Page 28 of Unwrapped

“Luce and Dev are going to love you. Thank god, you aren’t ashamed to say what you what.”

“You don’t think I’m a slut?”

“Honey. My bra was the first to burn back in the seventies.”

“You never got married and drove off into the sunset?”

Her eyes cloud over. “I had my chance and missed it. I never swung at my pitch. Don’t make the same mistake I did. If the right one comes, swing for the fences.”

“Thanks, I’ll remember that.”

After a long hot shower, I pinned my hair up in a bun put on a fresh pair of jeans, a white tee and got to work. Sally and I drank and baked. She even convinced me to take a hit from her“princess pipe”a.k.a medicinal marijuana. We laughed until we cried. She told me her life story including how she met Luce, who married the President of the local MC last summer. Their tumultuous love story was so hot I ended up using the dish towel to fan my face.

Snuggling under the covers, drunk, high, and exhausted. I murmur as I fall into the most delicious dream.

Her walks me back until my ass is pressed flat against the wall. He grins. His lips half hidden by his full beard. I gasp as he bends his head and nuzzles my neck. The beard tickling my sensitive skin. The sensation hardening my nipples to painful diamond points. “You need me, sugar? You need this?” He grunts, pulling my hips into his.

“Yes,” I moan, as his lips kiss their way to my parted mouth. He grunts, planting his feet wide and my hands roam up his thick, muscular back until they reach the back of his head. I gasp as he uses his tongue to part my lips even wider before barreling his way inside.

He kisses like a man.

Takes what the fuck he wants.

It’s raw. Primitive and exactly what I need. His kiss is possessive as his tongue slides over mine again and again. My hands fist in the front of his soft flannel shirt. “More?”

“I want it all.”

His mouth lowers to my collarbone. His hands pull the hem of my sweater up. His meaty palms find my aching breasts begging for his rough touch. I throw my head back not caring we’re in a secluded alcove of the MC’s clubhouse.

“Does it turn you on? … knowing everyone’s watching, listening to you beg for me to make you come?”

“Y-esss.” I bite my lip as he grunts, removes my bra and brushes his beard all over my heated skin. He rolls both my nipples. One with his tongue the other between two fingers. It. Hurts. So. Good.

I thrust my hips needing more of him.

He chuckles. The sound vibrating from my nipple straight down to my core.

He slips a hand inside my jeans.

“Fuck, kitten. You’re so wet for me.” His index finger teases up and down my slit while his thumb skims across my clit screaming for his attention. I cry out loudly as three fingers plunge deep and curl up, teasing me.

His answering growl sounds almost feral against my swollen lips as he kisses me deep while his hand slides in and out of me, pinches my hot button and slides back in.

“Are you gonna come for me, California girl?”

“You…bet…your…backwoods…. ass,” I moan, nipping his lip as white lights explode behind my eyes. He continues to pump his fingers in and put through it all, drawing out the longest orgasm I’ve ever had.

“Good girl.”

My eyes snap to his. His beard is gone. My bad-ass mountain man is none other than the shady dickhead who lent me his overpriced designer coat. My body is plastered to his.

“What? You’re not my type.”

“You sure about that…fur baby?”He rasps, his fingers still moving in and through me.

“Get out of my dream!”

“Glady,” he mocks.

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