Page 39 of Her Possessive Bikers

"Took you long enough." She smirks against my mouth, rolling her hips in a way that makes me see stars.

I capture her lips again, harder this time. Her hands explore my chest, tracing old scars and new cuts with careful fingers. When she shifts again, the friction makes me gasp.

"Careful, baby," I warn, voice rough. "Keep that up and you might get more than you bargained for."

She laughs, the sound vibrating against my lips. "Maybe I don't give a shit, do your worst."

All rational thought goes out the fucking window. Indy Cooper is about to be mine.

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INDY

Kyler’s fingers trail up my spine, teasing the hem of my shirt. His breath hitches, and he pulls it over my head, leaving me in nothing but a red lace bra. His eyes darken, taking in every inch of exposed skin.

"Indy," he whispers, his voice a low growl. "You look like sin incarnate."

"Smooth talker," I murmur, smirking as his lips brush over the anatomical heart tattoo on my collarbone.

He unhooks my bra with practiced ease, letting it fall away. His mouth follows the lines of the mandala on my sternum, tracing it with gentle kisses.

"Kyler," I gasp as his tongue flicks over my nipple. "God, that's... yeah."

His teeth graze the sensitive skin, sending shivers down my spine. He sucks and bites gently, making me arch into him.

"You're beautiful," he says between kisses. "So damn beautiful."

"Mmmm, keep going," I manage to say, tangling my fingers in his hair.

He chuckles against my skin, but obliges, switching to my other breast. His hands roam my back and sides, pulling me closer until there's no space left between us.

"You taste like heaven," he murmurs.

"And you talk too much," I reply breathlessly.

His laugh is warm and deep. "Then let's see what else we can do to make you speechless."

His hands move to my sweats, pausing just long enough for me to nod. I lift my hips up, giving him permission to take them off.

Kyler’s fingers pause at the waistband of my sweats, his eyes widening when he realizes I’m not wearing any underwear. His reaction is priceless.

“Indy,” he breathes, “you’re not wearing?—”

I smirk, feeling a wicked thrill run through me. “I sleep naked,” I say simply, arching an eyebrow at him.

He groans, his grip tightening on my hips. “No other motherfucker better come in your room then,” he mutters, possessiveness lacing his words.

His jealousy sends a shiver of excitement down my spine. “Jealous much?” I tease, my voice husky.

“Damn right,” he growls, rolling me over and positioning himself between my legs. His hands slide up my thighs, spreading them wide. He leans down, his breath hot against my skin. “I’ve been begging to taste you.”

The anticipation makes my heart race. “Then what are you waiting for?” I challenge, lifting my hips slightly to meet him.

His eyes darken with desire as he lowers himself. His lips trail soft kisses along the inside of my thigh, making me gasp and squirm beneath him. Each touch is electric, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

When he finally reaches the apex of my thighs, he pauses, looking up at me with a wicked grin. “Ready?”

“God, yes,” I breathe.

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