Love, Lex (13 page)

“Shit!”

“Problem?” He asked tweaking the thick tip in my direction.

“No, Officer.” I smiled and sat up on the bike. Grabbing his
balls with one hand, I rolled the condom over the tip of his fat dick with the
other.

There was no flippin’ way this hunk of Ford was going inside
of me, while on this bike, without my bum popping both of its wheels off. I
didn’t know if I wanted to mount him and ride him across country like Marianne
did in
Girl on a Motorbike
or make a run for it back to the Sherry
Netherland.

“I’ll be gentle.” He leaned in to kiss me.

Instinctively my hands came up on his sculpted chest.

He pressed his cock between my legs, but waited.

“Look at me, Lex.” he said. “I want those beautiful,
gem-like eyes on mine the entire time I’m inside you. Understand?”

I nodded. My mouth felt dry and itchy.
God, I’m nervous.

“There’s one question of yours I haven’t answered.” Slowly a
bit of his cock slid into my heat.

“Ohhh Ford, that feels—”

Then he stopped without filling me up. “I’m going to be
straight with you, about that curvy girl question. Then you’re gonna be
straight with me about what I wanna know.” He reached down and tapped his cock
between my wet folds.

“Fine. Yes.” My nails dug into the leather seat. “Tell me.”

“I love curvy girls, always have, always will.” His hands,
callous and rough, slid over my body. He leaned up and suckled my nipples for a
while. His cock still teased my folds. Every inch of this man stimulated me.
“See I have a theory…”

“Huh? A curvy girl theory.”

“Yup. Your body is like my bike here. I get excited just by
touching your skin as I do when I sit on my bike.”

“Keep on…touching.”

“And when I have my bike between my legs, no one can take
her for a ride but me. I own her. I can take her as fast as I wanna go.”

“That’s because you’re a cop.”

“The law has nothing to do with how I feel when I’m on my
bike. Every time I ride her, I make love to her. She takes care of me, and I
take care of her.”

“I see.”

“Her body is designed for comfort, speed, and love.” He
spoke about it all so casually. “And so is yours.”

“I like this theory.”

He slid in more and moaned. “We’re almost there. I’m going
to let you suck my dick into you, the rest of the way. Once I’m in, nice and
deep, I’m then going to ask you my question. Okay, birthday girl?”

Ford had lost his mind.
Forreals.
I looked around. I
wasn’t in jail, or on the side of the road. I was in his garage.

“Pull me. Come on. You got it.” He grunted.

Believe it or not, I’d heard about this thing called Kegel
exercises from Blake. Apparently he’d talked about it with Mrs. Pringle, our
gym teacher.

Contracting my cunt muscles, I brought Ford’s home into me
as his thickness fucked me deeper and deeper. I glanced up at his wide smile.
His eyes were drunk with bliss.

He held on to my shoulders and thrust once, then twice. That
was when the sparks started happening all at once. Every part of me was on
fire. He dropped his head and kissed me.

Then he pulled out.

WTF.

“You ain’t getting anymore.”

“The hell you say, Ford.” I grabbed onto his shaft, trying
my hardest to shove him back inside me. I felt vulnerable, empty without him
there. He had to finish. He must.

“My turn for a question,” Ford demanded. His hands cupped my
breasts as I sat up glaring at him.

Shit, I knew what he’d ask me. This birthday bliss had been
so short lived. “Go ahead.”

“Did Birdie cover for you and the girls?” He gently pinched
at my nipples.

“Does it matter who did what?”

“Bad birthday girl,” he said, flicking one breast and then
the other.

This was getting me off. Can you believe it? The control.
His desire for right and wrong. Ford’s control over my body. I loved this. “If
I tell you the truth will you go back to what you were doing?”

“Trust me, I will.” He pounded into me, one hand on my hip,
the other pinching my flippin’ clit. “Is this what you want?” 

I could barely talk as he plunged. The walls of my vagina
tightened. Holding onto the bike and him at the same time for dear life, I
admit I’m utterly terrified and also completely exhilarated. I’d wanted to tell
him the truth all along.

“Yes, Birdie lied. I’m sorry. I lied too.” My feelings were
jumbled. I started to climax. “Oh my, I’m—”

“Come all over my cock,” he demanded.

“This is so fucked up.” Sparks inside of me turned to waves
of ecstasy, and I panted, “I’m coming.”

“Me too,” he arched his back. Inside of me, his erection
pulsated, packing that latex. Shorter in stride, becoming quicker, he pounded
till every drop of his excitement released. 

