by A. J. Downey
“Of course, brother. I’m glad you can see why I did what I did, and that there are no hard feelings between us.” Connor stood, walked around the desk, and gave his brother a manly hug.
“Let’s get a drink.” They both smiled and headed toward the bar.
An hour later, they’d had a drink, and Connor left Justin with his other brothers so he could make his way back to his office. A ton of paperwork awaited him and it was one of his least favorite things. The requests for help were always different, but in some regards it was the same. A woman needing to leave her abusive husband. Kids being molested. A parent taking their kids away from the other parent out of spite.
Connor would rather have someone tell him what the most urgent case was, so he and his brothers could just step in and help. How could he pick one case over another? Sighing, he sat back down in his office chair and picked up the first folder to go through.
Five hours later, Connor had reduced the huge pile of folders down to a small stack. He would need to go through them again and decide which one was the most urgent, a process of elimination. He checked his phone to see what the time was and saw that it was 3 p.m. Lisa hadn’t called back and he wondered if she’d gotten the message, or if she was all right.
To clear his head, he decided to go for a ride, hoping that would help with figuring out his next case. He stood up, stretched his arms above his head, and tried to kink out the muscles in his back that had stiffened from sitting in the same position for too long. He walked around the desk to the door, and made his way to the driveway where his bike was parked.
“Need company, boss?” Tank asked. Connor turned to see him standing close to the entrance of the compound.
“Nah, thanks, man. Just going for a ride to clear my head. Be back soon.” He was about to walk toward his bike, but then thought otherwise. “Actually, can you get Chaser to find out where Lisa Bells bought her scooter from? We need to pay him a visit.”
“Sure thing, boss.” Tank smirked and walked away.
Connor continued toward his bike.
After Connor had dropped her off last night, she’d called Maria and told her she was safe at home. She’d then poured herself a large glass of wine, put a movie on, and chilled. It wasn’t until she got into bed that she realized she hadn’t been paying any attention to the movie at all, but rather, she’d kept thinking about Connor, the way her body had fit around his, and the vibrations from his motorbike. Lisa bit her bottom lip pulled the satin covers over her cotton tank top and panties. The air had warmed significantly, and as Lisa debated whether or not to take her clothes off, she realized it was not the weather that was heating up, but her thoughts of Connor in her mind, she ran her fingers down her cotton top, over her breasts, toward her panties, and pushed them aside. She found herself wet with desire, which she wasn’t surprised about, and easily slid a finger inside. Her thumb pressed against her clit while her other hand grabbed one of her nipples and pinched until she felt the sensation go straight to her core.
“Connor,” she moaned. Her back arched from the bed as her finger pumped in and out. On the way in, her middle finger joined in and soon her release crashed over her as wave after wave of pleasure consumed her. Lisa finally caught her breath and fell asleep with thoughts of Connor running through her head.
Every Saturday was her cooking day. She would cook up a storm, making a variety of dishes for the week ahead and freeze them in ready-to-thaw portions. She started off with Thai chicken curry, followed by an Indian dish, and then an Italian. Her freezer was nearly full from the days cooking extravaganza. The slow cooker was on with the bolognese, while the stove had curry bubbling on it. Lisa was listening to music which helped to pass the time, and while the meals were cooking, she danced in the kitchen, did a bit of cleaning, and put away the clean dishes from her dishwasher.
The doorbell rang and Lisa went to answer the door.
Connor made his way to Lisa’s place late Saturday afternoon to make sure she was okay. He could have done it over the phone, but she didn’t call him back from his earlier phone call. And besides, he wanted to see her again. Lisa’s smile was infectious, and he wanted to tell her about her scooter in person so she could get all cute and angry and tell him it was a bike.
That thought made Connor smile again.
He turned off his bike and got off, then made his way down the path to her house and rang the doorbell.
He heard music coming from inside, along with someone singing off-key, and the smell of home-cooked meals assaulted his nose. His stomach began to rumble, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten due to Justin’s arrival and their impromptu meeting.
The door opened, revealing Lisa’s smiling face, a wooden spoon in her hand, and a stained apron tied around her waist. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun on top of her head, and she took his breath away.
“Connor! Hi!” She beamed up at him.
He couldn’t help but smile back. “Hey, Lisa,” he said.
She simply waited, with that smile on her face, not asking him if he’d like to come in.
“Is everything all right?”
A small frown creased her forehead and he wanted to wipe it away.
“I’ve got some bad news about your scooter. I got Mouse to take a look at it, and he said that to buy one brand new is a quarter of what it would cost to fix it. And that’s without the labor charge. I tried to ring you, did you get my message?”
She sighed. “Damn. I didn’t hear my phone,” she said softly, looking at the ground. She started to gnaw on her bottom lip and Connor resisted the urge to kiss her.
Where did that thought come from?
Just then, the smoke alarm started to sound, making Lisa jump out of her thoughts.
“Shit!”
She ran inside and Connor followed her. He told himself it was just to see what had happened, but really, it was to see more of her and her place.
