Beauty and the Biker(28)

“One more, shortcake. Please, just one more, I need it,” he pleads before diving back in, making my back bow off the bed.

He eats me like a man starved. And maybe he is. His mouth locks around my clit, sucking it, his tongue teasing it. His facial hair rubs up against my thighs, the hard whiskers almost painful, but somehow it only adds to the pleasure.

My knees clamp tightly together, trying to close, but Abe is so big and broad, I can’t do anything to stop him. I’m completely open to him with no escape. Every time I try to squirm away, it’s like he buries himself deeper into me, afraid I’ll disappear.

Abe isn't a tease. He gets pleasure from every orgasm he pulls from my body. Looking down at him sends me over the edge. The sheer size of him and the ferocity of how much he needs me send another orgasm rippling through my body.

I lie limp on the bed, but he still doesn’t let me go. He moves up a little, laying his head on the top of my mound. I look down at him, and he stares at me with a half-smile on his face. It’s a smile I haven’t seen since before he left me to go back to the desert.

“I can’t lose you,” he says, making my heart clench. I hate all the years we’ve spent apart, all the time lost, but I can’t lie and say it doesn’t make me happy that he’s missed me just as much as I’ve missed him. At least I had our son, and I had a piece of Abe with me. He’s been all alone this whole time.

Pulling my hand from his, I run my fingers through his hair, down to the scar that runs from his temple to his jaw. He normally hides this side of his face.

“I forgot about them for a moment. You never comment on them,” he says, and I can hear the insecurity in his voice.

“I don’t notice them.” This is the truth. Are they there? Yes, of course. But I still remember the day he opened his eyes in the hospital, and all I saw was him. His blue eyes took my breath away. “They’re just a part of our journey.”

“We're going to be on this path together now, you and me,” he tells me, climbing up my body like a panther after its prey, taking my mouth with his. I can taste myself all over him, taste the pleasure he’s given my body.

I feel his cock against me, and I wiggle, knowing I couldn’t take him right now even though I want nothing more. I want to stay locked up in him for days, to make up for lost time.

Pulling back, he trails kisses along my neck, making me breathless.

“Abe, honey, I need a shower,” I tell him, but part of it comes out as a moan, and I feel him smile against my neck.

A knock sounds at the door. “Savage, we need to talk,” Lucias says through the door.

“We're going to have to get our own place,” he growls, dragging himself from the bed. He’s probably right. I have my own apartment, but there’s definitely not room for Savage in it, and I don’t like the idea of raising our kid inside a motorcycle club. I don’t even think Abe could fit on my king-size bed.

Rolling onto my side, I watch him pull on a pair of jeans, and then dig through a drawer before he throws a shirt at me. Snatching it up, I jump off the bed and slip past him before he can grab me. “Door,” I say, reminding him Lucias is on the other side.

He lets out a grunt, watching me retreat into the bathroom.

“Jesus, this room smells like sex,” I hear Lucias say, making me blush even though I know he can’t see me.

“Then don’t fucking breathe,” Abe shoots back, sounding agitated.

Lucias lets out a laugh. “She’s still here, I take it?”

I don’t hear Abe’s response, so he must have said what he needed to say with just a look.

“You going to let me in or you want to go down to my office?”

For some reason I hope he lets him in. I want to hear what they’re going to say. I should turn on the shower and give them their privacy, but if Abe lets him in the room, he has to know I might hear what they say.

“Yeah, man, come in.”

Leaning against the door, I wait to hear what Lucias has to say. We’ve never had a problem before, but he’s the one who told me I should leave Abe alone, that I was only making things worse. Would he tell him he should kick me out? That I’m better left in the past? Part of me wants to storm in there and get in the face of anyone who tries to rip us apart, but another part wants to hear what Abe has to say to him.

“Five Aces are pissed you were in one of their bars last night. Not only that, but they also said you knocked out their Road Captain.”

“I warned him. I told him he was messing with my property,” Abe growls back. Last night when Burnout suggested I belonged to him, it pissed me off and terrified me, but when Abe says it I get a warm feeling in my stomach, and my heart flutters.