Page 25 of Biker Under My Tree

“Uh-uh,” I murmured, shaking my head. “All of your clothes off, Sugar.”

She hesitated, her hands hovering on the hem of her shirt, and I could see the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. She was holding back, unsure, and I didn’t want that for her, not here, not with me. I wanted her to feel comfortable and to know exactly what she meant to me.

I knelt down in front of her, settled myself between her legs, and leaned in close to capture her lips with mine again. My mouth moved over hers slowly, deeply, until we were both panting and caught in the fire building between us. I pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes.

“I don’t know what’s going on in that head of yours, Sugar,” I said as I tried to keep my voice gentle but steady, “but I need to see you. All of you.”

She looked away, and her eyes darted to the side as she murmured, “I’m just… I’m not like other girls.” Her voice was barely a whisper, but I heard the doubt in it. “I’m big.”

I reached out and gently cupped her chin. I turned her face back to me so she couldn’t hide. “You’re not big, Sugar,” I argued as my thumb traced her jaw. “You’re not like any other woman I’ve ever known.”

She didn’t look convinced. There was a hint of disappointment in her eyes like she wasn’t hearing what I was really trying to say. I wasn’t about to let that slide.

“You’re better than any other woman I’ve been with,” I said, my voice firm, hoping she’d understand how much I meant it. “I’m the luckiest bastard alive to be here with you right now. You want to know why I waited so long to even talk to you?”

She blinked, and her eyes searched mine. “Why?” she asked, and her voice was barely audible.

“Because I knew the second I talked to you, I’d be a goner,” I admitted and felt the honesty settle between us like something solid. “I didn’t know if I was ready to belong to you.”

She softened at that, and I saw a hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth. She finally understood. But still, she looked at me with a flicker of worry. “What if this doesn’t work?” she asked. “You live right next door, Bones. It’s not like one of us can just move.”

I shook my head, not letting her worry ruin this moment. “You’re looking at this all wrong, Sugar. The way I see it, this is going to work.” I smirked and leaned in closer. “And I like having you right next door, so I can get a taste of you whenever I want.”

Her eyes sparkled with renewed confidence, a fiery desire that matched my own. She didn’t need any more reassurance. She threw her arms around my neck, pressing herself against me as she whispered, “Take me, Bones.”

I didn’t need another word.

I pulled her shirt up and over her head and tossed it to the floor. She looked up at me, breathless and beautiful, and her skin flushed with anticipation. I leaned down and captured her lips in another deep kiss as my hands found the clasp of her bra. I worked it open with practiced ease. I pulled it away and let it fall off.

I pulled back to take her in fully. Her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, and I could see the nervous excitement in her gaze. I wanted her to feel completely at ease, to know exactly how much she meant to me. I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her collarbone. I trailed my lips slowly down until I reached the swell of her breasts, and I felt her shiver under my touch.

“Bones,” she murmured, her voice thick with need. I felt her hands tangle in my hair and pull me closer. I kissed her again, my hands tracing the curves of her body and committing every inch of her to memory.

I wanted to slow down and make this last, but with the way she moved against me and the heat between us, it made it impossible to hold back.

I stood up, kicked off my jeans, then turned back to Snow. I reached out to pull her off the couch. She came up against me, her breath mingling with mine as I sat down and guided her onto my lap. She settled over me and straddled my waist. Her fingers ran down my chest and ignited a fire inside of me.

She reached between us, and her hand wrapped around my dick. I groaned at the feel of her touch, so sure and warm. My own hand slid between her thighs, and my fingers found that sweet spot. I drew small circles over her clit until she was panting, and her eyes were hooded as she moved into my touch. I loved the way she leaned into me, trusting and willing.

“Oh god, Bones,” she murmured, her voice breathy, full of want.

“Right here, Sugar,” I rasped, my own need building as I watched her reaction.

She lifted up and positioned herself over me. Her gaze locked with mine, and she slowly lowered herself down. She took me in inch by inch. Her heat surrounded me, tight and perfect, like nothing I’d ever felt. It was all I could do to hold on and feel her move with me without coming instantly.

“Snow,” I groaned, as the sensation was enough to nearly undo me. Her hips moved in a steady rhythm as she found her pace. Rising and falling, as each movement was deeper, more intense. I met her movements, thrusting up as she pressed down, and she gripped my shoulders as her nails dug in and pulled me closer.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped, as her voice was a plea that only pushed me further.

“Never,” I promised; the word ragged, and my own control slipped.

With one final movement, she cried out as her body tightened around me and pulled me over the edge with her. I held her close and felt the heat and weight of her as we both caught our breath. The room was quiet except for the sound of us and the faint strains of ‘Jingle Bells’ playing on the radio in the background. It was ridiculous, considering the situation, but somehow it made everything feel even more surreal.

Snow rested her forehead against mine, and her eyes fluttered shut as she let out a soft breath. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to hear this song without thinking of you being inside me.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at that. I pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “So, ‘Jingle Bells’ is our song now?” I teased and raised an eyebrow.

She opened her eyes, a playful smile curling her lips. “I guess so.”

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