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Cocky Biker(9)

By:Faleena Hopkins


The cat shuffles her feet while we’re waiting. We all act like it’s totally normal for her to be here. No one looks at her. It’s like she’s invisible, just like you’d do with a feral cat you hope to gain the trust of. We don’t want to scare her off until we get answers.

We all asked the same question — why was she there, and with a gun — as we took off in the direction she went, after I spotted her and told them.

Tonk returns and plants a key in each of our waiting palms. He hands me a fresh blanket that’s folded and smells of detergent. “For the lady.”

With wariness, Scratch mumbles, “Check the mattresses.”

Crossing her arms over those sweet tits, the cat growls, “For the lady? I’m not staying the night!”

I smirk at her. “He meant me.”

Her face dissolves into confusion at the joke. On a low chuckle I turn my back on her to share a look with Scratch. The crinkles of time deepen around his eyes and, without saying anything aloud, he lets me know this battle will be uphill.

I’ve gotta admit, if I can talk her into dirtying up this blanket, I wouldn’t mind that one bit.

“Why do we have to check the mattresses?” she asks, as she follows me.

As I unlock the grimy door, I answer, “Bed bugs.”

Her lips tighten on a grimace, but it doesn’t mar that stunning face. She’s exotic. A firecracker. And I wanna feel her from the inside.

From the room to my right, Fuse pokes his head out, the first to report his findings. “All clean…ish.”

“Well, that’s a fuckin’ miracle,” Honey Badger says, ambling into his room on the other side of Fuse’s.

We all confirm the same, then like a bad drum solo, the doors close.

Now it’s just me and the kitty.

I lay the blanket on top of the bed and pat it. “Take a load off.”

“I’m fine by the door.”

Peeling my jacket from my body, I wince a little at the pain in my ribs. That big fucker got a couple in. Just bruises. I check around with my fingers to make sure nothing’s broken and as I do the room crackles with sexual chemistry. My veins are racing having her alone in here with just me.

It’s all I can do to bide my time so she learns to trust me.

What I want is to lift those sweet thighs up and give that feral cunt a nice, long taste.

As I look up to find her full lips parted and slightly moist, my cock twitches. She was carefully watching me inspect my ribcage through this shirt, and she must have fucking licked her lips in the process, which is hot. Very hot. She wants me as badly as I want her. I can feel it, electric in the air.

But I need to be real careful.

She already taught me she’s a runner.

I want her to fill me in on who she is before I show her who I can be for her…the greatest fuck of her life.

I consider what I should say next, and opt for trying to amuse her. “You like that?”

She stares for a second like she didn’t know I spoke. “Umm…what?”

“Me feelin’ my chest like this.” I pull up my shirt a little to expose my abs, and feel around, glancing from my naked muscles to her. “You like that?”

Her jaw ticks. “Nope. I was only watching because your knuckles are bloody, that’s all.”

“Nah. You were lookin’ at these.” I flex, cocking an eyebrow at her.

She shakes her head like she thinks I’m an asshole.

But I could swear I saw the hint of a smile in her beautiful eyes.

Leaning against the door with a thud, she announces, “Don’t fool yourself. I wasn’t.”

My gaze instinctively drops to her bouncing breasts. She’s got a light jacket on. A black one that matches her hair and makes her eyes and teeth look super white.

The backpack is on the floor.

I’m assuming that’s where she put the gun.





Luna





I don’t know if this rough-looking guy is being a fucking goofball, or if he really knows how hot he is. He’s already proved himself to be a jokester.

He probably knows.

He’s not shy, sheepish, or hesitant.

Every move Grey Eyes makes is strong, confident, and careful.

He’s playing me, hoping I don’t catch on…or mind. I have no idea how I feel, except hot and bothered. Torn, too. I should be checking out the address that girl gave me, but here I am playing games with a biker, telling myself it matters why he and his buddies turned that place upside down.

The only thing that matters is killing him. I’ve waited my whole life for this.

So why am I still here with this guy.

His smirk is casual but potent as Grey Eyes heads to the bathroom to wash the blood from his hands. He walks the way only some guys do, like his dick is so big his legs have to shoot out to the sides to make room for the journey. Fucking hot.