Page 54 of Sunshine
“Then why are you out in the middle of the night walking around alone after I specifically asked you not to be?” I cock a brow at her. I’m annoyed that she disobeyed me. Which sounds very high-handed, but I can’t make sure she’s okay with two fucking weirdos out there if she’s being reckless and giving them opportunities.
She releases her lip and licks it. My cock lurches at the sight, so I head for the trailer before my dick finds the slit in the towel and she sees exactly how much she affects me.
I turn back as I reach the door of the trailer. “You coming in? I don’t make a habit of hanging around outside in a towel.” My eyes drop to her hard nipples, and I press my lips inappreciation, remembering the taste of them. While I’m lost in this reverie, she runs at me, closing the distance between us. It’s a full-on attack as she leaps at me. I fumble, dropping the towel, but catch her with ease. Holding her body against mine, our eyes lock.
“Hi,” I say, her mouth inches from mine. “Glad you came on up to see me, but you’ll still be explaining yourself.”
“That’s corny,” she says in her usual sass, but before I can comment, she presses that saucy mouth to mine and kisses the hell out of me.
Christ.
With her mouth still on mine, I shift her so I can free one arm to open the inside trailer door. Her legs wrap tightly around my waist and her hands grip and tug on my shoulders as she shifts lower, her hot center pressing against my cock. Lowering her mouth, she kisses, licks and sucks my neck as I crash through the door into the tiny kitchenette.
Looking for a place to set her down, I curse the cluttered counter and tabletop. With a sweep of my free arm, I toss everything on the counter to the floor, deciding the papers on the table shouldn’t be disturbed. My plastic coffee mug, wooden spoon from the scrambled eggs I’d had for breakfast, and the camping plate I ate them off, all clean where I left them to dry on a towel, clatter to the floor. The plate circles for several seconds before stopping and clattering to its side.
Propping her ass onto the counter I grab her hands, folding our fingers and pinioning them up against the cupboards above us. I hold her there, taking control, kissing her neck, collarbone and cleavage before devouring her mouth again. She tastes sweet, and a little salty from the sea air and her hair smells of mangos this time.
Releasing her hands so I can hold both of her wrists in one of mine, I take her chin in my free hand. “Why are you here? Why did you leave the cottage after I told you not to?”
“I would think that’s obvious, biker.” She grins. “To collect the rent.”
“If you want an even redder ass, keep up the sass.”
“Nice rhyming, little boy.”
I growl. “Sunshine, say the words.”
She pauses, biting her lip and looking up to the right in thought. “Property inspection?”
“Tessa, you’re pushing my buttons.” Releasing her chin, I swat the fleshiest part of her hip. She gasps but the heat in her eyes flares to sizzling.
She smirks, her gaze traveling down to my hard cock nestled between her open thighs. Her pink tongue flicks out and I grit my teeth to keep from ripping a hole in her tights and driving inside her.
“I know I’m intimidating but really, Mr. Biker, I expected more from you.” She yawns. “I was bored. Thought I’d give you another chance but obviously you don’t know what to do with that glorious gift God gave you.” Her eyes shoot down to my dick again.
“Liar.” I narrow my eyes as she shrugs. “Are you aware of the saying?”
“What saying?”
“Liar, liar, pants on fire?”
“This again? Are you practicing becoming a rapper? All this rhyming is weird otherwise. And if you are, I think you’re in trouble because unless it’s rapping for toddlers it’s a big miss.”
“You know what I’m not going miss with?”
“Do tell?”
I grab her arm, yanking her off the counter and in a smooth move I could probably never pull off again, I prop my leg onthe bench of the kitchen table and pull her across my knee. She makes an oof sound as she goes over, legs dangling.
I yank her pants down along with her panties, dragging them to her knees by the crotch. Their dampness makes my nostrils flare and my jaw tense. Have I ever wanted a woman more?
“I’m not going to miss with the wooden spoon,” I say, reaching down and scooping the spoon from the spot it landed on the floor. I set it on the table. She looks back at me, a scowl on her mouth, but mischief in her eyes.
“Nope, not going to happen.” I move the spoon out of her reach as she grabs for it. She squirms on my lap but I grip her middle. “You’re not going anywhere this time, Sunshine, and Jake and his shotgun are too far away to save you.”
She curses and I chuckle.
“Hurry up then. Exact your revenge, biker.”
