The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(37)
“Me too, but my bike needs some work, it’s been sitting in a storage locker while I’ve been gone. We could grab something and take it back to your place if you don’t mind sharing your garage.”
Rebecca nodded, but she couldn’t believe her ears. Hull was back, and he was talking to her like an old friend, and he wanted to come use her tools. They got the parts they needed and then rode over to a small burger place, taking a couple of greasy paper bags back to her place. She opened the garage door, and they rolled the bikes out into the Sun, where they ate and worked at the same time. Their conversation was easy, like two old friends touching base.
“So what happened with the Navy?”
The fit man shrugged. He was bent over his bike, a few fries sticking out of his mouth. He chewed them and swallowed before answering. “It wasn’t what I wanted to do forever. I put in my time, felt like I should go.”
“Back to the world of motorcycles, huh?”
“It’s more than just that; you know it. The club… the club my father was a big part of… I want to steer it back to the right path. Since Jason’s been running the show… I don’t know, I’ve only been back a few days, but some people aren’t happy.”
That was a fair enough assessment. The club had always done well in the area, and they made a lot of money doing bad things, but Jason had seemed to take to being a boss as if he needed to entertain people. Everything was big, flashy. He brought attention down on The Hammers, attention they didn’t need.
They spent some hours working on the bikes and talking. It was almost as if no time had passed at all, even though it had been five years since they last saw one another.
A little after six Weasel came by, and he and Hull took a few minutes getting reacquainted. Then the fat man loaded his bike onto the back of his truck and drove off.
“Well, I guess I can call it a night,” Hull said, wiping his hands on an old rag as Rebecca pulled the garage door down and locked it. “Mind if I wash my hands?”
“No, come on in,” Rebecca said, leading the way. “You remember where the bathroom is?”
She turned to look at Hull, expecting him to be heading towards the bathroom, but instead, he was standing directly behind her. She went to speak, but he leaned forward, placing his hands on her hips and bending so that he could kiss her.
She shut her eyes and parted her lips to his tongue. He explored her mouth, and he tasted like the mint gum he was almost always chewing. She wrapped her arms around him, without even meaning to do it.
The kiss broke, and Rebecca opened her eyes. The man she had once loved was looking down at her.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.”
“It’s fine,” Rebecca said. She went to step back, but he caught her by the arms and pulled her close. They kissed again. Rebecca didn’t know what she was doing; she knew that she shouldn’t be kissing the man who had joined the Navy just to get away from her, the man she had crushed, the man who had a broken heart because of her, but she couldn’t stop herself. So she did kiss him, and her hands travelled along his back as his slid up from her hips, taking her shirt up with them.
They broke their kiss long enough for her to pull the shirt over her head, and then they were kissing again, with Rebecca in only her jeans and a bra. She placed her hands on Hull’s stomach, reaching under his shirt. His abs were hard and defined. His hands were on her back, but one slid around to her chest, his fingertips brushing along her soft skin until he was at her bra. He groped her, her nipple hard and pushing against his palm. His finger hooked into the top of her bra cup and pulled it down, freeing one of her breasts, large and pale with a dark red areola.
His fingers found her nipple, pinching and rolling it softly between his thumb and index finger. He broke the kiss next, lowering his head so that he could kiss her exposed breast, planting a series of small kisses around her nipple before finally he was done teasing her, and his lips brushed against her nipple before they parted and his tongue snaked out, the tip flicking back and forth over the sensitive nub.
Rebecca tilted her head back and groaned, her eyes shut. Her hand found the back of his head, rubbing there atop his buzzed hair. He sucked on her nipple steadily but softly, pulling and pinching it with his teeth as his tongue worked its magic. Hull ground his hips forward so that his pelvis rubbed against hers, and the young woman felt his hard cock, trapped by his shorts, yearning to get out.
Soon her other breast was out, her bra tugged down but still on, and his lips were there, sucking on the newly freed nipple. Rebecca bent, careful not to break Hull’s hold on her breasts, and she reached down and felt his rigid member through his shorts. He responded by grinding forward again, against her palm. She gripped him, flexing her thin fingers around his cock. He pulled away from her breasts, and she knelt down before she could stop herself, sitting on her knees just inside the foyer. She reached up to the man’s fly and undid his zipper. Hull helped her, unbuttoning his shorts and pushing them down along with his boxers. His cock sprang forward, large and throbbing, the base disappearing in a bush of wiry pubic hair.
Rebecca took his cock in her hand, gave it a soft squeeze, and Hull moaned. She smiled up to him, and he looked down to her.
“Suck it,” he said, and the young beautiful woman did just that.
She leaned forward, parting her lips as she did so. His hard member sliding past her lips. She went slowly, using her tongue to tease him, sliding it back and forth on the sensitive underside of his cock.