Trusting the biker, p.4
Trusting the Biker, page 4
“Prodigy.”
“Call me Eric,”
“Eric.” My name leaves her lips, and I never thought about how much I wanted to hear her use my government name until now. “Nope. Sorry. It feels weird. I’m used to calling you Prodigy. I don’t know what to say to all of that.”
“I don’t want you to say anything. I want you to get naked so I can show you that I’m serious. I’m going to have you so ready to come you don’t have a chance to talk yourself out of this going forward. Now take off your shirt.”
“Bossy,” she mumbles, but the top comes off without protest.
My mouth waters at the sight of her big tits covered by pink lace. Never much cared about the color pink or frilly shit until this moment.
If I’ve died and gone to Heaven, nobody better revive me. Zoe’s a fucking vision up on her knees in the center of my bed. Flushed cheeks. Fluttering lashes.
A pure angel with blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders.
I’ve never wanted a woman more than her.
Drawing her back down to me, I claim her mouth and hopefully her heart will soon follow.
I’m taking my time, savoring every second she’s gifting me.
“Need a portrait of you wearing nothing except these on my bed.” I slide a hand up her thigh, under her skirt, and around her hip to rub my palm over her ass. I give her backside a playful slap that earns me a playful nip to my bottom lip.
Zoe may be on the reserved side, but when I touch her, she comes alive.
She forgets all the awful shit that once broke her.
Her body hums with need.
It’s in her touch.
She’s free.
Wild and untamed.
Like the wind.
Like waves rushing the shore.
Like me when I hit that open road.
Nothing but my knees in the breeze.
Fuck me, this is what I’ve been searching for.
A good woman to call mine.
Her body may not be considered perfect, but all her imperfections make her all the more beautiful.
Natural.
Real.
All woman.
All mine.
Rolling her onto her back, I undo the button and zipper on her skirt, tugging the denim down her thighs to get the full view. Zoe lifts her hips and I get my first true glimpse of the silver tiger stripe scars patterned across her hips, thighs, and the tops of her breasts.
To me, her scars are nothing to be embarrassed by. They are a part of her and her story.
Badges of honor of a woman who gave every piece of herself to provide for her children.
“Fuck, baby. You’re beautiful. Prettiest present I’ve ever received. You laying here hot and bothered for me.” Staring at her laid out on my bed, all I can think is God, I love this woman and she has no idea. I’m obsessed with the thought of her coming on my cock and crying out my name as she does the act.
But first, I’m going to worship my woman like the goddess she is.
Kissing each inner side of her ankles, I alternate peppering kisses up the smooth skin of her calves and thighs until I reach the heart of her desire. I kiss the tops of her thighs, saving the best part for last. Zoe shudders beneath me, and I can smell her arousal. Her need. A womanly musk with a bit of sweetness. A scent I can only describe as she smells like she belongs to me.
Mine.
All mine.
Can’t fucking wait to taste her.
Skipping over her pussy, I continue to her hips, kissing her scars. Working my way along her navel, up the valley between her breasts, teasing every inch of her skin with my lips, tongue, and fingers.
“I’m undressed. It’s only fair that you take all of this off as well.” Her fingers skim my abs under my tee. Her nails lightly scratching me.
“Fair enough.” Leaning back on my calves, I swiftly raise my shirt over my head, chucking the cotton somewhere behind me.
“Pants too,” she orders, and I comply.
Her emerald green eyes widen at the sight of my cock jutting out. I wouldn’t say I’ve got a monster dick. I’m merely above average.
Naked and erect, I return to worshiping her body.
Lavishing her tan, freckled skin with affection as she wraps a fist around my veiny length.
Fuck me. If she keeps jerking my cock like that, I’m going to explode like a damn two pump chump. Shit should be embarrassing, but I’m not ashamed of how badly I desire Zoe. Crave sliding inside her sweet heat. Showing her the way a real man romanticizes a woman.
“I need you,” she whispers against my lips.
“You’ve got me. All night, sweetheart. Or long as you want me for.” I sound like a pussy whipped bastard, but I don’t care. Zoe means more than a meaningless fuck to me.
She deserves something good, and I want to be the man who gives it to her.
“Hope you aren’t overly attached to these.” I rip her lacey bottoms clean off without any protest from her.
Shifting between her thighs, I bury my face there. Delving my tongue inside her slick, velvety heat. Her sweetness coats my tongue. Goddamn she’s wet.
Damn near perfect.
Nothing better than this except maybe my cock in her.
Not even got there yet, but I know she’s going to be worth the wait.
Worth fighting for.
Chapter Six
“Oh, my god. Holy shit.” I roll my lips inward, digging my nails into the back of Prodigy’s ass as he thrusts inside me.
He grins at me, not missing a beat. Every thrust is more delicious than the last.
Sweet lord, the things this man has been doing to me.
I’ve never felt so wanted in all my life.
So cherished.
Tonight has been all about me.
My needs.
My orgasms.
Four and counting.
He hitches my right knee around his hip, and I arch my back. Surging deeper and harder, he brings me to number five. I’m not sure how much more my body can take.
