Page 29 of Mile High With the Bikers
“That's so good,” she groans, barely audible over the shower.
I totally fucking agree. Eagle-eye could come in and plug a round into my skull for this and it would still be worth it. The chemistry between us is setting off warning bells. I don’t like feeling out of control, and this girl is wrapping us around her little finger without even trying, but I’m not sure I care.
My mouth goes to her throat, tasting the water cascading down her body. We rock against each other, her doing her best to thrust against me while I pound her into the shower wall. My strokes lengthen and get more and more intense as we lose ourselves in each other. I risk moving a hand to her tit, playing with her nipple while I drive my cock deep, over and over, drowning it in her slick, velvety pussy. I fucking growl, unable to hold back. This girl drives me fucking wild.
“I'm going to—” is all she gets out before her head snaps back, the sound echoing in the shower as she goes tight as a fucking vice around me as she comes.
I fuck her through it until her throaty moans turn to tired whimpers, and then do the hardest thing I've done in my whole fucking life: pull out.
“Fuuuuck.” I groan as I come so hard that it feels like I'm being turned inside out.
My teeth sink into her pale throat and my hips jerk, coating her belly and even those perfect tits. When my orgasm finally plays itself out, I kiss her neck and lean my forehead against the tile, breathing hard. It takes all my strength to stay upright and not let her fall. Slowly, her legs loosen from my hips and I lower her to the floor.
“God, that was…” She runs her hands down my chest, stopping to run the pads of her thumbs over my nipple rings. Water's still pouring over us, slowly growing cool.
“I’m sorry. You don’t have much reason to trust me, but I swear I never get carried away enough to forget to suit up.” Fuck it was good, but I still feel like an asshole.
She looks up at me with a tiny, shy smirk. “I’m not sure I gave you much choice. I’m… Just so you know, I’m on the pill. Not that I’ve had much need for it until recently, but it helps with my cycle.” Her expression gets more serious. “I’ve never wanted to bring a kid into this world the way I was.”
“I’m glad you’re here,” I say, meaning it in more ways than I’m ready to examine, and press a kiss to the top of her head.
“Me too.”
15
RORY
Someone knockson the door while our stuff is drying in the shared laundry down the hall. All I'm wearing is one of Shrapnel's T-shirts. It's big enough that I can wear it for a dress, but with nothing underneath, I feel a little exposed, so I dash into the bedroom. With just him here, I don’t mind, but I'm not exactly ready for company.
“Who is it?” Shrapnel stalks over to the door in sweatpants, still bare-chested and barefoot. It's a good look for him.
“Open up.” It's Bull.
“Just you?”
“Justus,” Diesel yells through the door. “We're not gonna see anything we haven't.”
I slip back out into the living area, making sure the shirt hem is tucked a little in between my legs to preserve what little modesty I've got left. Their eyes go right to me, and neither looks overly shocked to see me like this.
“Looks like he’s taking good care of you,” Bull says with a laugh.
“When he should be answering his phone.” Diesel comes over to drop into the couch next to me. He pinches the hem of the shirt in his fingers and starts to lift.
“Hey!” I shoo his curious fingers away.
“Anything under that?”
“None of your business,” I say with a huff that earns me a laugh.
“Guess that's our answer.” Bull takes the chair across from me. Probably hoping he'll get a peek. “You know this is exactly the type of shit Prez was warning us about.”
“He should be used to it by now,” Shrapnel says with a shrug. He looks completely unapologetic. “Her clothes should be out of the dryer soon. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Unless her daddy rides in here with a shotgun.”
Bull shakes his head. “This is why you need to keep your phone on. Whittaker is ready to talk.”
“What has he said? Do I have to leave?”
It’s a good thing, I tell myself. Not for me exactly, but it’s my fault their friends are in trouble. If I could stay here forever and forget about everything happening outside the clubhouse, I would. It’s been so easy to distract myself from Hermes and my father’s plans, but that’s not reality.
