Page 32 of Burly Biker of Misty Mountain

He winced.

“Not exactly. I mean, she could be, but that’s not the point. Sometimes, a club bunny is there for the thrill of bedding a biker. There’s a lot of adrenaline that needs an outlet for both parties involved. But for most club bunnies I’ve talked to, it’s more about comfort, companionship in the moment. Bikers aren’t exactly reliable relationship material, so it’s easier to keep your options open. Jesus, I didn’t expect to be having this conversation right now.”

Oh. I couldn’t imagine living that way, but there were many things about Maverick’s lifestyle that I couldn’t wrap my head around.

I was lucky—growing up sheltered, loved, and protected from the world in a small town. Other people didn’t have that. They had to make the most of whatever cards they’d been dealt, and if that meant sharing the bed of a biker who welcomed them with open arms, then so be it.

But I understood now why Maverick had his hackles up when Pretty Boy had called me bunny. And why he was reluctant to explain it to me.

“That’s not you though,” Maverick added, clenching his jaw. “You’re not a bunny and you never will be. You’remine.”

The gravel-roughness of his voice surprised me, sending a shiver racing across my skin.

“I need to know who I belong to,” I whispered."Tell me your name. Please?"

He was silent for a moment, and I could have sworn the tips of his ears turned red. But I couldn’t be certain in the dim light. Then he shook his head, pressing a kiss to my hip.

“You’ll laugh,” he replied. “And I’ll be damned if I ruin the mood when I’ve got you beneath me like this, looking so fucking perfect. It’s bad enough bringing up Pretty Boy and club bunnies, for Christ’s sake. You’re ruining my pillow talk.”

Before I could protest, Maverick had my shirt up, nuzzling his face between my breasts, nipping and kissing them. My skin buzzed with electricity from his mouth, the sandpaper roughness of his stubble, and my brain went blissfully blank. I arched into him, clutching a fistful of his hair to hold him in place.

“Not fair,” I gasped. “You’re about to take my virginity, but I only know your road name."

Maverick swore faintly under his breath and started to pull my sneakers and socks off, unbuttoning my jeans.

“That’s one hell of a guilt trip, dove.”

“You know I have a point,” I countered.

He sighed and leaned over me, removing my shirt. As soon as my head was free of the fabric, I placed a hand on his bicep with a pleading look.

“Fuck, don’t do that, baby,” Maverick said. “I can’t—the puppy eyes…”

I giggled, and felt bold enough to dance my fingers along the edge of his belt, tugging at the buckle. He huffed and caught my wrist, pressing a kiss into my palm.

“It’s Felix,” he begrudgingly admitted. “Felix Hurst.”

A smile bloomed across my face.

“That’sadorable.”

“Goddamn it,” he muttered, pinning my wrist to the bed. “And that’s exactly why I go by Maverick. I have a reputation to maintain.”

I grinned up at him, bumping my nose against his.

“Of course you do. You’re a big, burly biker, with a fear of commitment the size of Texas.”

He breathed a laugh, pinching my lower lip between his teeth. The slightest shift of his hips brought him in contact with my aching core, grinding the hard ridge of his cock against me. A wrecked sound escaped my lips, part shock at the sensation, and part desperation for more.

Maverick smirked as he smoothed my hair back and eased himself down on top of me, until his naked chest was pressed to mine, with only the thin fabric of my bra separating us. He hummed against my lips, triumphant.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re just begging to be fucked senseless, aren’t you?”

My faceflamed.Because yes, I was.

Maverick sucked on my neck, grinding harder until I was smothered in the mattress and enveloped by his weight. When he unzipped my fly and slipped his hand down my jeans,brushing my clit, a hot rush of pleasure jolted through me like lightning.

“I’ve been waiting for this ever since I met you,” Maverick murmured, inches away from my lips. He pressed up into my g-spot with two fingers, making my thighs tremble. “Bare and beautiful and so needy that you can’t stand it.”

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