“Hey.” he used a finger to tip up her chin. She turned her face into his chest really wanting to escape. He was long and loose, his body so warm she could have burrowed there for a while, and he didn’t care when his brothers began piling into the kitchen seemingly not caring their president was there half naked with his half naked girl either, his eyes were just for her. It made it equally worse when Rider never once showed the same signs. She grew shy after sex, as though the orgasms allowed her hedonistic side to be as wild and noisy as she liked, but retreated once the pleasure waned. Rider caught her around the waist, drawing her into his body, her arm instinctively wrapped around his waist, snuggling in, hiding her face. “Ugh!” she kept scrubbing as he laughed until the countertops gleamed her reflection. “Your sweet fuckin’ juices” he supplied for her when he saw she was struggling. Her voice was hushed, desperate to finish wiping it down before anyone came in, saw her red face and guessed exactly what Rider had wanted for his breakfast “What does it look like! We just had sex on this counter!” As if it explained. When she watched him lick the corner of his mouth her belly clenched over the dangerous sexuality of the gesture. How was he so calm right now leaning up against the table, bare feet crossed, jeans zipped but not buttoned?Ī chest so wide it would take her a week to cross it with kisses.
She heard Rider chuckle and she sent him a vicious glare. With lightning speed she grabbed a package of Clorox wipes from where they were kept beneath the sink, wiping the chrome colored counter from one end to the end with vigorous frantic motions, her head going to the door every few seconds, making sure to give it an extra scrub over by the toaster.That poor abused toaster.
When a biker falls for a really GOOD girl. A tiny snippet from a chapter of the upcoming DIRTY SALVATION.
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