Page 23 of Riot

One side of his mouth turns up and my eyes dip to his lips. Jesus, they’re perfect and even though he’s got scruff around his face, his lips look soft. Juicy. Good enough to suck on. My eyes wander farther south, and I can see a bulge I’d bet would be even better to suck on.

His sharp intake of breath has my eyes flicking back to his face, my cheeks flushing.

“You keep checkin’ me out like that, angel, I might have to show you what I mean.”

He smirks, moving past me.

This man seriously lights a fire inside me that is new to me. I’ve never been this sexually attracted to a man before, but then again, I’ve only dated douchebags in the past, and they weren’t even that good in bed. I can’t imagine Riot not being good at sex. He oozes it. Everything about him in those tight jeans and t-shirt that wraps around his muscles and hugs his body tells me he’s experienced and knows how to please a woman. Holy shit, now I’m thinking about him pleasing me… Make it stop.

“Two hundred and four,” I call out as Riot leads the way.

The motel doesn’t seem that bad, it’s got a fresh coat of paint and seems to be in a nicer area of town. Not that we’ll be spending much time indoors. The next few days will be jam packed, and I’ll be helping Kyle out in the surveillance van while the others track down and question leads about the trafficking ring in the area. Money talks, that much we know.

When we come to a stand-still, Riot moves slightly so I can slide in front and unlock the door with the giant key. Why do they make keys so big? Just as I think it, I brush up against Riot’s body and I hear him hiss. Don’t look now, Halo, but there’s something suspicious digging into the top of your butt cheek. I mean, he couldn’t be hard. Not because of little old me.

I’m nothing like any of the girls he’s probably used to. The MC is well known for having hordes of pretty, buxom, thin model-like women floating around with barely any clothes on. I’m not under any delusions that I’m anything like those girls. But Riot seems to like what he sees and that makes me tingle between my legs.

I haven’t had sex in so long, I’ve almost forgotten what it’s like.

I might jiggle the key a little, trying to get the handle to turn on purpose so I can bend and brush up against him again.

“Fuck,” I hear him mutter.

I turn. “You okay, Riot?”

His eyes are squeezed shut and I’ve never seen such a sight of pleasure and pure agony all rolled into one. He’s angelic. He can’t be angelic, it’s not allowed. He’s a biker and I’m supposed to be here for my friend, not drooling over him and hoping he’ll take control and pull me into his bed.

I like a man who takes control. He doesn't have to be heavy handed, but knowing what he wants is a big turn on.

Blue eyes staring at me jolts me out of my daydream. “Nothin’ a cold shower won’t fix.”

I have no words for him. Why take a cold shower when we could just see where the road takes us? Like a bucket of cold ice being tipped over me, I hear Kyle yelling something down to Star as he mounts the stairs. Shit. I almost forgot about Kyle. Some friend I am.

I unlock the door for real this time, and step inside. The room is fairly small, as predicted, with two double beds.

“He really gonna be sharin’ this crib?” Riot doesn’t sound happy. He also knows there’s nothing going on between me and Kyle and that Kyle prefers the company of other men. We’re also friends, so, ew.

I set my purse down on one of the beds. “Yes, and I’m fine with it. Kyle’s a good guy.”

“Don’t doubt it, but this is kinda close.” He drops my suitcase down and nods to the bed situation.

“It’s fine,” I whisper, hearing Kyle approaching. “We’ve shared a room before.”

He piques an eyebrow just as Kyle enters the room. “No bell hop around here for my bags.” He gives me a side eye and Riot a smirk.

“That’s because you packed way too much shit,” Riot informs him.

Kyle tests out the springs on the bed, sitting on his ass and bouncing as I facepalm myself “Hey, looking this good takes a little time.”

“You good?” Riot looks annoyed.

Kyle thumbs his chest. “Me? Yeah, I’m good. Hungry though, we might go grab some lunch, there’s a diner next door. I get hangry when my blood sugar levels get low.”

I try not to wince. Poor Kyle. While I’m quite aware of what Riot is referring to, it’s still impolite to get annoyed with Kyle for simply being here. He didn’t have much choice in the matter, and we’re lucky to have him. He’s the best hacker next to Rock and Jett from the club, and a wiz with surveillance.

“What about those protein energy bars I got for you?” I say, ever the mother hen. “If your blood sugar drops too low, you could go into shock.” He’s also a diabetic and that isn’t anything to joke around about.

He blows me a kiss as he exits the room. “I ate them already.”

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