Page 47 of Break Out

I kissed him and he bucked his hips faster.

“Get there, Simone,” he whispered against my lips.

That wasn’t likely to work, but then he swiveled his hips and thrust harder. He dropped his head to my other breast and ran his teeth over that nipple. The sensations ripped through me again and I came.

He gave a shout as he came not long after.

I liked feeling him come inside me. If I were honest with myself, I liked it too much. I ignored that and kissed him.

He unwrapped my legs and put me down. “You showered yet?”

“No, is there a problem?”

He traced his finger down my neck and between my breasts. “Nope. We’re gonna shower together.”

I stepped out of the bathroom and drank in the sight of Steel in the bed. The sheets rested at his belly button, and his tattoos had my fingers itching to trace them.

He smirked at me. “Are you just gonna stare at me? Isn’t that what you asked me back in December?”

“Sounds like something I’d say, but yeah. I could just stare at you.”

He shrugged a shoulder. “As long as you do it standing there naked, that works.”

I chuckled silently and wandered back to the bed. He reached out and pulled me to him under the covers. “I’m starving. I don’t know if I’m keeping you from serious club business, but—”

“We’ll Doordash whatever you want.”

I bit my lip. “For being so worried about the threat of a threat, aren’t you paranoid someone will tamper with your food?”

He gave me a slight smile. “In Georgia, absolutely. Here, I’m just another biker.”

I swirled my index finger around a tribal tattoo that resembled the rim of his Harley’s front tire. “A psycho Doordasher gets a pick up for two orders, he could poison both and come back to fuck with you.”

He rolled on top of me. “Are you trying to make me more paranoid?”

I smiled. “Nope. Just saying, the extra protection is just being… extra.”

“I’ll show you being extra with my cock.”

I laughed. “You did that twice already.”

His eyes were hypnotizing. “And I want to do it two more times.”

“If you feed me, you can. Actually, I can feed both of us. Lex picked up stuff for tacos if you want.”

His hand drifted down my body to my center. “This is the only taco I want.”

I rolled my eyes. “So original, that one.”

He grinned. “We’ll eat whatever you want, Jade. I’ll even cook for you, but I’m a terror in the kitchen.”

“A terror?”

He settled more of his weight on me. “Burn shit, spill it, you name it and it’s hit or miss if the damned food is edible.”

I nodded. “All righty. Not a culinary master.”

“Who’s Lex?” he asked.

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