Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Her hands slid under her skirt—another short, black number, but this one a tighter material, not a cut off jean type—and snagged her panties, pulling them slowly down, a swatch of black material slipping down her long legs, before she was stepping out of them entirely.
I reached into my pocket for my wallet, then the condom, slipping it on.
Then she was moving over me again…
CHAPTER SIX
Rynn
I’d been on a job in the club.
That’s not to say that I don’t enjoy the occasional drunken night dancing. But I typically chose to do that while dragging Josie with me, both of us letting our hair down, and enjoying each other, trying to ignore all the dudes who were just looking for a fuck.
I didn’t go to clubs alone for obvious reasons.
Except, of course, when I wasn’t drinking, when I was focusing on the work itself.
Sure, I made myself seem stumbling and uninhibited. It went with the cover. But I was actually laser-focused, and getting shit done.
It was an easy job, all things said.
One hour of work.
Quick five grand.
Not exactly ‘rolling in it’ money, but, hey, who would turn down five grand for an hour of their life?
Not me.
That was money for the nest egg.
I was just about finished with the job when I felt it. That prickly feeling on the back of my neck. That absolute certainty that someone was watching me.
It was a skill most women learned early, being acutely aware of predators all around. It was one I’d honed even more as I started working in a, let’s say… less than reputable sort of business. One that could literally mean life or death if I took the wrong job and got caught doing it.
So I felt the eyes.
Then, as I moved outside, I felt the presence behind me.
But, again, I wasn’t a damn idiot.
I deliberately walked past storefronts with plate glass windows, sliding my gaze to the side to watch the reflections as we moved.
It wasn’t easy work.
We were hardly more than shadows.
But the details became more apparent as we kept walking. The tall, wide frame. The defined facial features. The jeans, tee, and then, finally, the leather cut.
This was my biker.
The guy I couldn’t stop thinking about fucking again since I’d walked away from him. The one I was sure I’d never seen again.
I wasn’t like Josie.
I didn’t believe in the stars aligning and shit being meant to be. But I did believe that sometimes life could toss a fun coincidence at you.
And I was all about grabbing those little opportunities when they came at me.
So I led him down the strip, then a side street, then finally onto the street with my little business strip.
Stupid? Maybe. It meant he would have a way to find me again.
But I was too high on anticipation to force myself to make a better decision.
I just rushed ahead, unlocking my door, then disappearing inside.
Where I lay in wait for him to come by.
Then grabbing him, pulling him inside, and all but jumping on him.
Desire was a spark that ignited into a wildfire that raged through every inch of me as my hands were on his, and his on mine.
The ache between my thighs was painful as he took me back to the couch, sat down, and had me straddling him.
Some part of me wanted to take our time, explore, at least get some clothes off this time. But the need was too acute to deny.
There was almost no foreplay, save for me sucking his cock for a couple short minutes.
Not that I needed it.
I was dripping wet already.
I watched him slip on the condom as I pulled off my panties.
Then I was climbing over him, feeling his cock press against my pussy as my lips sealed to his once again.
I rocked against his length, engaging my clit, as he took over the kiss. Deepening it. Tongue teasing. Teeth nipping.
His hands were on my bare ass, using it to drag me more roughly across him, my little whimpers getting swallowed up by his lips.
Then, impatient, I was reaching between us, grabbing his cock, and holding it as I lifted up, as I positioned over him, then lowered down, feeling his cock slip inside of me, inch by delicious thick inch, until he was settled deep.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he growled against my lips, making my walls tighten around him.
I had to concur.
He felt fucking amazing.
Better, even, than I’d been fantasizing about in bed with my stupid vibrator that just wasn’t cutting it. Not when what I wanted was a real, flesh-and-blood man. This one, in particular.
The biker’s hands went down to my ass again, one hand sinking into a cheek, the other one giving the other a hard slap.
“Fucking ride me, baby,” he demanded, making my pussy do another little squeeze. At the pain/pleasure of his slap, but also the little endearment.