Throttle's Seduction(Insurgents MC Romance Book 7)(41)

Throttle chomped on a couple. "They are good. One of the old ladies is  responsible for this. Whoever it was probably tasted the shit we had and  thought we deserved something better. I bet it was Belle." The prospect  ran over and filled the nearly empty bowl with more olives.

"What of it, man? Jax is right. You gave me so much shit about Addie,  and here you are fighting any brother who even jokes about Kimber. Never  thought I'd see the day you had an old lady." Chas laughed.

"She's not my old lady." He narrowed his eyes.

"Yet," Jax said, and Chas, Jerry, and Axe broke out laughing.

"Don't sweat it, bro. Once you take the step, you'll wonder how you ever  thought easy pussy was enough." Axe took a handful of peanuts from the  bowl next to Throttle.

"I'd like to stay here and chat with you about the pros and cons of easy pussy, but I gotta change and head out to Kimber's."

As he walked away, he heard the guys say, "Definitely gonna make her his  old lady. He's so pussy-whipped." He gritted his teeth and climbed the  stairs to his room.

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When she opened the door, Throttle's gaze traveled up her body,  caressing every inch of her. Her halter top, tropical print sundress  hugged her in just the right places, and he felt his jeans tighten when  he saw her pink-painted toenails in the strappy high heels. The image of  her legs wrapped around his waist with her heels digging into his ass  made his pants snugger.

"You're early," she said as she stepped aside. "I have to put on my lipstick and change out my purse."

He drew her to him and dug his fingers in her inner thighs. Burying his  face in the space between her ear and neck, he nibbled her soft skin,  whispering against it, "Seeing you in your short dress and fuck-me heels  drives me crazy. Your scent, your body, your look make me hard as hell.  What're you doing to me, babe?" He covered her mouth and plunged his  tongue deep inside, pressing her even closer to him.

She pulled away slightly. "Oh, Throttle," she murmured on his lips before he pushed in deeper, swallowing her moans.

In and out he thrust his tongue inside her warm mouth, and she fisted  his muscle shirt and rubbed her knee against his throbbing dick. She  arched her back and pushed against him, her hard and erect nipples  burning his skin. "You're so fuckin' irresistible," he breathed. His  hand glided underneath her dress and he slipped his finger inside her  panties, tucking it between her wet folds.

"I love it when you touch me there," she panted, then groaned when he inserted his finger in her heat.

"And I love it when you're wet. It tells me how badly you want me." He shoved his finger deeper.

Each groan, whimper, and yelp of pleasure hit him like a Taser straight  to his dick. He couldn't remember ever wanting a woman as badly as he  wanted her. His fingers stretched and twisted inside her heated wetness  while his thumb stroked her hardened nub, and he felt her skin tremble  beneath his touch.

"You're driving me crazy," she said, then zipped down his jeans, freeing  his throbbing dick. While she squeezed and moved her hand up and down,  they kissed hotly, the fire in him raging.

"How do you make me so wild? All I ever want to do is touch you, fuck you, and just be with you."

A whimper of enjoyment escaped from her throat, and he felt her walls  clamp around his fingers. With her head thrown back, she screamed out,  her body trembling in his arms. He held her close as he stiffened, a  surge of tension ripping through him before he released his warm  streams. He grunted, and they held each other as their climaxes peaked  and then descended, pressed together as one. They panted softly into  each other's ears.

After several minutes, Kimber kissed him tenderly and broke away,  pulling down her dress. "That was some greeting." Her eyes sparkled.

"Yeah." He looked down at the wet spot on his jeans and grimaced. "Fuck."

Kimber laughed and held out her hand. "Give them to me. I'll throw them  in the dryer for a few minutes." She took his jeans. "I have to freshen  up. Grab a beer and I'll be back soon."                       
       
           



       

While he sat on the couch in his boxers, drinking a beer, his phone pinged. He looked down and smiled.

Dawn: U coming?

Throttle: Soon.

Dawn: When?

Throttle: 20 to 30 minutes.

Dawn: K. Livi's been asking.

Throttle smiled.

Throttle: Tell her to hold on. I'm coming. I'm bringing someone.

Dawn: Who?

Throttle: Her name's Kimber.

