I reached around her ribs and grabbed her breast. Her tits were swinging in rhythm with my fucking and it was so hot. I let go of her again so she could keep swinging back and forth and slid my hand up to her neck. I buried my hand in her hair and grabbed a hand full of it. Dark and thick and perfect. I held onto her, one hand pulling her head back with her hair, one hand on her hip, and I fucked her the way I’d wanted to do since the first time I’d taken her.
Her moans were louder, cries turning into screams, but it was the good kind. And my body was responding to it. I felt my balls tighten, my lower abs contract, and I knew it wasn’t far now. She was a wet dream, and this time, it was real.
I thrust quicker, harder and faster, and I felt the surge inside me, building up and finally releasing inside of her. She moaned long and hard, feeling me pump into her as I squirted hot liquid into her body, coating every inch of her to claim her as my own. Tanya was mine, and I was showing her. I was showing her what it meant to be with me, to want me.
When I’d stopped coming, I held still for a moment, letting go of her hair. I slid out slowly, going limp already, and she collapsed onto the bed. Her ass was wet, her pussy coated with her own wetness and my cum. She glistened in the dim light, and she was a sight for sore eyes.
I climbed onto the bed and collected her in my arms, pulling her onto my chest. I didn’t usually do the cuddle routine with the women I fucked. I booted them out of the house the moment they could stand because I didn’t want anything to do with them. But Tanya was different. I wanted to make sure she was okay. I didn’t want my rough life and my rough ways to scare her. I wanted her to stay, and I wanted to keep her close to me because I hated the idea of losing her, or having her leave me.
I ran my hand over her back. She shivered against me, and I pulled the cover up and over us. I traced her body with my free hand. It wasn’t about sex this time. It was about who she was. I ran my hand over her legs, the curve of her hips, her narrow waist, and onto her small ribs. I could wrap one hand around her waist she was so small. I traced her collarbone with my fingers, her lips with my thumb, and then over her eyes and her eyebrows. I committed every part of her to memory because this wasn’t going to last. I just knew it.
Tanya was better than I was. She didn’t deserve a thug like me. And she didn’t deserve the kind of life I lived. At some point, I was going to have to treat her like another number, another girl I fucked and let go.
But not tonight. I ran my fingers down her throat, over her breasts, and then down. I traced the V of her hips and slid down to where her legs came together and her most secret parts were there for me to make my own for a while. I pushed my hand between her legs, and she parted them slightly for me, giving me space. I fingered her, feeling her folds and her curves.
Her eyes drooped when I looked at her face, and then they closed. I let go of her, put my hand over her on top of the cover, and let her sleep on top of me. This was all I wanted for now. Nothing else mattered.
I lay back, moving against the pillows until I was comfortable with her against me, and then I closed my own eyes and let sleep drag me under.
CHAPTER 13
When I woke up I was naked, curled up in Saxon’s bed with the covers tucked up to my chin. His side of the bed was empty, and when I stretched my hand over, the sheets were cold. He hadn’t been here for a while.
Last night came back to me. The sex. The way Saxon had held me down and pounded into me. And then, after everything, when my body had been spent and he’d finished inside of me, how he’d pulled me against him and cradled me like I was a child.
He’d made me feel like I was everything. And now he was gone. Panic washed over me. He’d left me alone after having sex. He’d just taken what he wanted and left me. I sat up, clutching the covers to my chest, and looked around the room. I saw the shirt he’d pulled off and thrown to the floor and slid out from underneath the covers. I pulled the shirt over my body. I could still feel Saxon between my legs.
I looked toward the door that led to the bathroom. I needed to shower and wash the sex off me. But I needed to find out where he’d disappeared to.
As I thought it, I heard sounds coming from the kitchen, and a moment later, the smell of bacon hit me. He was in the kitchen, cooking. Of course, he wouldn’t just leave me. This was his home. Even if he did want me to leave just after sex, and even if I was just another one-night stand, he wouldn’t just leave the place. This was his home.
And he was out there, cooking.
I pulled the shirt off again and walked into the bathroom, closing the door. I turned on the shower and stepped under the spray, letting the water run over my body, through my hair and between my legs where I was still tender.
When I was done showering I pulled the same t-shirt over my head. It wasn’t dirty, I’d hardly worn it, anyway. I felt a little underdressed, but my underwear and my diner uniform was still in the lounge.
I walked out of the room. Saxon stood wearing boxers and nothing else, scraping egg around a pan with a spatula on the stove. He was listening to some awful music that blared from speakers that were screwed above the kitchen cabinets.
I watched him work, moving with a lethal precision that made me think he wasn’t just comfortable with kitchen appliances, but weapons, too. After all, I wasn’t under any illusion of who he was. He mouthed the words to the music along. He was so attractive in the morning light, deadly and homely, all at the same time. I sat down on the armrest of a couch and watched him work.
