Page 55 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

The way his voice grew huskier and more singsong had her vagina dancing. She couldn't figure out if he were sweetness poised as a Norwegian biker or giving her a line of bullshit.

"That's not funny." She pushed against him to get off his lap, and he wrapped his arms around her, not letting her go.

"I'm not laughing." His gaze dropped to her mouth. "No one knows what will happen. Not you. Not me. I would show you how I felt, regardless if someone was watching because it's important that you know how I feel."

The sentiment was endearing, but it brought her back to the worry that what happened within his club was more dangerous than he let on. Slag Motorcycle Club had more going on than running the bar.

"Where did you go today?" she asked, dropping the subject of sex.

He sighed and leaned back, gathering her hands in his. "I went up into Washington and visited another Motorcycle Club."

"Why?"

"Why not?" He brought her hands to his lips. "Clubs gather, work together, and keep in touch. Much like friends do in your life."

She studied him. It was a cookie cutter answer, and she needed to know more.

"Is the bar the only way the club makes money? How does everyone support themselves? There's a lot of people who belong to Slag, and you mentioned most of the members were in the process of trying to rent homes in the area."

The muscle near his eye ticked. "You're asking questions I won't answer."

She got off his lap before he could stop her, though he made no move. It was clear they had different views on sex and friendships. A friend would let her into his life.

He stood from the couch and wrapped his arms around her from behind. His hands cupped her breasts. A wave of arousal hit her, and she closed her eyes.

"You once told me you make a point to be grateful for what you have in your life by telling others thank you," he whispered, lowering his head to her ear. "Thank you, Lizzy Wheaton, for having me in your bed this morning."

She swallowed the lump of emotions choking her. That was the sweetest thing to have ever come out of Roar's mouth.

Turning in his arms, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him the way she'd wanted to the moment he came to her. She kept nothing back.

He lowered his hands, cupping the top of her butt and pressed her against his cock. She moaned into his mouth.

Losing control of herself, she pulled back, kissed him lightly, and gazed up at him. "Can you stay here for a while?"

He led her over to the couch. She cuddled up against his side. Then, she told him about her day. And, he described the rivers and lakes he rode by on his ride.

Roar gave her time. He gave her conversation. He gave her enough she forgot to worry.

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