He braced himself for the onslaught of questions his sister would ask.  He should have mentioned it when they'd spoken a few days before, but he  wasn't up to explaining what he had with Kimber. And all the shit that  happened at the expo clouded everything else. He also suspected his  sister was in cahoots with Mariah to get him back together with her.  Another ping.

Dawn: She must be someone special for you to bring her. Never met any woman u know since Mariah.

Throttle: She is special. B nice.

Dawn: What about Mariah?

Throttle: What about her?

Dawn: Thought u 2 would hook up again.

Throttle: Fuck no!

"Your jeans are all dry-not a trace of evidence of any fucking." Kimber  handed him his warm pants and kissed him on the cheek. "Who're you  texting?"

He pulled her down next to him and kissed her shoulder. "My sister. Olivia's freaking ‘cause I'm late."

"Then we better go. I hope your sister likes me."

"She will, and if she doesn't, I don't give a fuck." He glanced down at his phone.

Dawn: U loved her a lot. She's a changed woman. Don't throw something good away because u can't let go of ur anger.

Throttle: Not talkin' about this. Done with Mariah. We're leaving now. See you in 5.

He stood up and slipped his pants on, then put his vibrating phone in his pocket. "You ready?" he asked Kimber.

She nodded and, after setting the alarm and locking up, they walked to  his pickup truck. "Where're we going for dinner? I'm really hungry. I've  been so busy with my small-business project that I haven't eaten since  last night." She kneaded the back of his neck as he drove. "I'm taking  tonight off. I'm free to do whatever."

Throttle glanced at her from under hooded lids, a devilish smile dancing  on his lips. "That's good to know. I can fill up your free time real  good." He turned the corner and in less than ten minutes, he pulled up  in front of Dawn's house.

Before he could come around to the passenger's side to help Kimber out,  Olivia came barreling down the sidewalk, yelling, "Uncle Throttle!" He  caught her in his arms, scooped her up, and hugged her close, planting a  big kiss on her soft cheek. "You're late," she said, then giggled when  he kissed her again.

"I know, sorry. I had shit to do, but I'm here now." He put her down and  grasped her small hand in his. Kimber closed the truck's door and he  turned to her, reaching out for her hand. "Kimber, this is Olivia, the  cutest, smartest, and sometimes most ornery girl in Pinewood Springs."  He smiled as his niece giggled. "And Olivia, this is Kimber, the  sweetest, prettiest, and most of the time most stubborn woman in  Pinewood Springs." Kimber swatted him on the arm as she smiled at him  and Olivia.

"Where's your mom?" Throttle asked as the three of them walked up to the house.

"She's coming. She's just finishing a phone call. Where are we going for dinner?" Olivia twirled around on the porch.

"I've been trying to find that out myself," Kimber said softly.

"We're going to Burgers & Beer Joint."

"I love that place," Olivia squealed, her dark eyes bright.

"You're such a goofball," Throttle said as he pulled her on his lap. "But that's why I love you so much."

"I love you too, Uncle Throttle. Mommy said you're going to take us to the carnival next week."

"Yep. It'll kick ass. You can ask a friend to come along."

"I already asked Ella and she said yes. I lost another tooth. See?" She pulled back her bottom lip, revealing a space.

"Pretty soon you're gonna be toothless," he said. She laughed loud like it was the funniest thing she'd ever heard.

Olivia wiggled off his lap. "I'm going to see what's taking Mommy so long."

When the screen door slammed behind the girl, Kimber brought Throttle's hand to her lips and kissed it. "Thanks."

"For what?"

"For sharing a part of you I didn't think existed. Even though you don't  want anyone to know, you're a real sweetheart." She leaned over and  kissed him gently on the lips.                       
       
           



       

Something deep inside him stirred and it twisted around his groin, moved  up his stomach, and filled his heart. It scared the shit out of him;  the biker who had blood on his hands from years with the brotherhood was  afraid of love. He'd given his heart completely to Mariah, and she'd  trampled on it. How could he be certain Kimber wouldn't do the same?  Even though she wasn't anything at all like Mariah, she was still a  woman, and women, in his experience, were fickle. Kimber hadn't voiced  her feelings for him other than having a good time when they hung out  and loving the mind-blowing orgasms he gave her.