As Lisa started banging around in the kitchen, Connor looked around the living room. An L-shaped couch was in the center of the room, with a small TV on the entertainment unit opposite.
The room was neat and tidy, and all that dust collector crap you usually saw at chick’s places was nowhere to be seen. Connor smiled. He turned to head to the kitchen when he saw a bookcase half-filled with books and a single photograph. He walked over and picked it up.
It was of Lisa in her early teens, smiling and laughing while at the beach; seemingly without a care in the world.
He put it back down and followed the sounds coming from the kitchen. He wondered if she had ever been that happy again. After rounding the corner, Connor leaned against the doorjamb that led into the kitchen. Lisa stood by the kitchen sink, hands on hips, her back to him.
“Everything all right?”
Lisa turned slowly.
“Yep.”
She made her way to the stove and lifted a lid that was on one of the pots.
The smell assaulted his senses immediately, and a loud rumble erupted from his stomach, making Lisa giggle.
“I’m not sure if it’s edible. Want some anyway?”
Connor smiled.
“Sure. Thanks.”
Lisa spun around and started opening cupboards, bringing out two plates. She then opened a drawer and took out two forks and two knives, and picked up some paper towels from the bench.
As she was dishing out the food, Connor saw that it was a curry. His favorite.
They made their way to the dining table and dug in.
An hour later, they had finished and the conversation had flowed easily between the two of them. They found out a lot about each other and whenever they leaned forward on the table, their arms would touch, sending shocks up Lisa’s arm. The butterflies in her stomach had been there since the moment she’d opened her front door, and the feeling had only intensified while they ate dinner. Connor’s moans over the food, not to mention the second helpings, made Lisa smile. It was nice having a meal with someone, and having someone to
talk with who wasn’t a girlfriend or herself.
She glanced down at the table where her left arm was, to see the hands on her watch showed it was nearing eight.
Connor must have seen the time as well.
“I best get going.” He stood from the table as Lisa looked up at him. He picked up his plate and hers, then started walking to the kitchen.
Lisa stood too; disappointed that he had to go, but happy that he had been there for a few hours.
She hoped he didn’t have a date or a wife. No, she would have seen a wedding band, or at least the different color tones of his skin if he had worn one then taken it off.
She made her way to the kitchen to find him scraping the leftovers into the bin.
He’s domesticated.
She liked that.
Turning on the kitchen taps, Lisa grabbed the dishes and put them in the sink, along with some dishwashing liquid.
Taking the brush from the holder, she washed, then rinsed the dishes, and placed them on the draining rack.
What she wasn’t expecting was for Connor to pick up the dishes and start drying them, one by one and placing them on the bench.
“You don’t have to do that,” Lisa said.
“I was brought up by a mother who made us do the dishes after she had done the cooking. A woman shouldn’t be made to cook and clean.”
“Thank you.” Lisa smiled at him.
She couldn’t believe this biker was not only hot, but respected his mother and was domesticated! And he was here, in her house!
She handed him the last plate and their hands touched, setting her insides to boiling point.
His infectious smile, beautiful brown eyes, and hair that she would kill to run her fingers through, made her do something out of her norm.
She kissed him.
Chapter 3
Lisa couldn’t think.
She placed her hands on his tight abs and went up on tiptoes to get closer to him.
Their mouths fit together perfectly, and his tongue dueling with hers sent heat straight to her pussy. If his tongue was as good alongside hers, she knew he would be a master at going down on her.
She felt Connor wrap his arms around her waist, holding her closer, bringing his engorged cock against her belly. Nudging her backwards, Connor crowded Lisa into a corner of the kitchen, her lower back resting on the edge of the bench. Their kiss deepened, and she heard a moan come from somewhere.
At the sound, Connor nipped her bottom lip, licking and teasing, while his large hands ran up and down her back. Lisa had trouble controlling herself with the fire burning through her body, and found her own hands wandering around his waist to grip his ass.
The moment her fingers made contact with the skin under his T-shirt, he hissed out a breath, gripping her waist tight. In the next moment, she was hoisted up onto her bench top, his hips spreading her thighs wide.
He left her lips, feathering kisses across her cheek until he reached her earlobe. Teeth bit down, sending a jolt of sensation through Lisa’s center. She gasped his name.
“Do you want this, Lisa? Think you can handle the big, bad biker?” His bites progressed down her neck to an ultra-sensitive place at the junction of her shoulder. “I felt your thighs grip me tight when I brought you home last night and I’ve wondered all day what it would be like to have them squeezing me as I thrust into your tight heat.” Each erotic word was punctuated with a push of his groin into hers, painting a picture in her mind that made her whole body shudder in anticipation.
“Oh God, Connor.” Her head fell back as he worked his way down her body, pulling her clothing aside while laying a path of kisses and nibbles over her breasts. He stopped to sample a nipple here, and the dip into her belly button there. Fingers slipped into the waistband of her lounge pants, pulling them down until he could get them no farther.
