Page 74 of Her Possessive Bikers

Each stroke pushes us closer to oblivion. Her moans grow louder, matching the slap of our bodies and the rush of water cascading over us. Her walls clench around me, and I feel myself teetering on the brink.

“You feel so good,” I praise between thrusts. “So damn tight… so perfect.”

Her response is a string of incoherent pleas mixed with my name. The sound drives me wild.

"Kyler, please," Indy pants, her voice thick with need. "Harder."

Her words are a sweet command, one I’m more than willing to obey. I drive into her with renewed vigor, feeling the slick heat of her wrapping around me like a vice. My mouth finds her breasts, sucking and nipping at her nipples as she rides the wave of our rhythm.

"Fuck, Indy," I groan against her skin, the taste of her driving me wild. "You're so god damn perfect."

Her moans grow louder, echoing off the shower tiles. I feel her tightening around me, every muscle in her body straining toward release. "Come on this dick," I whisper against her ear, my voice rough and urgent. "Let go for me."

With a cry that sounds like music to my ears, she shatters around me, her climax pulling me deeper into her. Her nails dig into my back as she trembles in my arms, riding out every last wave of pleasure.

I pull out just in time, the rush of cold air hitting me as I step back and sit on the shower bench. My chest heaves with ragged breaths as I look up at her.

"What are you doing?" she asks, a mix of confusion and lingering lust in her eyes.

"As much as I love fucking you," I say, my voice softening, "I need to make love to you."

Her eyes well up with tears. "Oh Kyler," she whispers, climbing onto my lap once more.

She sinks down onto me slowly this time, and we both gasp at the sensation. Her arms wrap around my neck as she starts to move in a gentle rhythm that’s a stark contrast to our earlier urgency.

"I love you," I tell her between kisses, each word carrying the weight of my heart. "I love everything about you."

Her tears mix with the water from the shower as she moves against me, our bodies fitting together perfectly. "I love you too," she breathes out, her voice trembling with emotion.

We move together in a slow dance of passion and tenderness, every thrust a silent promise. My hands roam over her back, feeling every curve and dip of her body. Her fingers tangle in my hair as we lose ourselves in each other.

The world outside fades away until there's nothing but us—the sound of our breathing mingling with the steady patter of water.

"I’ll always be here for you," I murmur against her lips as we move together.

"And I'll always come back to you," she replies softly.

Our movements slow even more as we approach the edge once again. This time it’s not just about physical pleasure; it’s about connection, love, and everything that binds us together.

When we finally find our release together, it feels like coming home. Indy collapses against my chest with a contented sigh, and I hold her close under the warm cascade of water.

In this moment—nothing else matters but us.

43

INDY (A YEAR LATER)

Jacoby is fixing the fence when I walk up, the sound of hammering mingling with the low hum of engines in the distance. The sun beats down, casting a golden glow over the compound.

“Need a hand?” I ask, leaning against the fence post.

He glances up, a grin spreading across his face. “Only if you promise not to break any nails.”

I roll my eyes and take the hammer from him. “I’m tougher than I look, you know that.”

Kyler appears, wiping sweat from his brow. “What’s this? The queen herself getting her hands dirty?”

I give him a playful shove. “Just trying to keep you boys in line.”

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