NCT Ten | Mafia

Grump man

I roll my eyes. "Walking, duh!"

He bursts out laughing. "Did you not pay attention when you were comin' in? Closest town is at least thirty miles."

Dammit.

"Well, I'll borrow Bambam's car."

"Bambam don't have a car, sugar."

Fuck.

I throw my hands up, and in an exasperated tone, I snap, "Fine, you win!"

He grins, spinning around and sauntering back towards the compound. "See you in five, sugar."

Fucking asshole.

When Mingyu shows up on his Harley, I stare at it for a long, long moment. He's not serious? He wants me to get on that? I won't lie and say it's not sexy as hell, with its chrome fittings and candy-apple red paint but really? It looks so...dangerous. Mingyu gets off. The buckles on his boots make a clinking sound as he walks towards me. His eyes scan over my outfit. I had to find the closest thing to riding clothes that I could. I got jeans, and a tank, and a pair of old runners. It's the best I could piece together. I don't have many clothes to choose from.

"That all you got to wear?" he says, in an almost disgusted tone.

I cross my arms, feeling suddenly ugly. "Yes, it is."

"No leathers?"

"Serious?" I snort.

"Fuckin' deadly serious, sugar," he says, his eyes hard.

"Then no, I don't."

"Fine, we're gettin' some."

"I can't afford leathers," I protest as he thrusts a helmet at me and gets back on the bike.

"I can, now get on."

I slide on the back of the bike, feeling my heart leap into my throat.

"You're not buying me anything; this is the one and only time I'm getting on this bike."

He grips my knees, pulling me forward so my legs are spread and his back is rested comfortably between them. He runs a hand up my thigh until he reaches my ass, he grips it, pressing me even closer to him. I swallow, smothering a whimper as the leather on his jacket rubs suggestively against my pussy. Fuck. He grips my wrists next, pulling them around his large, solid body. When I connect them at the front, I realize how close my face is to his back. I can smell him, and fuck, he smells like man dipped in chocolate, covered with fuckable sprinkles.

"Hold on, sugar."

He starts the bike, and the rumble goes right to my core. I close my eyes, clenching my teeth as the vibrations do wonderful things to my already soaked pussy. I shift on the seat, uncomfortable with how aroused this man is making me. I'm an extremely sexual person; it's hard not to be when you've lived a life based around sex. I haven't had a great deal of good sex in my time, most of it was drunken sex, high sex, or forced sex. I don't remember a great deal of the forced sex with Hyungsik, probably because I used to get so high it would knock me out.

Mingyu turns his head looking me dead in the eye. "Your little pussy against my back is doin' bad things to me, sugar. Keep still."

I squirm at his words, and his eyes flare.

"Keep fuckin' still," he grates out. "Or I'll have them jeans around your ankles in less than five minutes and my dick will be buried deep inside that hot little cunt."

I open my mouth, shocked and completely aroused. Mingyu turns, lifting his boots and pulling the throttle. The bike lurches forward; my thoughts quickly disappear and a scream escapes my throat. I feel Cade's chuckle rumble through his back and into my chest. I hold on tighter, terrified and completely thrilled, all in one. I scream, squeal and then laugh as he picks up speed, heading towards town. My hair whips around, the wind tickles my face, and for a moment, I feel completely free. It's a moment in my life, I know I'll never forget. The freedom I feel on this bike, is a freedom I've never felt. It's exhilarating. It's one of the most beautiful, intense feelings I've ever had pulsing through my chest. As we soar along, the rumble of the Harley the only sound we hear, I ponder how I will keepMingyu at a distance. He doesn't seem like the kind of man to give up easily if he wants something.

It's clear Mingyu isn't about to give up on me; obviously, he's found a fascination. I won't lie and say he's not doing crazy things to my body, but I'm not here to get involved. I am here to try and make another life for myself and move on from my past. I can't get tangled up. I have to stay focused on my plan. I don't need any more drama or things keeping me held back. I stare at the trees whizzing past me, and I know how easily I could get comfortable here, with Bambam and this life, but I can't do that. Living this kind of lifestyle isn't putting me forward, it's just keeping me at a standstill, and I can't allow that.

I feel Mingyu's bike slowing, and I peer at the town ahead. It's only small, maybe five or six thousand people by the looks of it. I suppose it's what you would call an outback town; it's got that outback kind of look about it and by the way people are dressed, definitely that kind of feel too. Mingyu pulls up his bike, and I slip off the back. My legs wobble and I reach out, gripping the seat to steady myself. Mingyu chuckles and slips his helmet off, and then grips mine and pulls it off my head. I stare up at him, and when he's smiling down at me the way he is now, it makes it that much harder to just turn everything off.

"Your legs will do that for a bit after gettin' off a bike."

I nod, standing straight. "Can you tell me where there are some decent shops in this place?"

He raises a brow. "You're not serious?"

Now I raise my brow. "Of course, what did you think I came here for?"

"Fucks me, a drink? Something to eat?"

"I need decent shoes for a start, and something to wear to work. My feet kill me all day in that bar."

Mingyu is still staring at me, looking completely shocked. Did the man honestly think I wanted to come in here, to get a drink? Shocker. I can't help the smile that creeps across my face as he runs his hand through his hair, ruffling it with his fingers. He's completely and utterly distressed about this, and it's completely and utterly thrilling to me that I've gotten him all wound up. Score one, Layla.

"You want me to go girly shopping with you?" he says, in a rather horrified voice.

I giggle, and it sounds so completely off for me. I skip past Mingyu with a grin as big as Mount Everest. "You offered, hot stuff."

With a grunt, he reluctantly follows me. For the first time in days, I can't wipe the smile off my face. The big tough biker is going shopping with me!

"Jesus woman, remind me never to offer you a ride into town again," Mingyu grumbles as we head out of the last store later in the day.

I'm happy. I have two new pairs of shoes and a couple of work outfits. Mingyu bought me a leather jacket, and it was the only moment that he smiled. The rest of the time he grumbled and muttered under his breath. This only made me smile more, and take a heck of a lot longer to find what I needed. I turned a one hour trip into a two hour trip, and I enjoyed every second of it.

"Well, next time you won't be so pushy when a woman says she's going into town," I say, satisfied with myself.

"Damn right," he mutters.

I smile again, and when we reach his bike, he tosses me a helmet and secures the bags in the two panniers on either side of the bike. I slip the helmet on, and when he gets on the bike, I slide on behind him. I wrap my arms around his waist and take a moment to breathe him in. I'm completely flattered that Mingyu spent the whole afternoon with me, even though he didn't have to. He may have grumbled like a bitch in heat, but he did it, and that warms parts deep inside me. Mingyu grips my fingers, taking a moment to slide his roughened fingertips over mine. I shiver, feeling my body come alive. I want Mingyu, no amount of denying that will do me any good.

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