Page 9 of Rolling with the Single Daddies

Working my way up her calf, over her yoga pants, I force myself not to go higher, yet. Time for the other foot.

“I saw you staring at my MC patches the other night. Does it bother you that I’m in a motorcycle club?”

Avery hesitates, and I can see the walls going up again. “No, it’s fine.”

I ease myself onto one elbow, studying her face. “I’m in one of the good ones. Ask any of your teammates that have hooked up with my brothers.”

“Trust me, I’m well aware of how much my teammates enjoy your brothers.”

“It’s kind of crazy. I’ve been wondering why the guys were going to all of the roller derby bouts. Guess I should have shown up.”

“You’re here now.”

Her simple words sound like an invitation, but I want her to be more than just a roommate with benefits. I want to breed her. I hate that someone else has already given her a baby. Where is that motherfucker now? Why isn’t he taking care of them?

I stroke my fingers along the length of her arm and realize how tense she is. “Tell me about yourself.”

She laughs, but it’s hollow. “I’m just a single mom trying to get through each day.”

Evasive once again. “Alright, how about we start with something simpler?”

“Like what? I’m so boring now.”

“You’re far from boring. What’s your roller derby name? I’ve heard some really fun ones, like Unholy Roller, Bitchcraft, DomiSkatrix…”

Her eyes fall shut as she suppresses a laugh. “Here comes proof of how not fun I am… MamaBear. I got pregnant before my first official bout, so the team named me.”

Without letting her dwell, I sit and pat the blanket between my legs. “It’s perfect.” I also consider her derby name more proof that she’s supposed to be in our lives since Bane calls Evie ‘Baby Bear’.

She furrows her brow.

“Let me give you a massage.”

She hops into place. “If it’s anywhere as good as your foot massage, this might become a habit. I promise I’ll pay you back.”

Cupping her petite frame, I work my fingers into her shoulders, down her back, along her arms, then pull her body against my chest. “The only payback I want is for you to trust me.”

“I wouldn’t have moved in or be alone in the woods with you if I didn’t trust you.”

“I mean with everything. You don’t have to hide your past from me.”

Herbody tenses.

“You don’t have to tell me until you’re ready.” Tucking my finger beside her chin, I angle her face so I can see it. “Can I kiss you?”

She nods.

Her lips are soft and warm against mine then they part and my tongue slides between them, picking up the hint of strawberries from her lip gloss. I take my time, savoring the feel of her mouth beneath mine.

She swivels her body to face me. Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me closer before her legs straddle me. She sits on my lap, grinding on my erection, whether she realizes it or not.

I suspect she’s fully aware.

As the kiss deepens, my hands wander, exploring the curves of her body. I want to devour her, to erase every trace of hesitation. I tug at the hem of her shirt, and she lifts her arms, allowing me to pull it over her head. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of her lace bra barely containing her plump breasts.

I skim my hands up her belly, feeling the muscles flutter under her silky skin. She wiggles and mumbles something against my lips, as if embarrassed by my touch.

“You’re perfect,” I say, not sure if my words make it through our kiss. I also don’t want to make her uncomfortable so I move my hands upward to palm her heavy breasts and roll her pebbled nipples between my fingers.

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