Luring the Biker (The Biker) Book 7

by Cassie Alexandra

  He smiled. “Great.” Dom leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.

  Chapter 20

  Tarot

  She kissed me back in a way that told me she wasn’t ready to end the night.

  “Damn,” I murmured when we pulled away to catch our breath.

  “You sure you have to leave?” she whispered, staring up at me, a shy smile on her face.

  The only thing I had to have was her underneath me.

  I’d been planning on doing some packing, but from the look in her eyes, this woman wanted me, and I sure as fuck wanted her; only a fool would walk away from an invitation like this.

  “You really want me to stay?” I asked, now as hard as a rock.

  Peyton shut the door and locked it. She turned around and our eyes met. “And if you’re still not sure…”

  The next thing I knew, her arms were around my neck and she was pressing her lips against mine.

  ***

  Peyton

  I don’t know what came over me. Maybe it was the wine or the fact that I hadn’t been kissed like that for a very long time. All I knew was that I was as horny as hell and he was hard beneath those low-cut jeans.

  As our lips touched, Dom pulled me closer to his chest and his tongue surged into my mouth, hot and demanding. He tasted of mint and beer, something I’d never expect to enjoy, but couldn’t seem to get enough of at the moment.

  I threaded my fingers through his hair and pulled his face closer to mine. Hot desire coursed through my veins and went straight to my core as his manhood pressed against me again.

  Wishing we were already naked, I slid my hands under his T-shirt and over his muscular chest. It was smooth and hard, just like I imagined his cock to be.

  Dom removed his shirt and tossed it aside. He was sinfully sexy and the thought of other women touching his muscles made me both jealous and hot. I kissed and licked a path from his neck and over his pecs to his hard, lower stomach, enjoying the way he sucked in his breath as my tongue drew closer to his fly.

  “You little tease,” he murmured, staring down at me with desire.

  He grabbed my wrists, pulled me back up, and pushed me against the wall. Sliding his hand under my blouse, he cupped one of my breasts and pulled my bra away from my nipple. He played with the nub, pinching it between two fingers and rolling it, sending currents of pulsating need down to my clit. Trembling with desire, I grabbed both sides of my blouse and ripped it open. Buttons popped, flying everywhere.

  “You wrecked your blouse,” he said, squeezing my breasts, his eyes burning with hunger.

  I didn’t care. It had been too long since anyone or anything had touched me besides my vibrator. I wanted to feel his mouth on my breasts and nipples. “It was in the way.”

  He unhooked my bra and took my breast, sucking it hard before flicking the peak with his tongue.

  “Mm, yes,” I moaned, closing my eyes as he made love to both of my breasts with his hot mouth and strong hands. It was enough to drench my panties.

  Slowly, his fingers moved down my waist and to my buttocks. Pulling me against his pelvis, I could feel his cock rubbing against me. After a few more seconds, I couldn’t take it anymore, so I pulled him upstairs, to my bed. I sat down and unbuttoned his jeans, needing to feel and taste his cock. It was everything I’d dreamed about and more. As I pulled it out, my sex spasmed at the thought of feeling it buried deep inside of me. Leaning forward, I wrapped my hand around its thick core and was about to put the tip it in my mouth, when he stopped me.

  “As much as I’d love that, I need to touch you first,” he said huskily, pushing me down on the bed. His fingers moved to the front of my jeans, making me tremble with anticipation. Unbuttoning them, he slid the fabric away from my hips and then his hand was on my panties. I gasped in pleasure as he slid his fingers under the material and touched my womanhood.

  “Oh, God, yes,” I moaned, writhing under his administrations.

  “You’re so fucking wet. Can I eat your pussy?” he whispered, rubbing my aching, swollen clit as he stared down at me with lust.

  “Yes,” I whimpered.

