Page 116 of Bullet

“Oh, that’s so sweet,” Levi said. “Waiting for after the wedding to make it special.”

That wasn’t exactly the reason.

Jazzy poured shots, tossed one back, then handed one to me. “I don’t ever plan to get married, but I’d fuck Rogue on the altar.”

Levi snorted. “It’s too uncomfortable. The wood hurt my back, and it’s slippery.”

We all turned to the sweetly innocent girl.

“I told you she’s a freak in the sheets,” Jazzy said.

McKelle wagged her brows. “She’d have to be to keep her pretty boy happy.”

A knock sounded on the door. “Stormy?” Steele called.

Hana opened the door. “Girls only.”

“I need a little help with Lili.”

“I’ll be right back.” I slipped out of the room with Steele.

“Small confession. Lili is fine. Bullet needs to talk to you. He’s been cockblocked by your bridal party.”

I slipped into my room. Before I had the door closed, Bullet was on me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Your friends are keeping me away from you.” He braced a hand on the door, the other skimmed along my ribs and onto my hip. “I haven’t seen you since coffee this morning. Too fucking long.” He kissed along my neck, sucking and nipping my skin.

“You’re not supposed to see the bride before the wedding.” I rolled my hips into him, desperate for the friction.

“Two fucking days, brown eyes. You’re killing me.” He clutched the sheer fabric of my dress and slowly hiked it higher. “I need inside you.”

I smiled as I ran my palm over the hard column of his cock. “We’re getting married in less than an hour.”

“Can’t wait.” He tugged on the elastic edge of my panties.

I shimmied my hips until they slipped down my legs. “Don’t mess up my hair and makeup.” I worked open the closure of his black trousers. I never expected him to wear a tux, but the fitted dockers hugged his hips and molded to his thighs.

Bullet lifted me and pressed me against the door. “This is going to be hard and fast.” And he was there, notched at my entrance, breaching my body, stretching me open, and sliding his cock deep into my drenched passage.

A low growl from him blended with a sated sigh from me.

“I want my cum soaking your thighs as you promise to be mine.” He slammed into me again and again. I clung to his shoulders, my core tightening against him, gloving his cock, sucking him deeper. The wet sound of our bodies coming together filled the room.

This man.Catnip.The biker from my dreams, my protector, my lover. He was going to be my husband. We had forever to feel this way.

“Oh god.” His cock piercing rubbed against the magic trigger deep inside me. My orgasm flared, a white-hot release searing through every part of me. My head slammed against the door. Bullet fucked me harder. He gripped my hips, and I locked my legs around him.

With a roar, he erupted. Hot jets of cum bathed my channel. The slick slide of his cock into me, the feel of his breath against my neck, and the firm grip of his strong hands on me created a maelstrom of emotions surging through me. Tears filled my eyes.

“Damn it,” I cursed. I didn’t want to cry on my wedding day.

He froze with his cock still buried within me. “Fuck. Did I hurt you?”

I burst into sobs.

Bullet ripped from my body, spun around, set me on the bed, and held me. “Jesus. I’m sorry. Fuck, brown eyes, I hurt you.”

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