Page 33 of Bride for the Bikers

When she gets sick of me and makes them choose.

“Why don't you like me?” Harper asks quietly. Her big blue eyes look up, confused and hurt.

What? “Why do you think that?”

“Oh, I don't know. Everything? You keep snapping at me and acting like I'm a huge burden.”

“You are.”

Harper recoils.

God damn it. Now she definitely thinks I hate her, and that's not fucking true. I grab her hand before she can leave. “Listen to me. This was supposed to be an in and out job. You made this whole situation a lot more fucking complicated, but it's not your fault. None of this shit is your fault.”

I don't think she believes me. If she did, her eyes wouldn't be filling with tears that I don't know how to fix. Every time I open my mouth I shove my fucking boot in it. I grab her chin and force her to look up at me. “Look, if—”

She shocks the fuck out of me by leaning in and kissing me. It's just a feathery light peck, or at least it fucking starts that way, but her lips are every bit as soft as they look, I slide my hand into her honey blonde hair and take it deeper. She melts into the kiss, a tiny moan slipping out as her eyes flutter closed. She tastes like fucking heaven.

Harper presses herself into me and slides her hands across my stomach, then down. If she keeps going, she's going to get more than a fucking handful, and learn that my tongue and nipples are far from the only things I've had pierced. The side of her hand brushes along the edge of my boxers, skimming the head of my straining cock through the thin cotton. I hiss at the touch, and she pulls back.

“Sorry! Did I hurt you?”

“What do you think?” I nod downwards.

She follows my gaze to the clear outline starting to push out of the elastic. “Oh! That wasn't what I meant to…”

“You sure? Because that was definitely the direction you were going. But it's fine. Go back to the bikes. I'll meet you there in a few.”

“Do you need help?” She asks.

Oh for fuck's sake. She's too fucking innocent for this life.

Well, I can fix that. “Not unless you want to help me take care of this so I can walk back without those assholes thinking I'm fucking dying instead of suffering from a massive case of blue balls.”

Harper's jaw drops and her cheeks flush pink, but she actually laughs. “That's not a real thing.”

“Nah, but the rest was true.” I slide my hand into my underwear, giving her plenty of time to leave, but she doesn't move. “I wasn't fucking kidding.”

I watch Harper as closely as she's watching me, waiting for the moment when she stands up and leaves, but she doesn't move as I free my cock and wrap my hands around the base.

“Is that…?” Her eyes go huge.

I grin and flick the silver ring hanging from my frenum, just below the head of my cock. “Yep.”

“Didn't it hurt?”

“Not as bad as getting shot.” I lean back against the warm rock, enjoying the small thrill of being watched. And she's fuckingtransfixed, watching like it's the first time she's ever seen a dick. Which I know isn't true, but my gut tells me it's not as far off as it should be.

I also know for a fucking fact that Shadow wouldn't have been ordering her around like one of the club sluts if he knew.

“Harper…”

She doesn't look up. “Mmm?”

“Are you a fucking virgin?”

She tears her gaze away from my moving hand and looks at me like she just got caught. “What? Why?”

“Just answer the question.”

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