Wild Desire: A Curvy Girl Steamy Romance (Wild Heart Mountain: Wild Rider’s MC Book 14)

It’s surprising how many bike enthusiasts are at this party and how they’re flocking to me for advice because I’m wearing a leather jacket.noveldrama

“She purrs like a kitten,” a man in a dark blue suit jacket and a striped tie tells me. He waves his wine glass around. “I had the engine refitted and drove from Hope all the way to the Santa Rosa in California.”

He launches into a story from his road trip, and I nod politely. My gaze shifts from the man, and as he tells me about the long desert roads, I scan the crowd for Cassie.

I miss her by my side. I’ve been aware of her all night. In her slinky dress that clings to her full figure, who wouldn’t? She slipped away about twenty minutes ago to use the restroom, and I haven’t seen her since.

I can’t see her in the crowd near the bar, which is where we’ve stayed for the past hour.

“Excuse me.” I cut the man off mid-sentence. “I have to find my date.”

I leave him complaining about the state of the roads in California to the other guests who came to check me out, the curiosity at their swanky party.

I walk back to the entryway which is on higher ground and scan the crowd for Cassie. I can’t see her among the guests. I catch her dad near the band. He has his arm around the waist of a thin woman with the same dark hair as Cassie who must be her mother.

Cassie isn’t with them.

She’s probably found a quiet corner somewhere to read. Although that dress doesn’t have anywhere to stash a book. I should know; my gaze has roved over every inch of it.

I look past the crowd and to the garden. There’s a lone figure strolling along an empty path in the rose garden. Cassie.

I head back through the crowd and past the bar. There’s a cobblestone path that leads into the garden, and I take it. Fairy lights are strewn over the metal railings that line the path, with creeping roses growing up around them.

The noise of the party fades the further into the garden I go. I find Cassie by a water feature peering at the inscription on the stone fountain.

She startles when she sees me.

Her finger runs over the inscription. “It’s a Shakespearean sonnet. “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day…”

“For thou art more lovely and more temperate,” I finish with her.

Her eyes widen in surprise. “You know it?”

“I have a thing for classic literature. I was always getting told off at school for having my head in a book.”

Cassie smiles. “Isn’t that a good thing?”

“Not when you’re in science class. I’d rather read poetry than learn the periodic table.”

She wanders over toward me, her fingers trailing on the stone of the water feature.

“I needed some quiet. Being around people gets to be too much after a while.”

I understand what she means. “Do you want me to leave you alone?”

She shakes her head. “Walk with me.”

Four paths lead away from the water feature in different directions. Cassie chooses the one that leads away from the party, and I walk with her. The rose bushes turn to thick pivot bushes and there are no fairy lights this far from the party. Only the occasional gas light burns in an iron holder.

“If you like books so much, how did you get into accounting?” she asks.

It’s a fair question. I do the accounts for the club and all the Wild Riders’ businesses. “It’s hard to earn a living from books.”

Cassie stiffens. “You sound like my parents.”

“It’s what my mom said to me too. I joined the military because it brought in a regular paycheck. They discovered I had a head for figures, and instead of fighting on the front line I was put in the office. I learned accounting in the military. They paid for my education, and I gave them years of service in return. I never would have dreamed of getting a degree if it weren’t for the military. Where I came from, people don’t go to college.”

“Why did you leave?”

“I did twelve years before my mom got sick. She’s on her own, and it was hard on her. She fought the cancer and she’s fine. Well, as fine as she’ll ever be.”

“You’re close to your mom.” Cassie sounds wistful, and I wonder at the strange relationship she has with her parents.

“I see her every week. She lives in Wild; I like to check in and make sure she’s doing okay.” I don’t tell her where Mom lives exactly. Cassie has had a privileged upbringing. She grew up surrounded by vineyards and designer clothes and houses with more bathrooms than people.

“How about you? What do you want to do with your one beautiful life?”

She shrugs. “I’m studying business.”

We walk in silence, and I’m aware of the swish of her skirt and how close we are.

“That didn’t answer my question.”

“It’s stupid.”

We turn down another path, and this one has a stone wall on one side. On the other is the dark vineyard. There’s no light here, and I take Cassie’s hand in mine. “Tell me.”

She stops and turns to me. “Promise not to laugh.”

“I promise.”

She sucks in a deep breath, and then the words tumble out quickly. “I want to be a writer.”

She bites her lower lip and looks down like it’s something to be ashamed about.

“Hey,” I slide my finger under her chin and tilt her head up. “That’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“My parents disagree.”

“Do you do everything your parents tell you to?”

I take a step closer, and her eyes widen. Her thighs skim mine, and my heart thumps against my rib cage.

“No,” she whispers.

“Maybe it’s time to do something for yourself, Cassie.”

My thumb brushes over her bottom lip, and I pull it down. Her lips are full and soft and so damned kissable.

“What is it you want to write?” I trail my fingers down her throat, and she tilts her head back. “If there was no judgement from your parents. What is it you want?”

My fingers rest on her neck, and her pulse races under my touch. I squeeze her neck slightly, and she gasps. “I want to write romance.”