“Fuck,” he growls into my neck, catching a breath. “Could stay right here forever with my dick in you.”
“You think so?” I exhale, needing a second to catch my breath. I do a weekly workout. This is some heavy cardio that I was not prepared for mentally or physically.
“Let’s test the theory. Roll over.” He pulls out for barely a beat. As soon as I’m where he wants me, face down, ass up, he’s taking me from behind. Taking me slow then fast. Working me over and then some.
Snaking an arm around my belly, his fingers trail down to my pulsing clit. I choke out a cry. Panting. “Ah. Ah. Oh, fuck.”
Never thought it was possible to get off so many times in one night. This man is showing me I have a lot to learn, and the possibilities are endless.
He’s slapping my ass and yanking on my hair. Acts I never thought I’d enjoy. Being with him is like having a sexual awakening. I want to do it all with him and more.
Slicked with sweat, I grip the sheets and bite the pillow on the verge of tapping out and begging for mercy when his cock jerks inside me and his warmth coats my walls.
Then it hits me. In all my excitement and our mutual attraction, we overlooked one important detail.
No condom.
I don’t want to freak him out by bringing it up when he just came all in me and is raggedly breathing as he kisses the top of my shoulder. However, now it’s all I can think about.
“I’ve gotta pee,” I announce, practically bucking him off and darting to the bathroom.
It’s okay. No reason to freak out.
This is the lie I’m feeding myself to prevent a full-blown panic attack.
I do my best to clean up and make sure I urinate. At home I have one of those morning after type of pills that I keep for my girls in case of an emergency situation. I hope it hasn’t expired. I’m not in a place where I would consider having another baby. That ship has mostly sailed for me.
I return to the bedroom and pause at the door, having a new thing to worry about. I’m completely naked and he has the lamp on and can see all the unattractive parts of my body. I know what he said before, but I can’t help those insecurities from slipping back through the cracks.
“C’mere, beautiful.” He smiles lazily yet satisfied at me and those uncertain emotions dissipate with every step I take to return to his bed.
“Hey.” Slipping under the covers, I curl into his side, my breasts plastered to his hot, sweaty skin.
“You okay? Looked like you’d seen a ghost the way you sprinted out of here.”
“Never better.” The lie rolls off my tongue, smooth as honey.
“Don’t do that. Something’s bothering you.”
Am I that transparent?
I suck in a breath. “Okay. Don’t freak out. I’m trying not to stress it. We didn’t use protection.”
“You worried about STD’s?”
“Well, I wasn’t until now. Should I be?”
“No. I’m usually more careful. I don’t really want to bring up other women when I’ve got the only one who matters to me here in my bed, but the club girls get tested periodically. It’s a rule. I’m a no glove, no love man with them, though.”
“Good to know.”
“Still freaking out?”
“Not as much.”
“Then what is it?”
“I’m not currently on any form of birth control.”
He brushes my hair back, stroking my cheeks as he stares at me intently.
“Where do you see this going, babe?”
“I don’t know.”
“I’ll impart on you the direction I plan on this heading. If you got pregnant, that wouldn’t be a hardship. I want a future with you. I told you I’m not dicking around. I like you. Know that you’re a good woman. I like that a fuckuvalot. And tonight proved I was right about you. Fucking worth the wait and yeah, I could spend the rest of my life inside you.”
He’s making it hard not to fall in love with him. Last time I fell fast and hard, I got burned.
Scorched.
Turned to dust.
I enter my house, hoping that it’s early enough that Kiesha is still at her sister’s. Prodigy wanted to come in, but I need to shower and swing by work to check on the new hire. Murder, Prez of Royal Bastards MC, has a sister who has a shelter for battered and abused women and children. Recently, she reached out to me about helping one of the women under the care of her center.
Considering my own history with domestic violence, I recognized there was no way I could turn Marie away. She’s a young, single mother who could use a hand up in the world. I’ve been there more than once in my life. That’s why I wanted to open the daycare offering around the clock hours to help cater to working mothers in need of affordable but trustworthy care for their children. I don’t know how many times I lost jobs because I couldn’t be flexible with the hours I was available to work due to not always having adequate care for my girls.
“Mom? Is that you?”
Crap. The last thing I want is either of my girls seeing me do a walk of shame the morning after, like a slut with no underwear on. I knew I should have gone barefoot before I came through the door. The sound of my boots is a dead giveaway and so was the roar of Prodigy’s motorcycle growling through the neighborhood to drop me off. I can only imagine what my neighbor thought of me rolling up on the back of a Harley with half of my bare ass on display.
Shit. I forgot to give back his hooded sweatshirt.
Not that I’m in a hurry to return it. The black cotton smells like him. Woodsy and inviting.
“There you are,” Kimber says, peeping around the corner from the kitchen. “Nav took Kiesha to get donuts. Prodigy sent a text before he brought you home.” She grins big.
I don’t know whether I want to choke them all or be touched that he was that thoughtful.
“I want all the details before they get back. I’ve already got a coffee waiting.”
