Page 55 of Property of the Hellfire Riders

“You’re not alone in this, okay? We got you.”

“You know, for a badass biker, you‘re a big softie,” she mutters against my chest, and I hear the smile in her voice.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” I draw her into me, pulling her onto my lap. Her fingers curl around the collar of my leather jacket. Out of all the three of us, I’m the one who's always wanted to settle down and have a family. It’s been a dream of mine, I wasn’t sure it could ever be a reality. But holding Izzy, being near her, has made me hope again.

“Sometimes,” she whispers “I can’t believe any of you are real. I’m worried I might wake up from a dream or something.”

“Oh, believe me—we’re real alright.”

She looks up then, pressing her hand against the side of my face. I lightly kiss the palm of her hand, feeling her form shutter ever so slightly.

She sighs,as her cheeks redden and flush with arousal.

“God,” she mutters, hiding her face in my chest.

“What is it?”

“I don’t know why this happens—but you all—you just?—“

“What?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Come on, now. No more secrets, Izzy.”

“I,” she starts, but stops herself. My grip on her tightens a bit.

‘You can tell me everything.“

‘I don‘t know, it‘s stupid,” she mutters.

I laugh, brushing hair away from her face. “It’s not going to be stupid.”

“It’s just—I-I’ve never been so attracted to anyone in my life before, but the three of you. I don’t know. It’s fucked up, I know that.”

“You think I haven’t noticed the way you stare at me?” I ask, smirking.

“Says the pot calling the kettle black. I don’t know. I feel embarrassed and stupid and I have no idea what the hell I’m doing, but I haven’t been this turned on before and now, I’m just rambling so?—“

So, I kiss her, pushing my lips against hers, tasting how sweet she is, nudging her mouth open to find her tongue.

The world dims around us. It‘s just me and her.

I deepen the kiss, swirling our tongues together, moaning into each other‘ mouths. Her warmth is addictive against my cold body, and I want to get lost in it.

We break away, panting. Her hand goes to her lips, the other one resting on my chest.

“I-I’m sorry,”

“Don’t apologize,” I murmur. “I want you too.”

She bites her lip,cheeks flushed. “We really shouldn’t be doing this. “

“And why’s that? Tank and Hawk?”

“I don’t know?— “

I tilt my head, examining the gorgeous woman on top of me, the one I’ve been craving the moment she stepped through the front door. I rest my hands on her hips, moving my thumbs along the edge of her pants. It’d hardly take any effort to yank them off, bury myself in her tight little slit.

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