Page 21 of A Biker for Noelle
Torin stares down at me, his hooded gaze intense. He doesn’t say a word, but words are not needed. With one look, he conveys everything. I start to squirm in my chair because the butterflies are back, and they are not in my stomach.
This time, it’s my brother who interrupts both mine and Torin’s lust-filled haze.
“Can I go play my game?”
Confused, I turn my attention toward Zack. “Your what?”
Zack jumps up from the table and puts his dirty plate in the sink. “My game. Torin got me an Xbox.”
Stunned, I look at Torin. “You got him an Xbox?”
Torin shrugs.
“That’s… Torin, those things cost a fortune. I don’t know how long it will take for me to pay you back for something like that.”
Torin sets his cup down on the table. “Go on, bud, while I talk to your sister. But I want you to be ready to leave in an hour. I’m taking you guys out today.”
“Okay!” Zack dashes down the hall toward the bedroom.
The next thing I know, I come face to face with an angry Torin. “Let me make something clear. I do not, nor will I ever want you to think you will pay me back for anything I do for you and Zack. I take care of what’smine.”
“Your… what’s yours?” My heart feels like it’s about to beat right out of my chest when Torin grips the back of my neck, pulling me close so our noses touch.
“Mine,” he declares just before his mouth crashes down on mine, stealing my next breath. Lost in his taste, I wrap my arms around his neck. The next thing I know, I’m hauled out of the chair. Torin palms my butt as he sets me down on top of the kitchen table. On instinct, I hook my legs around his hips,pulling him flush against my center. A gasp escapes past my lips when his jean-covered erection comes in contact with my clit. “Oh, God.” I shamelessly seek more friction.
“Does my girl need to come?” The sound of Torin’s husky voice makes me shiver.
“Yes.”
The moment the confession is out of my mouth, Torin slips his hand between our bodies and passes the elastic of my sleep shorts. The second his hand connects with my pussy, all thoughts of the outside world cease to exist. Slowly one of his fingers enters me at the same time as his thumb presses against my clit. “So fuckin’ wet. So responsive. I can’t wait to have this pussy wrapped around my cock.” Torin’s crude words only add fuel to my fire as my orgasm starts to build. “That’s it, baby. Fuck my hand. Show me how bad you wish it was my dick you were ridin’.”
The thought of having Torin inside me is my undoing.
Torin’s mouth on mine captures my cries as my nails dig into his back.
The seconds tick by, and slowly, my post-euphoric brain fog disappears, and reality comes crashing down on me.
Torin must sense my change. “Don’t worry, baby. Zack’s still in his room, and I can hear his TV.”
My body relaxes, but I’m no less mortified. Zack could have come out of his bedroom at any time. “I can’t believe I just did that.”
“Noelle.” Torin helps me down from the table, but I can’t see his eyes. “Baby, look at me,” he orders.
Sighing, I do as he asks while hating that he can see how red my face is. “Letting men I hardly know put their hands down my pants on their dining room table is not something I normally do.”
Torin’s nostrils flare. “First of all, I don’t want to hear you say shit about other men, hypothetical or not. And second, we may not know each other well, but I fuckin’ love that you trusted me enough to let yourself go a few minutes ago.”
I chew on my bottom lip and think about what Torin just said. “You’re right. I do trust you.”
Torin cups my face between the palms of his hands. “We good?”
I nod. “Yeah, we’re good.”
“All right.” He kisses me. “Go get cleaned up and changed. I’m taking you and Zack out today.”
I beam up at him. “Where are you taking us?”
“You’ll see.” He swats my butt. “Now go.”
