Page 59 of Motorycle Daddies

My heart skips a beat at the idea. And they’re right. The stakes for Grizzly are different. If we confess, he’s confessing to keeping a secret from his daughter. And she’s been his only ray of sunshine since he lost his wife years ago. She’s his whole life. If he loses Harlow, he’ll lose himself.

I sit up straight, not liking where this is going. “I’m sorry, I’d like to spend some time with you guys, but I have to go talk to Grizzly now. While it’s still fresh. You understand, don’t you?”

I look back and forth between them both, and they nod.

“We’ll be waiting here when you get back. Whatever time that is,” Dart says reassuringly. I look over all of their tattoos and their biker jackets, wondering how their sweet hearts are hiding underneath there. I feel so incredibly lucky right now. But I also know there’s a chance that Grizzly’s response could bring this all crashing down tonight. It’s why I have to go now. I can’t wait another moment. The deeper it gets, the harder it will hurt if I lose them.

Assuming that even this late at night he’s in his office, I quietly make my way through the halls and down the stairs. There are still a few members hanging around near the bar and playing pool, but I’m in the shadows out of sight. And Harlow and her guys are nowhere to be seen. I’m sure they’re asleep cuddled up together by now.

I softly knock on the door to Grizzly’s office. There’s an affirmative grunt as if to tell me to come in, but it doesn’t form an actual word.

I crack the door open and slip in, quickly shutting it behind me. I reach behind me and lock it, flattening myself against the door as he doesn’t even look up at me. I’m sure he’s assuming I’m one of his members coming to talk about whatever is making him look so stressed.

I almost turn around and dart out. He doesn’t look like he’s in the mood to talk about this right now. And I can’t blame him. He’s going through a lot. He keeps rubbing his face as if he can rub the wrinkles out. I want to just go to him and comfort him.

When I don’t say anything for a while, he looks up at me from under his lashes. Such a beautiful man for his age and everything he’s been through in his life. He’s like a work of art. My body melts just looking at him.

“Meredith, what are you doing?—”

I walk over to him. I can’t help myself as I place my finger over his lips to shut him up. If this could end tonight, I want one more time with him. One more explosive moment. Then I can let it all go.

I trail my finger down his lips and face, lingering in his beard for a moment before continuing down to his zipper.

“Meredith,” he groans as I unzip his jeans and unbutton them.

“Shh, you’re stressed. Let me make you feel better,” I whisper.

He groans again but stands up and lets me tug his pants and boxers down.

“Don’t worry,” I tell him. “The door’s locked and Harlow’s asleep.”

I walk him into the wall behind his desk, and he looks at me with a gaze full of lust, though I swear there’s something more. My body aches for him, and I want him to make me feel good too. But I want to do this for him first. He protects and serves everyone, so it’s his turn to be catered to.

I slide my hand up under his shirt, feeling his hard chest as he breathes heavily in and out. Then, I seal the heat between us with a kiss. His hand slides behind my neck and rubs it with his thumb in a way that makes me soak my panties.

I sear him with a look as he grabs a fistful of hair while I slide down his body until I reach his fully erect cock. It’s standing at attention just for me, and after all this time it’s still hard to believe I can do this to him.

He pulls my hair in a satisfying way and releases a soft moan as I wrap my lips around the head and give it a little lick to tease him.

I gaze up at him from where I kneel and watch him close his eyes and lean his head back in ecstasy while I take more of him into my mouth. My lips stretch, surrounding him, and as I reach the back of my throat to accommodate his size, my eyes tear a little. But I won’t stop.

He growls possessively as I begin to pull him in and out of my mouth, swirling my tongue expertly and letting his reactions guide me. It’s not long before his hips start pumping, forcing his cock to fuck my mouth. I don’t mind as my core tightens, thinking of the power I have over him.

I let him use me like his little sex doll.

His balls tighten, and I suck harder, ready to take all he has to give me. “Meredith,” he groans. “God, I fucking love you.”

I go harder for him, pushing myself to my limits as my heart swells. I don’t know if he means it or if he was caught up in the moment, but right now I don’t care.

He releases into me, and I drink him down until every last drop is gone.

He pulls out, breathing hard before pulling me up by my neck. He kisses me, tasting himself on me before his hand finds my center, soaking through my tight yoga pants.

“You’re so fucking wet from pleasing me. Such a dirty girl for me,” he tells me. I nearly cream at the thought.

He flips me around and pushes his chair out of the way so he can bend me over the table. Without any other foreplay, he pulls my pants down and slams into me, his cock still hard even though I drained him dry.

I bite my tongue until I taste blood to stop myself from screaming. Someone will surely come running and figure out what the hell is going on in here. They’ll never let it go until they find out who the Prez is making come all over his cock.

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