Page 66 of Her Possessive Bikers

"Come here, baby." He pats his thigh, inviting me to sit. "Now."

I bite my lip, eyeing the bruises still marking his torso. "You're still healing."

"The only medicine I need right now is you." His voice drops lower, sending shivers down my spine. "I need to be inside you, that's what'll make me better."

"Your ribs-"

"Are fine." He tugs me forward until I'm standing between his legs. "Stop worrying about me and get in my fucking lap, princess."

The pet name makes me melt. I carefully straddle his thighs, my hands coming to rest on his broad shoulders. "Like this?"

His large hands span my waist. "Perfect." He brushes his nose against mine. "Just like you."

I kiss him softly, as I run my fingers through his salt and pepper hair.

"And by the way Indiana… I love you too."

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"Take off your shirt," I command, my voice leaving no room for argument.

Indy hesitates, her eyes wide, but she complies. Her fingers tremble as they grasp the hem of her shirt and lift it over her head, revealing a black lace bra that makes my pulse quicken.

"Bra too," I order, my tone firm but not unkind.

"Tres," she starts, her voice laced with concern, "you're still injured. We need to be careful."

I reach out and cup her breast through the lace, my thumb brushing over her nipple. Her breath catches, and the protest dies on her lips. "Indy, I need you. Now."

Her hands move to the clasp of her bra, and in a heartbeat, it’s gone. I pull her closer, taking one of her nipples into my mouth. She gasps, the sound sending a shiver down my spine.

"You're going to be the death of me," I murmur against her chest.

I slide my hand down her belly, my fingers finding their way between her thighs. I feel the heat radiating from her core. She gasps as I begin to rub slow circles over her clit.

"Take off your shorts," I command, my voice low and gravelly.

She stands up, her movements swift and fluid, and removes them in one quick motion. "That's my good girl," I say, my eyes devouring the sight of her standing there in nothing but a pair of black lace panties.

Her cheeks flush, and she bites her lip. The sight of her like this is enough to drive any man wild. "Now take my pants off," I tell her, raising my hips slightly. A grimace crosses my face from the movement, but I keep my tone steady.

Indy hesitates, concern flashing in her eyes. "Tres, are you sure?—"

"If you don't get my fucking pants off now, I'm going to punish you," I growl.

She swallows hard and then nods. Her hands move quickly to the waistband of my sweats, tugging them down to my ankles. She kneels between my legs, her eyes locked onto mine.

"I'm going to get you ready," she says softly, her voice carrying a hint of mischief.

Her hands wrap around me, stroking slowly before she takes me into her mouth. The warmth of her tongue sends shivers through me. She works me expertly, taking me deeper with each pass. Her eyes flick up to meet mine, and the look in them is pure sin.

"God damn," I mutter under my breath. "Is there anything you're not good at?"

She hums around me in response, sending vibrations through every nerve in my body. Her hand grips me tighter as she bobs her head, taking me as deep as she can. I thread my fingers through her hair, guiding her rhythm while trying not to lose control too soon.

"Indy," I groan, barely holding on. "You're going to make me?—"

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