idea how fucking crazy it makes me.”

His lips to mine, he presses a slow, deep, insanely addictive kiss to my mouth, and my knees feel like buckling.

Christ. This man can kiss.

“Prepare yourself, firecracker,” he whispers against my pliant mouth. “The instant we get back to the hotel, I’m going to have my wicked way with you.”

Oh, yes please.





Andrew



Like that Roy Orbison song, I drove all night.

But only, it was better.

I wasn’t alone on that bike, driving through downtown Memphis and cruising on the highways surrounding the city. With her hands wrapped around my waist, her chest pressed against my back, and her thighs straddling my hips, Birdie was right there with me.

When the clock struck three and the feel of her tight little body wrapped around me had driven me to the brink of madness, I parked the bike outside of our hotel, tossed her over my shoulder, and carried her to her room.

I couldn’t bother with worrying about who saw us.

I just…had to get inside her.

Thankfully, she felt the same way.

The instant the door shut behind us, she attacked me with hot kisses and greedy hands removing both of our clothes.

We tumbled to the bed, and I didn’t waste any time sliding my cock inside her.

Fuck. She feels so good.

She moans, and I push myself deeper, savoring the vision of her gorgeous naked body beneath me.

“More,” she whispers through a whimper, and I have no problem obliging her demands.

In and out, in and out, I pick up a delicious rhythm, and her perfect pussy tightens around me, the pleasure already beginning to take hold of her.

Goddamn. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this.

I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her.

When I look down at her, searching the depths of dark brown, it becomes glaringly clear that I’ll never get enough of this woman.

And that realization makes me feel crazed with need.

Moving up onto my knees, I grip her thighs in both hands and thrust hard, going as deep as I can go.