Page 13 of Biker in Love

I tried to move with him, but it was too much for me to take. My orgasm started building again, and I knew it was only a matter of seconds before I was mush in his arms.

“Red,” I gasped. “I need…” I didn’t know what I needed, but Red seemed to know just what to do.

“Yes, baby,” he breathed. “Fucking take all of me.” He slammed into me, and I closed my eyes. Stars shattered behind my eyelids, and my breath caught.

My orgasm crashed over me harder than the last.

“So fucking good,” he growled. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. My neck arched, and I wrapped my arms around his waist. I grabbed his ass with both hands, and he cried out my name.

He thrust deep, his breathing labored, and he emptied his load inside me.

“Yes,” I cried. “Oh god.”

I slowly came down, his dick still inside me, both of us sated for the moment.

“One month,” he whispered in my ear.

“One month?” I asked.

“I waited one month for that, and I would wait a million years just to have you again.”

“Red,” I whispered.

He pressed a kiss to the side of my head and then lifted me into his arms. “You’re not going home tonight,” he stated.

“Well, home is really far away,” I giggled.

“Smartass,” he muttered.

He moved through his house and then up a set of stairs.

I should be paying attention to where we were headed, but I assumed we were going to his bed. I was too tired to keep my eyes open and rested my head on his shoulder.

My back hit a soft, silk blanket, and then his body was next to mine. “Sleepy,” I whispered.

His lips pressed against my forehead. “Be right back, baby. Gotta shut the house down.”

I nodded and nestled into the soft pillow under my head. “Hurry back.”

The warmth of his body left me, and a soft blanket settled over me.

I wasn't the type of girl to sleep with a man on the first date. Never done it before.

Red was different, though.

It didn’t feel like a first date.

It didn’t feel like I had only talked to him just days ago.

It felt like I had known him forever, and being in his bed was like coming home.

This felt like where I belonged, and I wasn’t going to leave as long as he wanted me here.

Chapter Eight

Red

“I gotta run to the bar.”

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