S L A T E R | #1 Getting Wylde (18+)

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She was beautiful. 

Kisa rolled her lower lip into her mouth, surpassing a moan. He watched as she used her elbows as anchors, pushing up she felt the light sheet draped over her fall to her hips. The cold morning air bites at her exposed skin, frowning she looked down. Her eyes widened and she found herself reaching for the sheet. She was practically naked, on a ridiculously attractive strangers bed.

He could get used to this... The thought is banished instantly. But the image of her smooth chocolate skin, hell! She looked like heaven. Ample breasts restrained behind black lace, paired with a small narrow waist which was accentuated by wide hips. He'd kill to lower the sheet a couple more inches.

Slater hoped his cock hadn't formed too obvious a tent against his towel. Ignoring her intoxicating eyes, the large mechanic made his way to a chest of draws. Grabbing a set of clothes, he turned to face her, but she'd already turned her back to him.

He smirked, she'd already seen him naked. Taking his time, he dries off before pulling on his boxers, jeans and a t-shirt. He could have given her something to wear, but he liked her vulnerable... a dark part of him knew she couldn't run from him in her current state. Dropping his towel on the bed, Slater stepped around the bed and towards the kitchen. One eye remained on the nameless woman.

Crossing her legs, Kisa sat up. She kept the white sheet pressed firmly against the base of her throat. He seemed so calm, almost like he'd done this a million times. She didn't know whether to thank him or run screaming like a canary. "Come here." His voice was more manly than she'd imagined. Deep and rough, a hard edge lingered on the surface. She shook her head, no. "Would you rather I make you." He continued.

She wanted to flip him the bird, but for some absurd reason, her body craved to submit. Carefully, she wrapped the white material around her body, standing up she made her way to him. He eyed the bar stool and she made quick work of sliding up onto it. He placed a plate in front of her, dishing up what seemed to be burnt toast and eggs. She bit her tongue and forced an appreciative smile, after all, she wasn't in any position to neglect food. Her stomach seconds the thought, "thank you."

Slater held his breath as her feminine scent lifted to his nostrils. So she speaks... her voice had a husky tone to it, like a siren it called to his erection. "What's your name?" He frowned, feeling quite frustrated with his reaction to a perfect stranger.

"Kisa." She mumbled back to him, devouring the plate of food in seconds.

He rolled the name around on his tongue, enjoying the way it sent a shiver down his spine. "Where you heading?" He questioned. Slater wasn't in the mood for drama, he'd happily help the young lady find her way home, even if it meant blue balls for the rest of his life. Returning back to her, he cocked his head as panic flashed across her face.

"Can I use your bathroom, please?" Soft. From husky to soft in a split second, he'd hand it to her, she knew how to charm a man. He knew she was avoiding the question, this had his curiosity spiking off the charts. Slowly he nodded, she beamed up at him. "Thank you."

He couldn't help but perv on her rounded ass, as it swayed to the bathroom. From his position in the kitchen, he couldn't see her, but he knew if he took a couple of steps he'd find her clad in her undergarments. He saw her small hand stick out, she draped the bedsheet over the half wall, the sound of the toilet door closing shook some sense into him.

Common decency forced his legs to move towards his cupboard, he grabbed a shirt and the smallest boxers he could find. "Take a shower," he hummed as the toilet door creaked open a fraction. Placing the clothes on the basin, Slater literally dragged his feet out the back door. Get a fucking grip, she's just like any other woman... Even he knew he was lying.