Page 17 of Toxic Biker

“They can’t help us? What do you think we should do next?” I hate not having all the answers for her. I can’t stand feeling like I’m failing her, it’s ripping me up inside. Sure, I’m upset over my childhood best friend being missing, but this woman in front of me has my head and emotions all over the place. I already can’t help my mother, so wanting to be Lacey’s hero hit me extra hard, I thought it was something I could actually fix. Once again, the fucking universe is proving me to be useless.

“We’re getting on my bike and going back to the club. You were sitting at the table with me, heard what I heard,” I say rather than offering to comfort her or explain what I’m thinking. I hate feeling this way, and the only answer I have at the moment is to try to push her away a bit and catch my breath.

She nods, expression shuttering as she closes herself off to me. I’ll let her for now, but not for long. We get to the bike and my hand finds her bicep as I tug her into my chest. She looks away, and it’s a knife straight to my heart. I thought the fucking thing was dead, but apparently it still has a few beats left in it when it comes to her.

“Stop that shit, right the fuck now. I get to be pissed; you get to be perfect. You feel me?”

“How is that fair?”

“It’s not, but newsflash, Jailbait, life isn’t fair to any of us.”

“I’m not perfect,” she mutters, trying to pull from me, but I don’t allow her to go. Rather, I grip her harder, leaning in to lightly rest my forehead against hers.

“Don’t be that way. I’m the moodyBastardin this relationship. We both can’t hold that role.” And considering I already have her high up on a pedestal, she needs to let me be the rotten one between us.

“We’re in a relationship now?”

She caught that, huh? Well, fuck. I keep slipping, not meaning to, but shit is just too easy when it comes to her. “You’re my best friend’s little sister, we’ve always had a relationship.”

“I’m not little, I’m younger. And play it off like that, but you know it’s not the truth. I don’t let any of my brother’s friends eat my pussy when they feel like it,” she calls me out and I love this side of her. She’s a breath of fresh air as cliché as that sounds.

My mouth waters, remembering how she tasted, how she squirmed and mewled, sexy right down to her pink-painted toenails. Maybe I’ll suck on those next time, too, and see how much she squirms. “No one better be eating that juicy cunt except me,” I rumble, jerking her to get on the bike after I climb on and steady it for her. At this rate, no other man will ever touch her, I wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“Or what?” she has the nerve to ask, so I tell her the truth.

“I’ll kill them. It’ll be the last snatch they see before they’re dreaming six feet under the dirt.”

Chapter 8

Doubting yourself is normal, but letting it stop you is a choice. - Mel Robbins

Lacey

I get it, he’s frustrated, it’s no secret. So am I, and it only serves to make me want him more. All these interruptions have only added to the buildup of us not getting to be intimate yet together. When it finally happens, we may burst into flames at this rate. I’m going crazy inside for him.

He allows me to climb off his bike first, and I pause, holding him in place so he stays where he’s at. His confused stare finds mine briefly before I step into his space, my thighs pressing against the side of his leg. It only takes a moment to register what I want, and he’s dragging me closer, arm wrapping around my waist as his lips find mine. The kiss is consuming, his mouth easily dominating mine, but I’d expect nothing less. He’s already wound up and me tempting him further only tests the grip he has on the leash holding him in check.

With a needy groan reflecting my desire building for him, he’s lifting and shifting me until I’m on the bike with him, but in the front and facing him. We make out like it’s the only thing left to do in the world, tasting each other so thoroughly I’ll never be able to kiss another man and not think of Asher when doing so. He’s ruined kissing for me, and I can’t be angry over it because with him, it’s that good. His hands on my thighs have me scooting closer, my legs over the tops of his until his hands move to my butt to shift my body even closer. Fully on his lap, my pussy matches up to the rock-hard cock restrained in his jeans and the pressure has us both moaning low in our throats. His hips thrust up while tugging me into his thrust and the pressure to my clit has my vision blurring with bright stars appearing overhead. He continues the movement over and over, kissing up and down my throat, sucking, licking, biting. I’m too far gone in the motions and the sensations. I’m lost to anything else in the world but him and I and how he’s making my body feel.

“You test me, fuck, you make me lose myself,” he rasps as his mouth moves lower, biting my tit over my shirt. Another thrust, another moan, and I’m spiraling. Head thrown back, eyes to the heavens as Asher grabs my breasts, his big hands squeezing and pushing them together so he can press his face between them, and I swear I’ve died. Bliss, pure and sinful, slams into me as my orgasm crashes over me. I scream through the orgasm, too consumed by the man pressed against me to remember we’re in a public place.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, chest moving with his quick breaths and pounding heart. “Made me come in my pants, baby. Can’t remember the last time that happened and here you got me on my bike, dreaming of your wet cunt, while coming like a motherfucking geyser.”

My slack jawed expression morphs into a pleased smile, then I’m pressing my forehead against his. A quiet laugh escapes me and with it, he leans in to press a soft kiss to the tip of my nose.

“Fuckin’ cute, Lacey, you know that? Now get off so we can get the fuck outta here and go inside. I need to change.”

His words have me climbing off while snickering and watching him climb off, knowing his pants are splashed all over inside with the evidence he lost his control with me. As soon as he’s close again, he grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers, and it hits me that ever since I showed up here, he’s been holding my hand every chance he gets. It’s sweet, and at first, I thought it was just to lead me into the club, but now I know it’s just him wanting to touch me.

It’s been a while since I’ve dated a guy, but I think that’s what I can consider this between us. At least I hope so, because I don’t want it to only be sexual chemistry and acts in exchange for protection. I want him to need more, like I do. “Asher?” I say his name and then brace for him to lose his head over me forgetting to call him his road name, but he doesn’t. Instead, he meets my gaze, brows raised, as he waits for whatever I’m going to say. “This thing, between us, i-is it just physical in exchange for helping me, or do you really like me?”

He pauses, stepping into my space. His hand moves to cup my cheek as his head tilts, his irises taking in every inch of my face before he admits, “Wanting you is toxic to me.”

My entire demeanor crumbles at his words. I thought I wanted the truth, but I wasn’t expecting it to hurt when I received it.

“Hey,” he catches me turning my head away, bringing me back to meet his intense stare. He presses a gentle kiss to my lips, and it hurts because I crave him so fiercely. “It could never just be physical with you. I thought I could draw the line, but you mean too much to me. You always have.”

My teeth sink into my cheek as my heart soars. His words are the validation I need, and I instantly launch myself at him, wrapping my arms around me. This time when our mouths meet, I pour every ounce of passion and feeling I can into our kiss. I want him to know he is everything to me. I hold on for dear life, pushing my desperation for him into the kiss with each swipe of my tongue until he pulls away, panting. “We need to get inside, my dick is not getting any softer and I’m about to start removing your clothes.”

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