Page 27 of Pike’s Redemption

“We’ll let it play out. It sounds like we have to talk to Maddox and Dimitri. They’ll help you set all this up. I am pretty positive that the tracker is a no-brainer for Ronnie. Can you give the information for the tracker to Dimitri and Maddox?”

“Yeah, I can do that. Maybe I should go to the Open Road and talk to them tonight about it,” he looked at me consideringly. “Want to go with me? We could get a ride in and a drink?”

“I’d like that. You could help me change.” I winked. “Maybe a little alone time first?”

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“Do I need to wear anything special?” I asked as we headed over to my side of the house, Pike’s large presence looming as we wove through the hallways. The conversation had done little to lessen my desire for him, and I was already eager for whatever time we could carve out before we had to leave. His hand was tight around mine as he allowed me to guide him down the hallway. My understanding of the biker bar over in Haverboro wasn’t extensive. I knew it belonged to the Iron Brotherhood and wanted to look the part.

“You could be wearing a potato sack, and I'd still think you're the sexiest woman alive,” he replied, his voice low and gravelly.

“Well, do biker babes show skin?” He was looking at me with an amused look as I cocked a hip at him.

“Biker babes?” he chuckled darkly as he yanked me to him. “Well, those biker babes, as you call them,” he said, tucking my hair back over my shoulder, his lips ducking against my throat, making my thighs clench. “Wear all sorts of shit I don’t want you wearing. You don’t worry about what they wear. Most of those women are out looking for action in bars like the Road and the Pit. A quick fuck with a biker.” I frowned at his words.

“Listen up, buddy. This.” I gestured to him and me. “We’re exclusive as long as this is happening.” I didn’t want any confusion

“Oh, we’re exclusive, Nat. I’ll be slicing off someone’s body parts if they touch you. Don’t doubt it.” His words shouldn’t turn me on, but as he pulled my top off, I couldn’t help it. “Let me help you get changed, baby. Look at those pretty tits.” He whispered the last, caressing the top of each rounded edge that peeked through the lace, tormenting me. “Let’s see what you’re going to pick out to wear.”

Was he not going to fuck me right now? I was dying, my sex drenched in these panties as he wedged me forward into the closet. Well, two could play at this game. Rummaging through my closet, I pulled out a pair of tight black jeans and a fitted tank top. Bending over, I yanked my shorts down and thong, letting him see how drenched I was. I could hear the sharp hiss of breath being sucked in from behind me, that tell-tale sigh that he was surprised. I popped my bra off, letting my breasts free, grabbed the clothes I picked out, and stopped in front of him, brow arched.

“Where are you going, Nat? All naked and bothered with that pussy all drenched for me?”

“To get dressed?”

“I’m not letting you go anywhere without filling you up with my cock first. I’m marking you as mine.” Most of the time, I had a good read on Pike, but I wasn’t sure I did right now as he backed me against the wall and unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. My head fell against the wall as he thrust inside, lifting me onto his cock, pulling a leg over his hip. The burn made it all the sweeter. I’d been ready for him, but he wasn’t slowing down, and it was even better bare. I was so close.

“Fuck Natty, you need to come right now.” The agony on his face as my walls fluttered turned me on even more, and I screamed toward that release. “That’s it, baby.” He came in hot spurts, and our eyes found each other simultaneously. His hair had flopped forward. Sweat sheened over his face as he leaned forward to capture my bottom lip with his mouth. Pike tugged it with his teeth, sucking on it hard.

“There. Now we can go.” He rocked back into me one more now, the shudders subsiding before he slid his cock out and tucked himself back up into his pants.

I rolled my eyes at him. Men. Sometimes they were such overbearing assholes, but I couldn’t mind too much. The orgasms Pike gave were mindblowing. Hot sex wasn’t anything to complain about. The whole time I cleaned up and dressed, he watched me like a hawk, his muscular arms crossed over his chest, looking like a motorcycle god. It made me want him all over again.

I slipped into the jeans, wiggling a bit to get them over my hips, then tugged the tank top over my head. It clung to my curves, the deep V-neck showing just enough cleavage to be teasing without being over the top.

I glanced over my shoulder to see Pike leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed, watching me with an appreciative smirk. His dark eyes followed every move I made, and I felt a rush of heat rise to my cheeks.

"Like what you see?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I turned back to the mirror.

"Always," he replied seriously.

I laughed softly, shaking my head. "Flatterer."

“Just telling the truth,” he said, pushing off the doorframe and approaching me. He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, pulling me close. His chin rested on my shoulder as he looked at our reflection in the mirror. “You look perfect,” he said.

I leaned back into him, savoring the warmth of his body against mine. "Think I'll fit in?"

He chuckled. "You'll turn heads, that's for sure. But yeah, you'll fit in just fine."

I felt exhilarated at his words. The idea of stepping into his world was exciting, even for just one night. It was different from the law and order world that I operated in. With Pike, I was allowed to be someone else on the wrong side of the law, even if just a little. I slipped out of his embrace and turned to face him, biting my lower lip. "Think you can handle it?"

His eyes darkened with desire as he cupped my breasts for a few beats and toyed with my nipples. "I can handle anything as long as you're by my side,” he said. “I wish we had a little more time to play.” He gave them a light pinch. I did, too. Somehow I was perpetually horny around this man.

I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him softly, savoring his taste. When we broke apart, I gave him a playful shove. "Alright, let me finish getting ready."

He stepped back, giving me room as I reached for my boots. They were black, worn leather with just enough scuff to look authentic. I pulled them on, zipping them up with a satisfying click. Next, I grabbed my leather jacket and slipped it over my shoulders. The cool, smooth material felt like armor, and I instantly felt more confident.

"Perfect," Pike said, his eyes raking over me appreciatively. "You ready?"

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