Page 22 of Biker's Property

I want to be better,but my urges are impossible to control, especially after all the time I spent behind bars. I don’t have to be a demon, I understand that…

But when Isee Joslin in that Korn shirt and sweatpants, my arousal takes over my common sense. I feel like a reptile catching the scent of a small rodent.

Seraphine will be here soon with breakfast. I don’t have time to do anything.

“Steel–”Joslin begins.

I clampmy hand over her mouth and push her back into the bathroom.

Joslin’s eyeswiden as much as they can when I shove her back into the bathroom and close the door behind me. The fear on her face, the surprise in her eyes should stop me, but I just keep examining her with surprising coldness, turning off all my emotions as I feel my dick rising to attention.

It’s not something I’m proud of, it’s just something that happens when I have to fill a need. Doesn’t make sense to get all caught up in feelings, especially when Southpaw or anyone in this club could take an unmarked woman away from me at any time.

I don’t know what type of woman she is. All I know is that she won’t be mine unless I mark her physically. Or mark her like this. Joslin reaches for my forearm, never breaking eye contact with me, never dropping her expression of clear betrayal. She expects better from me.

“I want to fuck you,” I say. “I know it’s wrong. I know it’s not what you want but… It’s been a long time for me Joslin and?—”

“HOUSEKEEPING!” Seraphine’s voice interrupts me, followed by a torrent of knocking. It’s enough of a distraction that Joslin breaks away from me and gets the door open. I don’t stop her. Fucking Seraphine…

Joslin walks to the hotel room door and opens it to find Seraphine, smiling like it’s goddamn Christmas as she holds a tray with all the fixings on it. I reach over and take the tray out of Seraphine’s hands, partly so I can step in front of Joslin and stop her from taking off down the hall like a lemming.

“The clothes fit you cute,” Seraphine says, giving Joslin a once over. “And you survived the night without me hearing any thumping and moaning through these noisy old ass vents.”

When she sees the look on Joslin’s face, she says quickly. “Don’t mean anything by that, sweetheart. You’re free to fuck him if you want, even if he’s a bit of a manwhore.”

“Seraphine…”

“I’ll be downstairs.”

“Do you need help?” Joslin says, giving Seraphine a pleading look which she doesn’t seem to notice. Seraphine waves her off.

“Gosh, you are polite. I don’t need help, sweetheart. You look burned up and tired. Eat some breakfast with Steel and if he lets you out of his sight, I recommend watching some television.”

Before Joslin can answer, I close the door in Seraphine’s face.

“Eager to get away, huh?”

I walk towards the little table in the motel room and hear Seraphine shuffle away after she clearly listens at the door for a few seconds. I set the tray on the table and point to a chair. Joslin follows obediently, but she doesn’t take her eyes off me.

I have mixed feelings about her attention on me right now. She’s clearly mad, but fuck it feels good to have this woman looking at me at all.

“You had a moment,” she says. “Not a good moment.”

“You’re pretty fine.”

“Thank you,” Joslin says. “You’re not an animal,Ryder.”

Her sayingmy name does something funny to my chest. But her tone is crazy. She doesn’t know what I am. I scoff.

“How canyou say that after what you saw?”

“You don’t know what I saw.”

“Care to tell me?”

“While we’re eating?” She says, reaching for a bagel before spreading cream cheese over it. Once she gets the spread over one half of the bagel, she adds bacon to her plate and pours orange juice from a clear jug into her short glass.

“I was in prison. I can shit while I’m eating.”

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