Page 47 of Bullet

He fell on the bed next to me, panting heavily. His body gleamed with sweat and he looked so goddamn sexy, I was ready for round two.

I wiped his cum off my stomach with his muscle shirt and tossed it to the floor. He watched me as I mounted him, a sexy smirk curving his lips.

I could feel his cock hardening under me as I smiled down at him. “My turn.”

* * *

After we finished, I laid with my head in the crook of Ford's neck, tracing my fingers along the ink on his chest. “What's this one for?”

He tucked his chin down, trying to see which one I was referring to. “That one's for this run we did through the mountains. We'd been tailing this guy for a few days, and he decided to hide out up there. It was an adventure, to say the least.” He chuckled fondly.

I ran my fingers over the mountain tattoo. “My grandpa used to take us up to Spirit Mountain all the time when we were kids. We'd camp overnight, and he told us stories about the constellations and the land. He said it brought us closer to our ancestors. It was my favorite thing to do when I was little.”

Ford tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. “You really miss him, huh?”

My chest tightened as a swell of emotion came over me. I sighed, fighting back the pinprick of tears. “Yeah. He was the best part of me.”

He rubbed my back affectionately. “I don't know. You have some pretty great parts.”

I rolled my eyes and laughed, smacking Ford on the chest. Pulling me closer, he kissed the top of my head. I cuddled up to his side, draping my leg over his stomach. I sighed and closed my eyes, losing myself in the feel of his arms around me. After a few moments of blissful silence, I asked, “What are we doing, Ford?”

His fingers feathered over my back. “I don't know, kitten, but I don't want to stop.”

“Me either,” I whispered, snuggling my head in the crook of his neck.

Wanting to change the awkward subject, I ran my fingers along a rounded scar that I'd felt when I'd been playing with his arm. He had several spread over his body, but they were camouflaged by his tattoos so they weren't visible unless you were really looking for them. “How'd you get this?”

He glanced away and frowned, avoiding my eyes. “One of my mom's many boyfriends. He liked to burn his cigars out on me.”

My heart ached for him. “I'm so sorry.”

He didn't say anything, so I blurted out, “My mom was a meth-head prostitute. She overdosed when I was a baby.”

Ford looked at me, and a sad smile tipped the corners of his mouth. “Sounds like we both have some pretty fucked-up parents.”

I chuckled. “Yeah. It's pretty sad when the better parent is an ex-con biker who owns a strip club and deals guns and drugs.”

Ford laughed. I loved the rich, gravelly sound. “Well, at least your dad stuck around. Mine was some rich suit looking for a Vegas fling and wanted nothing to do with my mom or me.”

My stomach knotted. Since getting to know little things about Ford, my feelings for him were growing. “What an asshole. I hate pricks like that.”

“Yeah. I learned the hard way that family isn't always blood. My brothers are my family; not my mom and not that piece of shit sperm donor. No one was really there for me before the club. I made myself the man I am today.”

I snuggled closer to him, wanting to give him comfort with my touch since I didn't know what to say. I felt him kiss the top of my head. Closing my eyes, I reveled in the feel of his arms around me. I hadn't felt safe since before Matteo, but in Ford's embrace, I knew he'd protect me.

And in the haven of Ford's arms, I easily fell asleep that night.

* * *

When I woke up the next morning, I was still in Ford's arms, but he was spooning me instead of cradling me against his side.

And his huge cock was pressing against my ass.

I pushed back against him, a sleepy smile drifting over my lips, and he hummed in appreciation.

His hand snaked down to my center, and as soon as his skilled fingers touched my folds, I got wet.

Ford nibbled my earlobe and pressed his erection against me. “That pussy loves daddy, doesn't she, kitten?”

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