Page 30 of Watcher

“Bitches?” Watcher steps out of the way so the girls can leave. Scratch and Emily take an extra long moment to look him up and down. Watcher smiles but leaves it at that. No looking at asses or tits.

“Tell me Kentucky is with you,” Diablo says, all smiles when Watcher nods.

“I think he’s trying on your skates. Better save him before he busts his ass.” Watcher closes the door as Diablo leaves, shaking her head.

“I need to get you in a pair of skates.” I get up from the desk and find myself wrapped in Watcher’s arms, his delicious lips pressing against mine. I give him a little moan when his hand drops to my ass.

“How’s my hellcat?” he asks and sits me atop the desk, my legs dangling. He looks down into my eyes, and warmth works up my spine. “By the way, I’m into a lot of things, but skating isn’t one of them.” He kisses me again and practically sucks the air from my lungs before breathing it back in.

“Are you always going to greet me like that?” I ask. He places his hands on my knees. “If you are, I’m going to need to carry around extra panties.”

“Probably a good idea.” He sits in one of the leather chairs, spreading his legs and resting his hands on his knees. He’s everything every man should be.

“Diablo and I were coming to Pine Bluff tonight.” I glance at the names on the whiteboard, and Watcher turns his head.

“We wanted to surprise you.”

“You did.”

“Have you recovered?” he asks with a gentleness I’d never get from another man. Yeah, he cares.

“I think I’m good.” So good that I want him to fuck me right now, right here on the desk.

“I’ve arranged to have the local chapter train some of your girls how to ride. They’ve got some extra bikes they’re willing to give up.” He reaches forward and places a hand on my leg. “I’ll be teaching you myself.” Though his voice is deep and a little rough, his words come out gentle.

“All my girls are in except for Kat, who’s now going by the name Scratch.”

“She has a son,” Watcher says, and I nod. “She was married to one of the local Prospects.”

“No, they just had a kid together.”

Watcher stands, unable to keep his eyes or hands off me. “May not be the right life for the kid. Both parents in an MC?”

“She’ll figure it out. She’s missing something in her life and just trying to figure out what that is.” I put my hands on Watcher’s waist and he holds my chin in his hand. The smell of leather and man is overwhelming.

Watcher moves around the desk and stands behind me. “I’d ask if you’ve ever fucked on a desk, but I already know the answer to that.”

“I’m pretty sure everything I do with you from here on will be a first for me.”

“You can count on it.” He puts his hands on my shoulders, and I lean my head to rest on his hand. I place my hand on his other, his warm skim invigorating. His hands move, and then I hear things moving on the desk.

Watcher spins me around and sits in my office chair, pulling me forward as he scoots back.

“I’m on the pill,” I say shyly. “I have been for two years.”

“For your periods?” he asks, and I’m almost stunned.

“Are you speaking from experience?”

He shrugs. “Remember, not all bikers are dumb. Knowledge is power.” He pulls me forward again until I’m standing before him. Keeping his eyes on mine, he slides my shorts down my legs, and when they get to my feet, I step from them.

“One of the girls might come in,” I say.

“They can watch if they want.”

“Does that turn you on?” I ask.

“There’s not much that doesn’t turn me on.” His hands move up my legs, and I’m sure he sees my panties are already wet. His thumbs slide up my inner thighs and finally press against my pussy. Every muscle in my body tenses with anticipation. Why is he going so slow? Why not just lay me back and fuck me.

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