  Dom pulled my panties away and then shoved me down on the bed. He crawled between my legs and the moment his tongue touched my slit, I lost my mind. It had been too long and the overload of sensations flooded my senses. I couldn’t hold back the cries as his tongue flicked over my most sensitive spots while his finger pressed deep into me. It drove me insane, and after a few more strokes, my back arched and I exploded like a tsunami. My body shuddered in ecstasy, leaving me in a daze of release and happiness.

  Murmuring how turned on he was, Dom raised himself off of the bed and grabbed a condom out of his wallet. He put it on and crawled back over, his cock bobbing seductively as he moved. Pushing my legs apart, he positioned his throbbing head against my opening and then, not wasting any time, buried himself deeply.

  I moaned in pleasure.

  With one hand on the headboard and one on my hip, he began thrusting into me fiercely and fully.

  ***

  Tarot

  The clench of her muscles with every stroke was maddening. The hot, tight, wet friction made it hard to keep going, and I knew I had to slow down, to make it last. Gritting my teeth, I found a steady, hard pace and maintained it without going to crazy, although that’s what both of us wanted.

  “Yes,” she moaned, her face pink and beautiful as I slammed into her again and again.

  The sensations were agonizing, and fuck if she wasn’t most men’s wet dream. Round, soft breasts, a small waist, and a tight pussy that grappled your dick like there was no tomorrow.

  Wanting to see if I could make Peyton come again, I reached down and began rubbing her clit. She mewled in pleasure and it took only a few more thrusts until her tight cunt clenched around me. She gasped, crying out as another orgasm swept her away. Her body shuddered beneath me while I held on tight, unleashing my own release inside of her with one last, desperate thrust.

  “That was… incredible,” she whispered a few seconds later. Both of us were out of breath and staring up at the ceiling.

  I smiled. “Yeah, it was.”

  Suddenly, we both heard the distinct sound of Lucifurr coughing up fur balls.

  Peyton laughed. “I guess he wasn’t as impressed as we were.”

  I raised my head and looked at the cat, who was on the carpeting and now staring back at me. “You okay, buddy?”

  He hissed and ran out of the room.

  “Wow. Tough crowd,” I said dryly.

  Peyton chuckled.

  I got out of bed, threw away the condom, and stepped back into the bedroom. When I returned, Peyton looked worried.

  “Are you leaving?” she asked, staring up at me.

  “Only if you want me to.”

  She smiled. “I don’t.”

  Relieved and tired, I crawled back into bed, pulled Peyton against me, and held her.

  “I just want you to know… this is new for me,” she whispered.

  “Me, too,” I murmured.

  I didn’t do relationships, and if I did have sex with a woman, I normally jumped ship afterward. With Peyton, I wanted nothing more than to fall asleep with her in my arms. And that’s how our date ended.

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  Peyton

  When I woke up the next morning, it was to the smell of something delicious cooking. Noticing Dom wasn’t in bed next to me, I got up and put on a robe. When I stepped into the kitchen, I found him in front of the stove, making breakfast.

  “Wow, it smells wonderful in here,” I said, moving next to him.

  “I hope you don’t mind. I was starving and figured you’d be hungry, too. I hope you like eggs and hash browns,” he said, flipping some of them over.

  My stomach growled as I stared down at the two pans on the stove. One contained a giant, cheesy-looking omelet, and in the other were the hash browns.

  “It looks amazing. But, I didn’t have any of these ingredients. Did yo
u go shopping?”

  He grinned. “Yeah, I woke up at seven. I noticed your refrigerator was a little bare, so I purchased a few things.”

  “Really? I’m sorry. I usually don’t even have breakfast, or if I do, it’s coffee and a Pop Tart.”

  “Now that I’m here, that’ll change.”

  My smile widened. “Really?”

  He put his arm around my waist and pulled me against his side. “I’m like one of those stray cats you can’t get rid of. Your fault, too,” he slid his hand over my crotch. “You fed me some of this and now I’m going to keep coming back for more.”

  “I can live with that,” I said huskily, as his hand slipped under the robe.