With arm muscles tensing, he lifted her off the bench and wriggled the material off her butt. They tangled around her knees, but that didn’t bother Connor. He simply lifted her legs while he ducked under, draping her thighs over his shoulders.
Lisa couldn’t help her sharp intake of breath as he used a single finger to push aside the seam of her panties, stroking his thick digit over the trimmed hair down there. Her hips bucked involuntarily, making him chuckle as his head lowered to her pussy.
At the first swipe of his tongue up her slit, Lisa gasped, her instinct to hold on to something sending her hands to his hair. Fingers flexing and grasping, she held his head still as he proved his mastery of oral assault.
With her insane dry spell and his cunning tongue, she came apart quickly, pulsing and throbbing with the need for more. Desperate to feel his length within her.
Connor couldn’t get over the responsiveness of this woman. Her juices flowed into his mouth as she orgasmed, and he licked her clean of it all. Cock hard enough to hammer nails, it was taking all his self-control to keep it in his pants. That was all shot to hell when her breathy moan of “I need to feel you inside me” brushed against his forehead.
Not wasting any time, Connor had his jeans unbuckled, zip down, and the button popped in a matter of seconds. He stood up, locked in by her bound legs which wrapped around him. With her on the bench like this, her glistening sex was perfectly aligned with his cock.
In a flash of movement, he’d slid her across the benchtop, cock rubbing the outside of her soaked panties. Her groans pulled at something deep inside him, the primal part of him that wanted… needed to be joined with her. Before he lost his head, Connor reached down into his back pocket and pulled out a condom, thanking his presence of mind to stash some there before he left the clubhouse.
With a practiced motion, the rubber was on and he was lining his length up. “No going back, Lisa. Yes or no?”
“God, yes,” she groaned as the head of his cock nudged up against her opening. “Connor, fuck me.”
That was the end of his restraint. In one swift thrust, he was sheathed within her, tight walls fluttering around him. He began to move, forcing himself to go slow enough to drag out this first moment with her. Hoping it wouldn’t be the last.
The woman had an exquisite-feeling cunt, the best he’d ever had, and he had no intention of hurrying it along. Until Lisa pulled him deeper with her ankles, locked at his butt. Tingles shot up his spine and he knew, just knew, that he wasn’t going to last long.
The tension building quickly was going to lose him his man-card, but he’d happily come quickly if it meant he could take her another time or two before leaving.
As his balls drew up, and his release grew closer, Connor reached up and took one of Lisa’s hands in his. He guided them down between their bodies, placing her fingers on her clit.
“I want you to come around my cock, and I want to watch your eyes when you do.” Her tiny gasp of excitement accompanied her dilated pupils, pushing his orgasm closer. “And you need to do it soon.”
She nodded, then her eyes rolled back as her hand moved in the non-existent space.
The flutters started again, turning into pulses, then undulating waves of muscles gripping him tight. Lisa’s cry joined his grunt as he spurted within her, emptying his cock into the condom. I’d love to feel her bareback.
His eyes snapped open at the random thought. He’d never wanted to ride anyone bare before.
With that in mind, he kept thrusting inside her and milked her for everything.
Connor slowly pulled out of Lisa and they both breathed heavily. Lisa gave a soft smile with sleepy eyes, and Connor was hard again. He buttoned up his jeans and picked up Lisa from the bench. She draped one arm around his neck.
“You’ve exhausted me,” she said softly, with that same small smile on her face.
“Let’s get you to bed.” Connor smiled and made his way to Lisa’s bedroom. At the bed, he balanced Lisa with one arm, and with the other, pushed her sheets back and placed her gently on the bed. She curled away from him, on her side and he positioned the sheets over her.
> He was about to leave when she grabbed his hand.
“Stay?”
“Sure.” Connor smiled. He wasn’t going to stay for very long, he still had a ton of shit to do back at the compound, and also figure out who gave her a shitty scooter, but he wasn’t going to say no to Lisa.
He took off his boots and laid on top of the covers.
Lisa scooted closer, and draped her arm around his waist and her head on his chest.
With her soft breathing, he knew she was asleep. Connor wrapped his arm around her, and his other hand under his head.
He was only going to close his eyes for a minute, but with the delicious food in his stomach and the exercise after, he fell deep asleep.
Lisa woke up feeling completely content. With her head on Connor’s chest, she was surprised that he stayed the night, but she was glad he did. She wanted a repeat of them having sex again. A number of fantasies went through her mind, she hoped Connor was up for some of them.
“Morning,” Connor mumbled beneath her. She smiled and lifted her head to look down at him.
“Morning.”
“I was thinking,” Connor said. “After what happened last night, I need more. I want us to be boyfriend and girlfriend, and we’ll be exclusive.”
Lisa couldn’t think.
“You want us to date? Or will it just be sex?”
Connor smiled. “We can date, and the sex will definitely happen again.”
Lisa didn’t say anything for a while.
“Okay. Let’s do it.”
Connor lifted his head up and their lips met in a soul-shattering kiss that made Lisa’s whole body weak.
