Page 6 of A Christmas Surprise for the Biker

“Legend…” I start, my eyes going to the California king bed that dominates the space. Us, in a room with a bed, that’s not exactly a smart idea.

Ignoring my plea, he crowds my space, his arms going around my waist and pulling me flush to his body. “Missed you, baby.”

My hands go to his chest. “I don’t think—” The words die on my lips when his mouth fuses with mine.

I whimper, sinking deeper into him.

I know this is a bad idea, but I don’t resist.

We were always good at this.

Chapter Three

Legend

I deepen the kiss.

Fuck.Brae tastes just like I remember.

I’ve thought about this moment a million times over the last year. About what I would do differently if I got another chance with her. The fact that she showed up at the clubhouse tonight, of all nights, on the exact day that I’m released from prison has to be a sign from the gods.

Message received.

My hands roam over her body; I walk her backwards toward the bed. She’s lost weight since I last saw her. I can feel her ribs and the sharp angles of her hips that are pressed against mine. I growl into her mouth, pissed off that she had to struggle while I was locked up.

It’s a reminder that she’s been struggling, and it pisses me off.

I’m going to fix everything, but first, I need this—need her.

Her legs hit the back of the bed, and she falls backwards, pulling me down with her. I catch myself on my elbows, caging her in without breaking our kiss.

Mine.It echoes through my mind as her hands slide up my chest, my shoulders, then tangle in my hair.

Fuck yes, I missed this.

Pulling back, I start to trail kisses down her neck, stopping to nip at her collarbone as I slowly make my way south.

Braelynn gasps, arching into me.

That’s right, baby. I know your body; I know exactly what you like.

“Legend,” she breathes, her voice desperate.

“Patience, baby,” I say against her heated skin.

She whimpers and my lips turn up.

Taking my time, I slip a hand under the hem of her shirt. My fingers skim along her soft skin and she shivers. I feel ten feet tall when her body responds to my touch like it always has.

“Please, Legend.”

My eyes go to her face, and my chest rumbles.

I shove her shirt up, exposing her stomach and her breasts. She’s wearing a simple black bra, nothing fancy, but fuck if it isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I dip my head, trailing kisses along the edge of the lace, teasing her.

She squirms beneath me, her hips lifting, searching for contact.

Slipping my hand under her back, I use two fingers to pop the clasp of her bra and free her breasts. As the fabric gives way, I immediately notice that her tits are fuller than I remember, probably from the pregnancy and nursing our son. Cupping one in my hand, I brush my thumb over her nipple. Her eyes flutter closed from the sensation. Watching the pleasure play out on her face, I dip my head and take the other in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tight peak.

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