“I love you, but we are so not having this conversation.”
“Why? I’m an adult who lives with her man. You’re a grown woman who had a smoking hot night for the first time in the history of forever.”
She’s not wrong. “I’m your mother.”
“Get your ass in this kitchen,” Pam hollers.
I glare at Kimber, and she giggles while reaching for my hand.
“I’m going to kill you,” I mouth the threat at her.
Entering the kitchen I find Pam leaned over the breakfast bar inhaling a cup of coffee. Knowing they won’t leave me alone until I allow this ambush to play out, I kick off my boots and take up a stool. Kimber hands me a steaming mug and my favorite caramel creamer.
“Stop staring at me,” I snap at the pair of them.
“He definitely gave her the business,” Pam announces, and my face heats up. Not from the temperature of my coffee, either.
“Go, Mom,” my daughter says.
“Yes,” I hiss and take a big gulp of my drink, burning the hell out of my tongue and the roof of my mouth in the process.
“Are you seeing him again?” Pam presses.
“Geez. Give me a second to enjoy my coffee, please.”
They share a look but keep quiet.
I take another painful sip. Then place my hands on my knees trying to keep my cool. “Fine. If you must know, he was wonderful. Best lover I’ve ever had. The man is skilled with his tongue, fingers, hands. Hell, probably even his toes. He’s magic and so is his big, thick cock. All eight glorious inches.”
Pam bursts out laughing and Kimber is staring at me with wide eyes.
“What? You wanted to know and weren’t going to shut up until you got it?”
Kimber points over my shoulder. I tense up and hope Kiesha isn’t standing behind me. I hear a throat clear that is definitely male. Double damn.
“You think my dick is magical?”
Oh. My. God. Doing a slow turn, I angle to the side to see Prodigy smiling at me like a cat who just had a bowl of milk.
“We’ll be listening from the living room,” Pam announces, dragging Kimber out of the room with her.
“Um. Hi.” I rub my lips together. “What are you doing here?”
“I forgot something.”
Squinting at him, I’m wondering what he could have forgotten when he takes three steps forward, cups my face between his palms to lay a fat, messy, and wet kiss on my lips. I melt, completely forgetting that Kimber and Pam are probably huddled together watching from around the corner.
All I can focus on is this rugged and sexy biker who is dominating my mouth with his wicked tongue and remembering how good he made me feel all night and again this morning.
“Dinner. Tonight. I’ll pick you up at seven. Pack a bag.”
“Mhmm,” I mutter, having no idea what I’m agreeing to. I’m still in a post kiss fog. Still tasting him on my lips, along with my coffee.
“Later, beautiful.”
“Later.” I press my fingers to my lips as I watch him strut out of my kitchen looking as good going as he does coming.
“Just look at her. Smitten as a kitten,” Pam gushes and I don’t even care.
That kiss has me floating on a cloud I never want to come down from.
The three of us enjoy our coffee and I share some vague details about the night I had.
“So he’s good, huh?” Pam smirks.
I smile into my coffee.
“How many O’s we talking about?” She presses further.
“Multiple. Now can we pleas discuss something other than my sex life?”
“I think Kiesha has a girlfriend,” Kimber blurts out.
“I thought she likes that one boy, Sam.”
“Sam is short for Samantha.”
“Oh. Did she tell you they’re dating?”
“Nope, but let’s say that they appeared quite cozy in the pep section at the game.”
“Is that why she’s been so secretive?”
“Maybe.”
“Should I talk to her about it?”
“No. She’ll talk to you when she’s ready.”
“I take it she’s talked to you about it, then?”
“A little.”
Nav and Keisha enter the room and, judging from the hard expressions on their faces, the party is over.
Immediately I snap into mom mode. “What’s wrong?” I glance between Nav and my youngest daughter and wonder if she overhead our conversation.
“We saw Dad.”
My good mood dies on the spot. The pit of my stomach does a roll, and the urge to vomit consumes me. “Where?”
“The donut place at MacCorkle Avenue. Was walking out as we were going inside,” Nav explains.
I let out a huff. “Did he say anything?”
“He didn’t recognize me.” Kiesha cries and my heart aches for her.
“Come here.” I open my arms to my girl, forgetting all about Prodigy and our plans for tonight.
“We didn’t get any donuts,” she mumbles into my neck and breaks into another sob.
I glance at the rest of our group and shoo them away.
Pam gives me a pointed look and does the thumb and pinky out hand gesture to call her later.
Kimber and Nav migrate to the living room but don’t leave.
“Tell you what. Why don’t you do me a huge favor and set out all the ingredients for waffles while I take a quick shower? I think there’s still some cool whip in the fridge that’s good.”
“Okay.” She sniffs, then unlatches her arms from my neck.
“Ask your sister to help. I’ll be out of the shower in a jiffy.”
Kiesha nods and moves off.
Fucking Adam. At least it wasn’t me seeing him for once, and Nav witnessed his being in town. I don’t keep tabs on my ex, but I appreciate that I wasn’t crazy and that he’s been hanging around.
