Page 17 of Biker's Temptation
My body belonged to him.My orgasm belonged to him.My fucking pussy belonged to him.He commanded, and I obeyed.
I came suddenly, squeezing his cock so hard with my pussy that I thought for sure I would hurt him.He groaned roughly, his pace stuttering briefly, but he recovered and pounded me through the successive waves of ecstasy.I held tight to his forearm, certain he was going to fuck me right off the bed if I wasn’t careful.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, when it was too much, I pulled his hand away from my clit, forcing his fingers off me.He bit down on my shoulder, not enough to bruise but enough to remind me who was in control.I whimpered and melted into him, letting him push me onto my back.
He shifted my thighs and crawled on top of me.In the next heartbeat, he was buried inside me again.His mouth captured mine, our tongues tangling erotically.His thrusts were steady as he chased his own climax.I clung to his shoulders, running my greedy fingers over the dark tattoos marking his skin.
Gazing up at him, staring up into his green eyes, I felt happiness like I had never imagined.I felt safe.Secure.Like I belonged here, right under this man.I felt a word burning the tip of my tongue, a word I thought for sure I would never feel again.
And, in a way, I was right.The so-called love I had shared with Cade was nothing to this.It didn’t even compare to what Shane inspired in me.That old “love” was something juvenile and toxic.This new and blossoming love was mature and good, and I never wanted it to end.
“Melissa.”Shane moaned my name one last time before burying his face against my throat.He shuddered and shook, and I tightened my legs around his waist.I held him there, cradled between my thighs, and stroked his back as he enjoyed his orgasm.
Later, after we tidied ourselves, we ended up back in my bed.Face to face on our sides, we embraced and held tight.As we clutched onto each other, I nuzzled into his neck and caressed the back of his head.Vulnerable and soft, I asked, “Stay the night?”
He brushed his lips against my temple and stroked his hand along my spine.“You’ve wrecked me so hard I couldn’t move my legs to leave even if this house was on fire.”
We both laughed and nestled in closer.Wrapped in his brawny arms, I felt safe and secure for the first time in ages.As my heavy eyelids drifted together, I couldn’t help but wonder if I was finally right where I was always meant to be.
Chapter six
Shane
Withatowelwrappedaround my waist, I nosily poked around Melissa’s bathroom in search of the extra toothbrushes she had mentioned last night.I found them in the second drawer and grabbed one.As I brushed my teeth, I looked over the neatly organized bottles and tubes and vials of skincare.She had them arranged on a rotating tower.
There was a basket of tightly rolled bright white towels next to it and another organizer with typical bathroom needs like cotton swabs and floss picks and nail clippers.She had a variety of potted plants including some of the biggest ferns I had ever seen.I planned to ask her about those later.Every time I had tried to keep a fern alive, I had failed.
When I was done brushing my teeth, I quietly stepped out of Melissa’s bathroom.The bathroom door had other ideas, and it squealed as I pushed it open.Wincing, I glanced at the bed to see if the squeaky hinges had woken her.She was right where I had left her, arm slung over the now empty space I had occupied until a short while ago.
I stood there for a minute, admiring the sight of her so peaceful and relaxed.Sunlight filtered through her wooden blinds and onto the bed, painting her brown skin with warm golden hues.I still couldn’t believe this beautiful woman had invited me into her bed, had let me touch her and taste her.
For the first time in my life, I wanted more than a few wild nights, a few heady weeks of high-octane sex and drama.I wanted something that lasted.
As I slipped back into my clothes from last night, I added the bathroom door hinges to my mental to-do list.She hadn’t been kidding about all the projects that needed to be handled around this place.
Even with all the work it needed, the Italianate house had been worth every penny she’d paid for it.You couldn’t get a lot this size on the island anymore, and definitely not with mature trees that had survived hurricanes and tropical storms.The bones of the house were sturdy, and if she gave it a little more TLC, it would last another generation or two.
I cringed when my belt buckle clanked loudly in the quiet room.My wallet chain jingled as I tucked my wallet back into the pocket of my jeans, and I rolled my eyes at how loud I was getting dressed.I was like a damned bull in a china shop.
My gaze drifted to the antique dresser and mirror across the room.I had noticed it last night, but my main focus had been the beautiful woman inviting me into her bed.Now, though, I had some time to admire the solid mahogany piece.
The antique mirror had that smoky patina I loved so much.I ran my hands over the sturdy wood, feeling the old varnish under my fingertips.The dips and chips and scuffs needed some attention.I traced the skilled carving and motifs, calculating how many hours had gone into this work.
The hardware had been replaced sometime in the last decade, but there were better options available today, more period appropriate.I wanted to test the drawers, to see if they rolled smoothly or needed a little help.After all the noise I’d made getting dressed, I didn’t dare.I wanted Melissa to wake up when she was ready, not because I was banging around her house like an unsupervised toddler.
Looking at the selection of perfume bottles atop the dresser.I carefully picked each one up and sniffed until I found the one that she had been wearing at the bar.The bottle looked like it belonged in the same time period as the dresser.Milky pink glass with a silver top and matching tassels.
Curious, I pulled out my phone and used the image search function to identify the perfume.It came up immediately.Delina.I nearly choked when I spotted the price.Four hundred dollars for a little bottle!
I was even more careful putting the bottle back where it belonged.I smiled at the notion that Melissa enjoyed treating herself and bought things she deserved.She obviously wasn’t waiting for a man to pamper her.She worked hard to give herself the life she wanted.
As I quietly descended the stairs to the main floor, I compared her home to mine.I also lived in an older house with a strong foundation and even tougher bones.My bungalow was only a third of the size, but it had all the space I needed and the old craftsman woodwork I loved.
In the kitchen, I started a pot of coffee and poked around in her refrigerator for some breakfast ideas.She had fed me home cooked food twice now.The least I could do was make her some scrambled eggs.
I decided to wait until she was awake to ask what she wanted to do.If she’d rather go out for breakfast, I had a cozy spot I wanted to share with her.Not in any rush to wake her, I made myself a cup of coffee to enjoy on her front porch.
But before I stepped outside, I noticed two of her neighbors scowling at the metal post we had installed yesterday.I looked them over, sizing them up as rude boomer assholes who had nothing better to do than make everyone else around them miserable.I knew the type only too well.I had them on both sides of my house, too.