  “Fuck me. I just can’t get enough of you,” he said, turning off the stove.

  The next thing I knew, Dom had me bent over the kitchen table and was thrusting into me again. He wound my hair around his fist and pulled my head back, whispering dirty things into my ear until I screamed out an orgasm. Turned on, he quickly followed suit, gasping in pleasure as he climaxed between my legs.

  ***

  “Speaking of cats,” said Dom a few minutes later while reheating the food. He nodded over to the corner of the room, where Lucifurr was eating. “I think we’ve managed to come to an agreement.”

  “What do you mean?”

  He walked over to Lucifurr. Expecting my cat to hiss, I was shocked when Lucifurr let Dom pet him.

  “How in the world did you do that? He hates most people.”

  Dom pulled out a small pouch of cat treats from his back pocket. “I bought these today. He loves them.”

  I watched as Lucifurr quit eating his dry food and began rubbing against Dom’s legs.

  “Bribery. I should have known,” I said dryly.

  Dom opened up the pouch and gave Lucifurr a treat. “I figured I’d better do something. When I woke up this morning, he hissed and growled at me again.”

  “Ah. Well, you obviously won him over.”

  “Until the treats are gone. You’re going to have to keep inviting me over so I can buy more.”

  “I’ll keep inviting you over because you can cook,” I said, nodding toward the stove. I smiled. “And in more ways than one.”

  “I try not to disappoint.”

  I grinned. “I’ve noticed.”

  ****

  An hour later, we were in the shower and he was cooking, again. Hard.

  “Are you always this… frisky?” I asked after he’d given me another orgasm and was about to come himself. He had me against the wall and my legs were wrapped around his hips while he held me up.

  “No,” he panted, thrusting in and out of me as water sprayed over us. “You… bring… it out.”

  Delighted, I kissed him hard on the mouth until he came.

  ***

  Afterward, as we were getting dressed, he reminded me about the barbecue.

  “Oh crap,” I said, grabbing my cell phone. “I forgot. I think it might be too late to find someone to cover for me.”

  It was already noon and my shift at Olive Garden started at one.

  He picked up his comb and began working on his hair. “Lie. Just call in and tell them you’re sick.”

  “I’d feel so guilty if I left them short-staffed. It gets crazy busy on a Sunday evening.”

  “You’re too nice, Peyton. You’ve got to stop putting everyone else’s needs before yourself,” he said, shoving the comb into his back pocket.

  I sighed.

  Dom walked over and pulled me into his arms. “I’d really like you to be there. It would mean a lot.”

  “Okay,” I said softly. Being in his arms made the decision easier. “I’ll call in sick.”

  He kissed me. “Good.”

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  Tarot

  After Peyton called in to her work, I told her I needed to go home and change. “Would you like to take a trip with me?”

  “To your place? Sure,” she replied, smiling. “As long as we take your motorcycle.”

  “Of course. You’d better change into some jeans,” I said, nodding toward the white sundress which showed off her shapely legs, but wasn’t riding material. “You look gorgeous, but it’s safer.”

  I couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to her. One never knew if some asshole was going to cause an accident. It was mind-blowing the amount of people who still didn’t watch out for motorcyclists. Even as loud as my bike was, people just didn’t seem to pay enough attention.

  Peyton went back to her bedroom to change and I checked my messages. There was a text from Phoenix reminding me of the meeting at three.

  “Shit,” I muttered.

  I’d forgotten.

  “What is it?” Peyton called out from the other room.

  I walked into the bedroom and told her about the club meeting.

  She buttoned her jeans up and grabbed a light blue T-shirt from the bed. “Oh. No problem,” she replied, pulling it over her head. “Should I just stay home?”

  I watched her get dressed, thinking it was a shame that we had to go anywhere when all I wanted was to get her naked again.

  I sighed. “No, I want you with me. After I change, we can grab another bite and then I’ll drop you off on the way to my meeting.”

