Page 30 of The Biker and the Professor
I brush my lips against his. “You have no idea.”
He catches my bottom lip between his teeth. “Want you so bad right now.”
“Good thing I’ll be right across the street.” I reach down and rub his hard-on. “What would you do with me right now if I was a Club Cat?”
He sighs as if exasperated with me. “Ask me what I wantyouto do to me right now, Prof.”
“What do you want me to do, biker boy?”
He darts a quick glance at the door and back. “Take it out.”
I unzip his half-donned overalls, then undo his jeans, and do as he commanded, fisting him.
“Pull up your skirt and straddle me.”
Following instructions, I shimmy up my beige, A-line skirt, and straddle him.
When I do, he moves one hand between my thighs and caresses me, ferreting a stifled moan out of me. Using two fingers, he shifts my panties to the side and begins working his finger magic on me.
Just when I begin to writhe and rock into his touch, he orders, “Sit on me.”
Easing up, I position him, then slowly lower down, sighing with gratifying relief as he fills me. We recently started going bareback after he presented me with a clean checkup and I went on the Pill. Sex with us now is so much more intense.
“Ride me, baby,” he grunts out. “Make it quick. Door’s unlocked.”
With that, I do. I ride him intentionally, determinedly, dedicatedly, with flair and style, with confidence and arrogance…until we both come, with spasming orgasms. Stifling each other’s pleasure-cries with our mouths.
It’s glorious.
After, when we’re back at Nero’s working spot, he opens the passenger door to the Buick he’s working on and snatches up his biker jacket from the seat. He throws it at me, and I catch it in time. “Put that on.”
I glance down at the worn leather. Den of Heathens MC, with a snakehead emblem. “Why?”
“So that when you walk into the compound, everyone will know who you belong to.”
Right. Because I’m supposedly his property, or his Steady, or whatever. I still don’t know how I feel about all that yet. “If I put it on, will it also tell those Club Cats, or whatever, whoyoubelong to?”
For the first time in, like, ever, he gives me a complete, all-American, ear-to-ear grin. “Yeah, babe. It will.”
Chapter 11
Toni
Three Weeks Later
I’ve never beento a bail-bond agency before. With the kind of life that I’ve lived and led, I’ve never needed to.
But here I am, handing over cash and signing on the dotted line.
The call came in at 3:18 AM last Friday—technically Saturday morning, a distraught Cookie shrieking on the other end. The compound had been raided by the cops. Drugs and guns were found, and everyone who was on the compound at the time was thrown in jail, including Nero.
What can I do? What should I do?
Nothing, according to Cookie. The cops had calculatedly chosen the day and time of the raid—the start of the weekend. We would have to wait until Monday to find out who was eligible for bail.
To say I’ve had the bleakest weekend of my life would be an understatement. Knowing Nero was locked up inside that place made me restless, miserable. Despite Cookie assuring me that it wasn’t his first time in jail and that he’d be fine, I still wanted to cry for him.
Monday couldn’t come fast enough. Cookie and I were at the jailhouse before operating hours. When we finally received the names of those who could post bail before seeing a judge first, I sighed in relief. Nero and Kendra were on the list, the only two names I was familiar with. When I asked about Scratch, Cookie informed me that he hadn’t been on the compound at the time of the raid.