My hand slides down her body and clutches her waist. I step her backwards until she’s leaning against the wall.

My lips press to her throat, and her pulse beats against my lips.

“Is this okay?’ I ask. “Is this something you want?”

She nods. “Yes.”

“Good. Because from now on you’re going to stop pleasing others, Cassie, and you’re going to do exactly what you want. You understand?”

She nods, and my hands slide down her thighs. I duck down until my fingers grip the bottom of her dress. Slowly, I tug the slick fabric up while trailing my fingers over the smooth skin on her calves, then upward to her thighs.

“If I’m doing something you don’t want to do, you tell me, okay?”

She whimpers as I skim the soft skin of her inner thighs. Heat radiates from her center, and my dick hardens as my fingers linger on the apex of her thighs.

My other hand keeps her pinned to the wall. “Tell me, Cassie. Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” she whimpers.

“Yes what? Tell me exactly what you want.”

My fingertips brush her panties, and Cassie moans. My body is electrified at the sound, and my dick twitches to attention.

“I want you to touch me, Paul.”

“Good girl.” My fingers stroke her panties and come away wet. “Now tell me. Be honest. What do you want to do with your life?”

Her brow furrows as my strokes set a steady rhythm.

“I…”

“Tell me, Cassie.”

“I want to be a writer. I want to tell stories.”

“Good girl.” I slide my hands into the top of her panties, and she gasps as I grip her mound. She’s soaking wet, and my fingers get coated in her juice.

“What kind of stories?” I pull my hand back, waiting for her to answer.

“I…” Her gaze flicks to mine, and there’s desire in her eyes and hunger. “Please, Paul.”

She squirms against the wall and her hips move forward, but I keep my hand hovering just over her.

“What kind of writer do you want to be, Cassie? Tell me and I’ll make you feel good. I’ll give you the release you need, baby.”

She bites her lower lip. “I want to write romance.”

“Good girl.” I press my palm to her needy pussy, and she whimpers as I move in slow circles.

I kiss her neck and throat and let her have a few moments of pleasure. But she hasn’t told me everything, and I want to get a confession out of her. I want Cassie to admit to the things she wants and then go after them.

The sounds of the party can be heard in the distance, but the only noises I’m tuned into are the whimpers and moans as Cassie dances on the palm of my hand.

While my palm circles her clit, I bring my middle finger to circle her soft entrance. I tease her with the tip, and her moans turn to little cries.

I pull away, and her eyes fly open. I chuckle at the frustration and need in her expression.

“You’re holding back, Cassie.”

“I’m not. Please…”

“What kind of romance do you want to write?”

She jerks forward and grabs my hand and thrusts it toward her. I love her determination, and I reward her with gentle strokes.

“Tell me, Cassie. Tell me what you want to do, what you really want to write. Release it to me, and I’ll release you.”

She huffs in frustration, and I still my hand.

Cassie screws her face up tight and closes her eyes. “Alien romance. I want to write alien romance.”

“Good girl.” I thrust my finger into her. She cries out as I impale her on my hand. She leans forward, gripping my shoulders.

“Good girl, Cassie. You’re a good girl,” I whisper in her ear.

She moans and turns her face toward mine. My lips find hers, and I kiss her hard. My fingers slide deeper and I let her lose herself, kissing and stroking and thrusting until she comes undone on the palm of my hand.

Her cries echo around the dark garden and are carried over the vineyard. She stills on my hand, and her eyes flicker open.

“I’ve never done that before,” she whispers.

“You’ve never come?”

She shakes her head. “I’ve come loads of times.”

Jealousy flares in my chest, instant and harsh. My body tenses. I can’t bear the thought of Cassie with another man.

“By myself,” she adds shyly.

The jealousy abates. “You’ve never been with a man?”

She shakes her head. “I’m a virgin.” She looks down. “But I think I’d like to…” She trails off.

“What Cassie?” I growl. “Say what you want.”

“I’d like you to be the one, to, you know…take my virginity.”

I growl, and my lips clash into hers. My hand moves against her pussy. I’ll take her virginity, but that’s not all I want. I want Cassie’s heart, and until she belongs to me, I won’t claim her that way.

But I will give her one hell of a fake date to remember.

My hand moves slowly, and it doesn’t take long to bring her to another orgasm. Then another.

It’s only after she collapses against me, exhausted, that I release her.

There’s a bench on the other side of the wall, and we sit for a while and she leans against me.

“You won’t tell anyone, will you?”

“About this? Hell no. This is between you and me.”

“I mean about the alien romance.”

I turn to her. “I’ll make you a deal. I won’t tell anyone as long as you start writing your first book.”

Her eyes widen. “No. I couldn’t. It’s a stupid idea. I don’t know where to begin…”

I raise my eyebrows and wait.

She chews her bottom lip. “I mean, I’ve got ideas. I’ve scribbled notes and some bits of scenes. But I don’t know how to write a book, and then how do you get it published?”

I bring a finger to her lips.

“Just start at the beginning and write your story. If you want to publish it, we’ll figure that out, but write the book you want to write, Cassie.”