  “Sounds good,” she said, tucking her shirt into her jeans. “I’ll grab a pair of socks, and we can take off.”

  “I’ll meet you outside.”

  “Okay.”

  ***

  Thirty minutes later, we were just stepping inside my apartment complex when I bumped into one of my neighbors. It had been awhile since we’d seen each other, so it surprised me when he asked about my night.

  “It was excellent,” I said. “By the way, Peyton, this is Chuck. One of my neighbors. Chuck, this is someone you’ll be seeing much more of.” I put my arm around her shoulders. “I hope.”

  “Nice to meet you, Chuck,” she said, looking pleased.

  He smiled at her. “Likewise. So, when did you two meet?”

  “Just a couple of days ago,” she said.

  “You must have given him the night off,” he replied.

  Puzzled, I asked what he meant

  “Last night when we bumped into each other, you mentioned having a couple of your boys over.”

  “Brother, I never spoke to you last night,” I said, frowning. “I was with Peyton all evening.”

  Chuck looked confused. “I’m pretty sure we ran into each other last night. You had that white cooler and we even spoke.”

  “Sorry. Wasn’t me, man. What’s wrong, lose your glasses?” I joked. Normally, he had them on.

  “I don’t need glasses anymore. I had Lasik done a couple of weeks ago,” he said.

  “Can you get a refund?” I replied, chuckling. “Cause, seriously, I wasn’t home last night.”

  “This is really odd,” replied Chuck, scratching his head. He frowned. “Either you’re pulling my leg or you have a doppelganger.”

  Doppelganger.

  The hair stood up on the back of my neck.

  “Stay here,” I said to Peyton, walking away.

  “What’s wrong?” she called.

  I glanced back. “Probably nothing. Just go back outside and wait for me by my bike. Please.”

  Looking perplexed, she gave Chuck one final glance and then stepped out of the building.

  “You need any help?” he called.

  “I’ll be fine,” I replied, wishing I had my blade or gun on me. Something told me that the asshole impersonating me was long gone, however.

  My apartment was locked and quiet when I walked in. I looked around, but didn’t notice anything out of place. Still, I knew the asshole had been there. Closing my eyes, I tried to get a sense of what the fucker had been doing and why he’d been there. After a few seconds, an image popped into my head of a rolling, white cooler.

  Realizing that he’d hidden something important in that cooler, I opened my eyes and began searching the apartmen
t again. When I opened up the bedroom closet, I noticed right away that my new denim cut was missing.

  That pissed the hell out of me.

  Furious, I knelt down and started searching through some of the boxes I hadn’t yet unpacked. It was then I found Devon’s safe, hidden in the back, under some clothing.

  Fuckers were still trying to pin the burglary on me.

  Gritting my teeth, I pulled out my phone and called Phoenix. It went to his voicemail.

  “Brother, you’re never going to believe what I found in my closet,” I said. “Devon’s safe. The fuckers had the actual balls to sneak into my place with it. Talk about a gutsy move. Call me.”

  As I hung up, Peyton sent me a text, asking if everything was okay. I told her I was fine and to hang tight.

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  Peyton

  I had no idea of what was happening and it was scary. From what I was hearing, it seemed as if the neighbor had mistaken someone else for Dom and he was obviously worried about it.

  After getting a text back from Dom, I stayed near his bike. Ten minutes later, he stepped out of the building, carrying what looked like a small safe. He motioned me toward him.

  “Is that yours?” I asked, hurrying over.

  “No. We’re taking my truck. It’s parked over there,” he said, motioning toward the other end of the parking lot at a red Dodge pickup.

  “Uh, okay.”

  I followed him to the vehicle and he put the safe into the backseat.

  “Get inside and wait for me,” he said, turning around. “Please.”

  “Is everything okay?”

  He hesitated. “Yeah. Everything is fine.”

  I could tell that he wanted to say more, but was hesitant.

  “Dom, what’s going on? I know we’ve just met, but you make a horrible liar.”