Saxon was a criminal. I didn’t doubt he had a criminal record, and he obviously had run-ins with the police, or he would have gotten caught that night. This was a man who knew how to break the law and get away with it. He looked menacing the way he carried himself. He was experienced in getting what he wanted. That had been apparent last night, the way he’d handled me and taken his sex the way he’d wanted it.
And still he’d treated me as if I was made of gold. He’d been soft and reassuring after getting what he wanted, never making me feel like I was being used. Never making me feel as if I was just a piece of ass, there to help him get off.
I compared him to the other men I knew. Kenneth was supposed to be an upstanding citizen of the community, with a business that created job opportunities and the diner was a place where families could spend time. He was supposed to be a good guy, and he’d overstepped the line of personal privacy with me more than once.
He was supposed to be the good guy, compared to Saxon, and he just wasn’t.
All my life I’d been waiting for the right guy, wondering why I didn’t find him. And now I knew. I was looking in the wrong places, judging the scoundrels before I knew them. I had to admit, I was starting to fall for Saxon. I was starting to feel like he was the person I wanted to be with. Maybe he was even the one.
I watched him cook and decided I wanted to try with him. I wanted to see if I could make it work.
CHAPTER 14
I woke up just after sunrise. Tanya had rolled off my chest somewhere. Her back was to me, but she still touched me. Her skin was soft and warm against mine. I turned so I could look at her face in the morning light that fell through the curtains.
She was beautiful when she slept, innocent and pure.
And I wasn’t good for her. I was not the right guy for a girl like her. I rolled onto my back and stared at the same goddamned ceiling I’d been staring at last night before she’d come to my room. I shouldn’t have slept with her. But she’d come in here, wearing only my shirt and looking so fucking hot. And then she’d wanted to sleep in bed with me.
When she’d touched me, I hadn’t been able to stop myself.
And God, she was the best lay I’d ever had. Her body was a walking orgasm, and those eyes, when they looked at me while I was doing her… I felt myself get hard just thinking about it.
I pushed the thoughts away. I wanted to reach out and touch her, spoon her from behind and find her with my cock again. I wanted to spread her chee
ks with my hands and bury myself inside her pussy again, rocking again into another mind blowing orgasm.
Instead, I turned my back and got out of bed. I pulled the covers up so she would be warm and found my boxers.
This was trouble. I had to get this girl out of my life. Someone like her was a liability. She could cloud my judgment, or she could be a target. We were independent people, us bikers. We couldn’t afford to have responsibilities like this, like love and family.
God, why I even thought about a family with her was beyond me. Where was there space for a family in my life?
My phone rang, and I snatched it off the nightstand before it woke her up.
“You get your shit sorted?” Skinner asked. I walked out of the room and sat down on the couch in the lounge. I knew what Skinner was talking about—the diner and Kenneth Sherman, who knew who I was. Shit. I’d gotten myself in so much more trouble now that I’d taken his woman. And I’d worn my kutte, so just in case he hadn’t been sure before, he definitely knew who the hell I was now.
“He wasn’t in. I’m going back tonight,” I lied. I had to buy time. Time to fix this mess; time to let Tanya go easy; time to sort this shit out and get back to my own life.
“I want this dealt with,” Skinner said, and his voice was a low growl. “If we get in trouble because of you, you’re not just going to walk away from this.”
Skinner hung up without saying goodbye, and I knew what it meant. I was crossing him. I was challenging his authority, and I was putting the gang in a dangerous position. All for a stupid girl.
I rubbed my hand down my face. This wasn’t worth it. No woman could be that great. Maybe at first, but later, when the whole in love thing wore off? I was going to regret it. I knew I was.
I glanced back at the bedroom door again where she lay sleeping. How was I going to let her go? I was going to hurt her. What’s more, I was going to hurt me. But rather now than later. The gang couldn’t know who she was. She couldn’t know who I was. It was better to just break it off and get it over with.
But first, breakfast. She could stay the day. As long as she was here, I was going to hold onto the fantasy of having her in my life. It could only last until nightfall, and then I would have to face reality. But until then…
I walked to the stereo and switched it on. It was some cd I’d jacked from a car a while ago, some punk’s music, and it wasn’t too bad. It sounded exactly how I felt—a big mess of sound with screaming in the middle. I walked to the kitchen and started cooking. Bacon and eggs, because a girl like that didn’t do cereal. She was a classy dame and deserved to be treated as one.
I started cooking. Sometime in, I became aware of her, sitting behind me. I turned and looked at her. Her hair was wet, hanging in strings as if she’d just showered. She smelled like my soap, and I had to concentrate not to get hard again. She was still wearing that t-shirt, and I could think of a lot of ways to get rid of it. But I shook off the idea.
She smiled at me, and my heart constricted. At the end of today, I was going to have to find a way to tell her she had to go.
