Page 11 of One Night with the Biker

“Oh my god, Reese, that feels so good.” She licked her lips, her eyes glazed. “You feel so good.”

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she released a wail, falling apart under me and tipping me over the edge. As I spilled my seed inside her, the pressure that had been building in my balls and at the base of my spine released and left nothing but bone-deep satisfaction.

Afterward, I drew her into my arms again.

“That was amazing,” she said groggily. “I can become addicted to you.”

I wanted to clean her up, but I hated to move away from the warmth of her body. I hadn’t fucked since the day before Trinity’s death and I’d been awake since the early morning hours, so I allowed my exhaustion to claim me.

Piss awakened me. More specifically,needinga piss. Sometime during the night, Ainsley had stolen all the covers. Now, they were tangled around her legs. Smiling and shaking my head, I carefully tugged my arm from under her head and went in search of the bathroom, wondering if I’d find fucking unicorns and rainbows on the walls. Only two other doors stood in the hallway. I opened the closest one first and found a closet filled with towels, bed sheets, and an extra comforter.

Behind the second door, I hit the jackpot. Once I relieved my bladder, I headed to the kitchen for a bottled water. A half empty case sat on the counter, so I took one and drank the entire bottle within seconds. Turning to go back to the bedroom, a picture frame caught my eye. The words ‘Best Big Brother’ were chiseled at the top of the wooden frame.

Bending to better see the man who wanted her to give up her fucking life on a motherfucker like Dayton Morgan, I blinked. Squinted. Blinked again. Fuck, I even straightened and bent again.

A tall man with skin slightly darker than Ainsley’s smirked toward the camera. Even from the photo, his smirk mocked me and my nostrils flared.

Roman Mac was Ainsley’s brother. I wasn’t sure how since they had different last names, but it didn’t fucking matter. Whether she knew my club and her brother’s club were archrivals, I didn’t know and I sure as shit didn’t give a fuck. She could’ve mentioned that her brother was a fucking biker.

I stormed back to the bedroom and went for my guns. Roman killed Trinity and she was an innocent victim. An eye for a fucking eye. It was only right I took Ainsley from him.

I stalked to her side of the bed, lifted the gun…and couldn’t do it. She was sweet and soft in slumber. I doubted I could’ve pulled the trigger had she been awake. She was an alluring combination of hellcat, chatterbox, and angel. Trinity needed avenging, but I couldn’t use Ainsley to do it.

Brushing my lips over hers, I backed away and dressed quietly, hoping she didn’t awaken. I’m not sure how I would’ve responded in such a confrontation.

I didn’t know where my disappointment came from. She was just a random girl. Even if I’d seen her again, the relationship would’ve fizzled eventually.

They always did.

The evening I’d spent with Ainsley slid through my mind. When I’d asked for her brother’s name, she hadn’t answered.

Fuck.

She knew our clubs were mortal enemies. It was why she hadn’t turned on the light in her living room when we’d arrived.

I glowered at her. Before I shook the fuck out of her, I snatched up my keys and walked out of her bedroom. A big photo on her living room wall grabbed my attention. It wasn’t Roman or his father or even Ainsley as a child. It was her mother, a pretty black woman with gorgeous brown eyes.

Ainsley was biracial. I would’ve pegged her as Latina or Greek, not half black. Not that it mattered. She was my enemy’ssister. If she was a fucking Navi, it wouldn’t have changed a thing.

Without another word, I left and went to my bike. Before I rode away, I texted Ainsley.

Lose my fucking number.

I’d also block her because I never wanted to hear from her again and I refused to tempt myself if she ignored my order and called me anyway.

Shoving Kylie away from me and throwing the covers aside, I stumbled out of bed and made it to the bathroom for a piss. Once I washed my hands and threw cold water on my face, I gazed into the dingy bathroom mirror. Bloodshot eyes stared back at me. Stubbly jaw. Unkempt hair. And just general fucking exhaustion.

Taking Kylie away was supposed to be a fuck fest and a break from all the bullshit. She wanted me to put her on the back of my bike asmine. I wasn’t sure I wanted that or could give myself to her or any woman ever again. Not after the way Trinity playedme for a fucking jackass.

She’d ripped away the small piece of my heart not reserved for my little sister. I don’t know who the fuck sent me the video of her and Reese motherfucking Sinclair, where she was proclaiming her love and begging that fuckhead for a shot.Twofucking days after she claimed she carriedmygoddamn baby. If I could kill that two-timing bitch again, I would.

Not only had she fucking played me, but she’d made me Reese’s sloppy seconds.

Cunt.

Clenching my jaw, I scrubbed a hand over my face, then splashed more water to cool my temper and to wake the fuck up, so I could call Ainsley. She hated when I went on benders, but somehow always knew. The kid was brilliant.

She had a bright future ahead of her. I knew she disliked Dayton. I couldn’t stand that prick either, but shit kicked off on a dime. Since Trinity’s death, the Bloody Scorpions and Royal Bastards had been circling one another, seeking the perfect opportunity to strike and resume our deadly feud so I needed Ainsley safely away.

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