Her body starts to shake and suddenly she’s all tears and sobs. Though it somehow makes sense with her stumbling into my life, searching for her brother, and fighting to get to him. She’s on a quest because something is seriously wrong in her life. She sags through her knees and it forces me to scoop her up and carry her to the couch.
Her whole demeanor is pulling on my instincts. I want to protect, fight, and care for her. I will give her time to catch her breath but then we’re going to talk. Her brother might not be here, but I am. I don’t think she’s aware I have her cradled on my lap with her eyes closed and sobs ripping through her body, but after a little while she suddenly freezes.
“Back with me, are ya?” I chuckle and take her face into my hands to pull her from my chest.
I rub my thumbs underneath her eyes to dry her tears. I don’t like to see women cry. Those who I’ve encountered have all been women who use tears to get their way. But this one? Eyes puffy, long lashes merged together from her tears while she holds innocence and vulnerability in her gaze. Fucking gorgeous, that’s what she is.
Her attention slides to my mouth and I can see the shift in her eyes as she licks her bottom lip. Temptation. It would be easy enough to lean forward and take her lips. And it’s clear she shares the same thought when she slowly inches closer.
I must be a saint earning a medal for this moment because right before impact I guide her head to my chest and groan in regret. “I would like nothing more than to kiss the fuck out of you. But I won’t take advantage when you’re having troubled thoughts and rushed out of Shreveport to come running to your brother for help, who isn’t even here for you. But I will promise you, as soon as your brother is back, you and I will do more than just kiss if you’re still up for it then.”
Her head comes up and she shifts on my lap, straddling me while she’s now hovering her face above mine. Determination is in her eyes when she says, “If I tell you the reason why I need for you to kiss me, to make me forget and give me pleasure instead of havoc…will you give it to me, instead of postponing what we both seem to want?” She rotates her hips, rubbing against my painfully hard cock, as she adds, “What we both crave?”
“I knew you weren’t a shy little flower, but don’t mistake my cock being hard for it to be jumped on by an easy lay. There’s always willing pussy surrounding an MC.” Her face turns hard by my words and it’s exactly why I’m telling her this because anger is storming inside me too. “Is that what this is to you? See a biker and jump his cock for some distraction? If so, I’ll be happy to call Alfie for you. Even if he’s possessive about someone else, he doesn’t mind playing around with women. In fact, I bet they would be happy to double team if you’re up for two men at the same time. Now that would be what you call a distraction.”
My head whips to the right with force from the smack in the face I just received. My cheek heats but satisfaction roars through me when she seethes, “You’re an asshole. I thought you liked me. Your body hugging mine gave me comfort and pleasure and it made me feel good, okay? It’s been awhile since I felt good and it’s been years since I’ve had sex. It wasn’t a pity fuck or any cock that would have done the freaking trick. I’m not a damn cockhopper.”
Cockhopper? I lunge for her arm and yank her back on top of me. She squeals and I shut her up by crashing our mouths together. I let her come up for air and mutter against her lips, “Not a one-time thing. It’s all I wanted to hear.”
“Then you should have just said that,” she murmurs and plunges her tongue inside my mouth to claim another kiss.
Too fast, too soon. Many would say those words but they probably never experienced the way a body reacts when it connects with another one at carnal levels. Lust. Desire. Pleasure. Heat. Fucking longing. It’s all vivid and pulsing through my veins.
That’s why I asked her in such a degrading way–trying to push her away–in an effort to put the brakes on. But it’s useless. I want her. Badly. And by the way she’s kissing me and sliding her hands underneath my cut, I’d say she’s riding the same high.
Our tongues battle, soft moans flow from her body as she rocks her hips against my hardness. I’m palming her lush ass, kneading those fantastic globes when a voice suddenly cracks through the air.
“Ledger, for fuck’s sake, pussy is for inside the clubhouse. Not inside my fucking cabin.”
Mayven freezes because the both of us know damn well her brother just walked into his own home. She buries her face into the crook of my neck.
“Motherfucker, you went through my personal things or did the cunt you’re fucking on my couch touch my shit?” Colt roars as he comes striding out of the kitchen with murder written all over his face.
“That was me,” Mayven squeaks and jumps off my lap.
“Motherfucker,” Colt roars again but this time he adds more fury.
Standing tall I step in front of Mayven and brace myself for Colt’s wrath but instead his eyes are set on his sister.
“Cockhopper, Mayven? I told you there ain’t no glamour in my fucking lifestyle. You know better,” he sneers.