CHAPTER 15
Saxon had me on the kitchen counter, hands wrapped around my hips to steady them so that he could push into me as far as he could go. He filled every inch of me, and I was putty in his hands. I shuddered, my breath coming in shallow gasps, and I knew it wasn’t going to be long before he had me breathless and moaning, orgasms rocking through me. He was the one man who had me in the palm of his hand, and I wasn’t going to fight it or think about it. Not now.
I’d come out of the shower wearing only the shirt Saxon had given me the night before, and Saxon had gotten rid of it first thing after breakfast.
My ass was balanced on the edge of the counter, and if it wasn’t for Saxon’s hands and his thrusting into me, I would have fallen forward. But the only falling I was doing…was falling for him.
He had his head in my neck, his mouth working over the skin just below my jaw. He alternated between sucking and nibbling, and the sensations sent shivers down my spine. I’d tipped my head back to give him space. I could feel my hair hanging down my naked back. Saxon’s body was pressed against mine as much as he could manage and still reach my neck. My nipples brushed against Saxon’s chest, and we were both slick with sweat.
I moaned and gasped and Saxon pounded into me. He accompanied the sounds of sex with grunts of his own. I grabbed onto his shoulders, digging my nails into the skin, and it was like the sensation kicked Saxon into a new gear. My body responded to the new pace and fire spread through my belly. The orgasm started building, spreading through my body like hot water, filling me up until I was sure I was going to spill over.
Saxon was close, too. I could feel it by his size, growing longer, thicker, harder inside of me. He thrust harder and faster, and the length of his thrusts shortened. I was about to orgasm when he let go of my hip with one hand, reached up to my hair and grabbed a fistful. The pain was of the hot-as-hell variety, and it threatened to push me over the edge. He lifted his head from my neck and looked at me as he came inside of me, the first to orgasm. His blue eyes were the color of an autumn sky, and his lids were drooped. His body shuddered, and I felt him twitch inside of me.
The look on his face was completely sexual. Honest and open, every part of him displayed for me to see the raw emotion that came with his climax.
His pleasure rolled into me and kick-started my own orgasm, my body responding to the natural call of his, his hand in my hair, his body pressed against mine. My body clenched, starting from my core and then bunching the muscles through my body until I curled around Saxon, legs around his hips and nails digging into his back. I cried out, and I felt myself pulsing, squeezing him deep inside of me. He groaned in harmony with me, and it sounded like he mumbled ‘fuck yeah’ under his breath, but I wasn’t paying much attention to anything other than what my body was doing.
The orgasm washed through me and finally let go. My muscles relaxed, and I felt the strain. Saxon held me against his body, and his chest rose and fell against mine. His shoulder was covered with a sheen of sweat under my cheek, and his skin was hot, so hot it almost seemed unnatural. I gasped, tried to get enough air, tried to recover from the shattering climax. My body was numb, and I leaned limply against him.
Finally, he slipped out of me, and he helped me down the counter so that I stood on the floor on wobbly legs. I leaned against the counter with my hip to keep my balance, gripping the edges.
I looked up at him. Saxon was looking at me with a look that I would have described as affectionate, but I wasn’t sure. He was a closed book, difficult to read. Saxon knew how to hide his feelings. He was a biker, covered in tattoos, with a smirk that promised danger and excitement. Love and affection seemed almost out of place on his face. When I’d met him first, it had seemed out of place then, too. But he’d been a turn on from the beginning, as well. Hot and demanding, and I’d let him take what he wanted.
And I would do it every time. God, I wanted him every time.
The way he was looking at me gave me butterflies.
I looked down at my body.
“I’m going to have to go shower again,” I said. Saxon flashed me a half grin and took a step away, leaning against the opposite counter, mirroring my position. It might have been unconscious.
“Yeah, you’re going to have to clean up after that,” he said. I was suddenly self-conscious, and I wrapped my arms around my body, hugging myself. Covering up wasn’t going to do much, I was completely naked, and my breasts were too big to cover up with folded arms. Saxon continued to lean against the counter opposite me, relaxed and comfortable. He wasn’t hard anymore; his manhood hung limp and glistening between his legs, resting on his ball sack, but he could have been wearing clothes. He looked completely sure of himself, confident in his body.
“I’m going to go on ahead then,” I said, not knowing what else to say. I crouched down and scooped the t-shirt off the floor, pulling it over my head. I picked
up my diner clothes from the couch.
I’d left it folded in a neat pile the night before when Saxon had saved me from Kenneth in an alley close to the diner. He’d been running after me, scaring me, making me realize that you didn’t have to wear leather and tattoos to be a bad guy. It hadn’t felt like his intentions with me had been good at all.
Saxon had appeared on his bike from nowhere like a knight on his iron steed, and I’d gotten on the back. In an ironic twist of events, the criminal was my savior and my wholesome boss was the psychopath I was running from.
I was going to get back into my diner uniform now, even though I was going home because I had nothing else to wear. The t-shirt seemed like inappropriate daywear, especially since we’d been having sex all the time since I’d changed into it.
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