Everything came to a stop when he pulled out, tossed his
condom in the trash, gave me a hand off the bike, and said, “Get dressed. I’m
taking you in to accept your punishment.”

“In?” Did he mean like into the police station? Was he going
to arrest me again? I picked up my underwear from the floor and put them on.

“You have two choices, Lex,” he spoke in an authoritative
tone. It was as if I’d been splashed by ice-water. He zipped up his pants.

“You pigtard,” I shouted at him. I didn’t mean it but I was
so pissed off. Putting my t-shirt back on, I said, “I knew this, you, the idea
of us, was too good to be true.”

“Don’t get nasty with me. I haven’t told you what the
choices are yet.”

“Screw you.” I stepped into my overalls. “I’m outta here.” I
punched the garage door opener to leave realizing Vive was always right. These
cops could never be trusted.

The door started to inch open.

He grabbed my wrists and cuffed me. Then he pushed the
garage opener, and it closed.

“Don’t test me, Miss Easton.”

“What are my two choices?” My eyes started to tear up.

“One, you turn yourself in and tell the judge that you and
your mom lied. That’ll be a big mess for the both of you. Tons of legal trouble
and we’ll probably never talk to one another again.” His face darkened grimly. 

“Or?” I hated the sound of that.

“Two, seeing as how I’m single, live alone, and love curvy
girls, I want you to live out my biggest fantasy.”

“Why should I?”

“We just lived out yours. Didn’t we?”

“What are you talkin’ about?”

“When I pulled you over on the FDR and your mind went off
into la-la land, what were you dreaming about?”

“Nothing.”

“Remember, if you lie to me, there’ll be hell to pay.”

“You fucking me on a motorcycle.”

“I thought so.”

“What’s your fantasy?” I asked, pulling on the straps of my
overalls.

“Me taking you to a place I’ve always wanted to go.”

“Upstairs?” I said, looking around.

“Nope. It’ll require your passport.” 

I gasped. “For how long?”

“I’m off work for the next four days.”

“No.” I didn’t know him well enough. Heck I didn’t know him
at all. But I did just give him my Lady V. It might be nice to go on a real
date and get to know him better.

“You’ll sleep in bed with me, bathe with me, and spend every
minute of the day with me.”

“Maybe,” I said, feeling my lips curve into a smile. I liked
the sound of that. I kept thinking back to what he’d said moments ago about his
love for curvy girls. How could I pass this up? “Where?”

“Paris. We leave tonight on the last flight out.” Ford eyed
me warmly. He knew I my plans were cancelled. He must’ve. It was on the news
that my friends and I had plans to leave the country.

How would it look if I went to Paris, tonight?

I didn’t care. Mom was in rehab. Dad would be gone a few
days getting her situated. Vive still needed time to cool off. And I needed
Ford. I wanted to wake up in his arms, and learn more about him. “Deal!”

I got my
l’amour
with Officer Ford
Alessandro-Vollero-Gotti. We rented a room overlooking the Champs-Élysées. We
ate chocolate cake for breakfast every morning and I said goodbye to Lady V
over and over again.

Taddy landed the magazine gig. Vive, Blake, and I were
joining her in the Caribbean. Let’s face it, Taddy Brill and modeling didn’t
exactly gel together. She was gorgeous but none of us wanted to pose for some
silly photo shoot. Regardless, Taddy needs the money for her college tuition,
and she wasn’t taking any handouts. We’d all tried to give her money, and she
refused. I admired that about her.

Before heading to the airport, I wrote Birdie a letter on
pretty stationary from the Sherry Netherland. It read:

Mom,

Dad says your therapy is working and that you’re doing
great. Yay! Before returning to Tokyo, we spent a few days together. He met
Ford, the guy that I went to France with and am now officially dating. Dad
liked him and invited us to Japan for Christmas.

College starts soon. Can you believe it? I’m nervous. I’m
excited. I’m off to the Caribbean. Thank you for getting Taddy the modeling
contract.

You and I have a long road ahead in mending our
mother-daughter relationship. Dad shared with me that your substance abuse was
more than pot and booze, but pills and other things. My heart hurts for you.
Please for Daddy, me, and yourself, get better. I’ll be waiting for you Mommy
when you get out. 

Love, Lex

PS, Yesterday, Ford and I took my new motorbike that
Daddy bought me for a ride. You’ll never guess who we passed, peddling his BMX
bike on Madison Avenue. Kelle! Seems his DUI conviction cost him his Ferrari.
Hahaha.

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