Chapter 18 Last In Charge Of The Bike

• The clicking sound of the door marked the end of all outside sounds, leaving nothing except for a smell of leather, gasoline and sex inside of that shabby motel room. Quin did not wait for the locking mechanism to secure the door behind them. The thrilling ride on the bike brought some new sensations inside her, she needed to satisfy her craving with more friction, dick and anything else.
• She turned around fast, her leather skirt creating a mess on her hips, and grabbed Ethan's chest with both hands. The man took a step backwards, the heels of his boots scratching the old carpet, but Quin did not stop him, she pushed him with more force, using her energy to push him backwards.
• Ethan fell back with a loud thud onto the mattress, the old springs squeaked under his weight, but he did not resist. He let himself fall on the bed, arms stretched out wide, looking up at her with the dark, amused look in his eyes, recognizing that she was taking control.