Captain Swan - Falling for the Bad Boy

Chapter 7

The ride to the bar is excruciating, but not the ride itself. He definitely loves having Emma’s arms wrapped around him as he rides his motorcycle, her legs straddling his ass and her fingers toying with his stomach—but he’d rather have her straddling his waist. He’d rather have her in front of him, instead of behind. He’d rather have her riding him instead of his bike. He’d rather have her warmth wrapped around his cock.

Today has been the best day he’s experienced in a long time, and as much as he loves spending time with Emma, he also wants to take her to his bed. He wants to hold her in his arms and wake up next to her again. And the thought of longing for more than a quick romp in the sack scares the bloody hell out of him, but he doesn’t hate it.

As soon as he pulls up in front of the bar, he cuts the engine and drops the kickstand. When Emma hops off the bike, he immediately misses her warmth. Removing the helmet, she runs a hand through her hair and shakes out the golden strands. Removing himself from the motorcycle, he removes his own helmet so he can walk Emma to her car.

“You really are a gentleman.” A sly smirk plays at her lips as she wraps her arms around the back of his neck once they approach her bug.

His heart quickens and he grins, winding his arms around her waist, the leather of his jacket she’s still wearing squeaking as he holds her tight. “I’m always a gentleman. Don’t forget that, love.” He dips his head and buries his face in the crook of her neck, leaving soft kisses along her pulse point. She tips her head back, an innocent but deadly moan tumbling from her lips that makes his dick jerk against her leg. He knows he should pull away and let her leave, but she slips her hands from the back of his neck and grabs his waist, pulling him against her. His groan is muffled by her neck as he hauls her up, her legs latching around him as he presses himself against her core.

“Killian…” Her voice is desperate… greedy, and the way she begs for him is so irresistible, he almost fucks her right here in the parking lot.

“You better watch it, love…”

“Or what?” she challenges, her voice cracked.

He growls against her ear, his breathing ragged. “You know what.”

She purses her lips, mischief dancing in her eyes. “Hmmm, I’m not sure I do. You’ll have to show me.”

He takes a handful of her ass cheek and squeezes as he rocks against her. “Or I’ll take you right here against your car.”

She moans again, making his blood run hot. He’s barely holding himself together as he lifts his head, staring into those deep pools of emerald.

She releases him with one hand and pops open the button of his jeans, carefully pulling down the zipper away from the straining bulge in his pants. “Is that a threat…or a promise?”

She’s taunting him, and damn if he doesn’t enjoy it.

Working her hand inside his boxers, she wraps her fingers around his shaft—his ridiculously hard shaft, thanks to her. Emma’s eyes glow with anticipation when she feels how hard he is against the softness of her palm. “Mmm, very promising.”

Jesus Christ.

He’s fucking weak against her as he clutches onto her shoulders and rests his forehead on hers, rocking into her fist, his breaths shattered over her lips. “Goddamn, Emma. I would love nothing more than to fuck you against this car, but one, somebody could come out of the bar at any second, and two, you should go back to your brother’s before he and Mary Margaret form a search party.”

Disappointment clouds over her face. “I’ve been gone all day, what’s another ten minutes?” 

He cocks a brow, almost insulted by her words. “We both know I can last longer than ten minutes.”