Page 4 of Her Mysterious Biker
Before I can put on my t-shirt, my eyes drift back to his leather vest. “Just this once,” I tell myself, striding over to the chair. I lift the leather vest to my nose and inhale deeply. The combination of leather with a hint of driftwood, along with his natural scent, has me clenching my thighs tightly.
With a sigh, I lower his vest, planning to hang it back on the chair, but at the last second, I surrender to the temptation and slip my arms into his vest, letting it hang off my shoulders, hitting me mid-thigh. The feel of the lining of the vest against my bare breasts makes my nipples tighten into hard peaks, and I moan at the sensation.
A vision of the two of us making love by the lake, with me wearing only his leather vest, pops into my head, causing me to moan again, but only louder this time.
The sound of the bed creaking catches my attention, and I look over at Orion. I brace myself for him to yell at me for wearing his cut when I’m not his old lady. Instead, I see him still asleep, a faint smile on his lips.
With a sigh of relief, I quickly slip out of his vest, put it back on the chair, and throw on my T-shirt. I stare at his sleeping form, debating my next move. I only have the one bedroom, and my couch is more of a love seat than a full-length couch. Besides, what if he needs something in the middle of the night? I should be here for him.
Convinced that sleeping in the same bed as him is for his benefit, not mine, I pull back the covers and crawl in beside him. It takes me a couple of hours to fully drift off to sleep. But when I do, it’swith dreams of his large arms wrapping around me and holding me tight.
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Orion
The sunlight shines throughthe window, waking me up, and the first thing I notice is that my headache is gone. The second is that a half-naked sleeping Stevie is sprawled across my bare chest. The T-shirt she’s wearing is bunched up around her hips, leaving her in just a pair of tiny pink lacepanties separating her from my boxer briefs and my raging hard shaft.
Her hard nipples press against the soft, thin fabric of her shirt and into my chest, causing me to grind my teeth in agony. I tighten my hold around her curves, realizing they’ve been wrapped around her body while we slept.
I can feel the damp heat radiating from her lace-covered pussy as the tip of my cock notches against her clit. The need to grind against her is so strong. I try to fight it, but I can only handle so much. Like a damn horny teenager, I grip her hips and push my hips upward, pressing against her tightly, my cock throbbing at the feel of her. She moans in her sleep, bringing me back to reality.
Damn, what was I thinking?
She took me in and cared for me when I was at my most vulnerable. And how do I repay her? I dry hump her while she’s still sleeping—even though there is nothing dry about her soaking wet panties.
Feeling like a creep, I gently roll her off my chest, immediately missing her warm curves, making sure not to wake her. Hopping out of bed, I find my clothes and dress quickly.
As I slip on my leather vest, a vision of her wearing it in only her panties flashes through my mind. It had to have been a dream, but seeing her wearing my cut makes me harder than I’ve ever been, even if it was only a dream.
I take one last look at her sleeping body before I turn and walk away from the best night of my life, headache and all.
***
I make it back to the club just in time for Church—my mind still on Stevie and how amazing it felt to wake up with her in my arms.
“I have it from a reliable source that Scooter Girl is in trouble with some dangerous people. Seems like she saw something they didn’t want her to see.”
I jerk to attention when I hear Prez say Scooter Girl.
“Stevie. Her name is Stevie. Not Scooter Girl.” I growl, wanting my brothers to understand she has a real name and isn't just a random person with a nickname.
My body tenses, and my mind races at the thought of anyone wanting to harm my girl. She might not actually be mine, but I still won’t let anyone hurt her.
“We believe it’s the Sons of Decimation. We’ve been monitoring their activities. It seems they have more members than we initially thought," Prez continues. “We need someone on the inside to protect her until we settle this.” Prez shifts his gaze to me. “Rumor has it your bike was seen parked outside Stevie’s house all night last night. You’re the best person for the job, Torch. It’s the perfect cover to protect her—you’ve already set the stage by spending the night.” I open my mouth to deny his claim, but I can't deny where I spent last night. The proof wasout there in the open for everyone to see. “We need to lure them out. What better way than to make them think you two are hopelessly in love and not expecting an attack," he continues.
“Prez is right. We need to protect Stevie and draw these bastards out. I don’t want them harming any more of our women,” Deadeye says. He recently had a confrontation with the Sons of Decimation, trying to exploit his woman’s trusting nature by deceiving her into helping them with some illegal activities.
I still don’t like the idea of using Stevie as bait. Prez must sense my hesitation. “Don’t worry,” he says. “I’ll have a few of the new Prospects watching over both of you. All you need to do is act like the lovestruck boyfriend and stay by her side constantly.”
That certainly won’t be a problem for me. She already has my heart—she just doesn’t know it yet.
“Alright, boys, that’s it for today.” Prez ends the meeting, leaving me to my thoughts.
“Come on, man. We all know you’re crazy about that girl.” Diesel slaps my shoulder as we walk out of the room. “Hell, the only reason none of the single guys stopped to help her yesterday is because everyone knows that you’ve already claimed her, whether you’re ready to admit it to yourself or not.” Diesel shakes his head as he walks away.
***
I keep thinking about Diesel’s words as I park my bike behind the grocery store, slip off my helmet, and place it in my saddle bag. Am I really that obvious?
