Chapter 9 We pulled into the Harley dealership in Largo twenty minutes later, the tires crunching over gravel still damp from yesterday's rain. The showroom windows gleamed under the midday sun, polished bikes lined up like soldiers at attention. Maya stared at the building through the windshield, her arms still crossed tight over her chest. When she turned to me, her eyes were wary. "Why are we here? I got five grand from the money my sister gave me when I got out of rehab. I can't ask for more. I can't afford shit in a place like this." I kept my eyes forward, pulling out my phone. "Just wait." I could practically hear her grinding her teeth. I shot a text to Tony, an old mechanic buddy who owned a stake in the dealership. Two minutes later, a bald guy in a black polo came strutting out, wiping his hands on a shop rag. I got out and opened the door for Maya. We met him halfway. "Raz, you son of a bitch," Tony grinned, clapping me on the shoulder. His eyes flicked to Maya, still sulking in the truck. "Your newest victim?" I ignored that and pointed through the glass. "That matte black Street Glide Special. She wants it. It's not a piece of shit, is it?" Tony made a cross over his heart. "Fresh off the truck last week. Old guy bought it, rode it home, his wife took one look and made him return it." He lowered his voice. "I can get you the demo price-fifteen even." Behind us, Maya scoffed. "Yeah, great. Only ten grand over budget." She turned toward the parking lot, but I caught her wrist. "Test ride it," I said. Her anger faltered for just a second-long enough for Tony to wink and say, "C'mon sweetheart, let's see if you can handle a real bike." She flew around the lot. Eyes locked in. Total control. I leaned against a post and just watched. I liked seeing her like this. Free. No sadness in her eyes. She rolled back in front of me and hopped off the bike. "It's perfect," she said. Then added, "He do payment plans? Financing?" I stepped forward. "It's yours." She blinked. "What?" "I said it's yours." She looked at me hard. "I can give you the five grand I got-" "It isn't gonna cost me anything," I said, glancing at Tony. I'd pay Tony later. He caught on fast. "Right. Right. No charge. I'll load it for you." Maya turned back to me. "You sure?" I nodded. "'Cause I'm not giving it back." She laughed. "I know." She bit her lip like she was trying not to smile. "You falling for me, Ra? You gotta be." I didn't answer. Just opened her door and nodded for her to get in. She was quiet at first, her hand resting on her thigh. I caught her glancing at me a few times, like she wanted to say something but didn't. Five minutes onto the highway, her hand slid over the console. Down my thigh. Then to my belt. "Maya. What are you doing?" "About to suck your dick," she said, licking her lips. It was like my dick had ears, because it immediately started getting hard. She let her fingertips trace it through my jeans before unbuckling my belt. I should've stopped her, but Christ-the way she looked at me... eyes low, biting her lip. The sound of my zipper lowering echoed in the cab. When she finally freed me, her breath hitched. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and my stomach dropped like I'd crested a hill too fast. "I ain't never gonna get over how fuckin' huge it is," she murmured, her voice all smoke and honey. Her thumb rubbed slow circles over the head. My knuckles went white on the wheel. Then her mouth was on me, and I nearly swerved into the next lane. She was hot-wet, warm, sinful. The second her tongue swirled around the head of my dick, I clenched the wheel. My knuckles tightened as she took me deeper, her lips stretching wide around my girth. Driving while getting my dick sucked was dumb as hell. But it was late, the road was nearly empty, and there was no way I was stopping her-not with the way her mouth moved... The way her throat flexed when she swallowed me down-it short-circuited every rational thought I had. "Shit," I breathed, hips twitching when the head hit the back of her throat. Her spit made every slide of her mouth smoother than the last. "Fuck, Maya," I gasped, chest heaving. She hummed around my dick, and the vibration nearly made me swerve again. Her hand came up, cupping my balls, rolling them slowly. She knew exactly how to unravel me. My vision blurred for a second. It was too much-too fast, too fucking good. "I'm gonna cum," I warned, teeth gritted, trying to hold off just a little longer. She didn't stop. If anything, she got hungrier. Her lips tightened. My dick went deeper. Her mouth became a vice, her tongue relentless-and I lost it. I came hard, groaning as my dick pulsed in her mouth. She swallowed everything like she'd been starving for it-not a single drop wasted. When she finally pulled back, her lips were slick and swollen, her eyes dark and gleaming with smug satisfaction. "Thanks for the bike," she said, voice low and thick. I could barely think, let alone speak. I nodded, still catching my breath, still adjusting to the fact that I hadn't crashed the damn truck. A hiss slipped between my teeth as she tucked my still-twitching dick back into my boxers. With a smirk on her face, she leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes like she hadn't just rocked my entire world. I focused back on the road. Five-year-old Annie, who can understand animals, saved Landon Hawthorne, a wealthy businessman, from suicide. Now she's his whole world and he's her legal cheat-code against every villain fate throws ...