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"Well," I say, lowering my head toward hers, "I can think of a few things..."

And as I capture her lips with mine, I send a silent thank you to my meddling mother. Sometimes people do need an extra push.

Even old, grumpy bikers who think they don't deserve happiness.

Especially them.

Chapter 10 – Ruby

As soon as the front door closes behind Tommy and Rose, Joey's lips are on mine, hungry and insistent. His arms wrap around me, pulling me flush against his hard body, and a desperate whimper escapes my throat.

"Bedroom," he growls against my lips. It's not a question.

I nod breathlessly, letting him walk me backward down the hall. We bump against walls, knocking over a picture frame neither of us cares about. All that matters is getting closer, getting more.

When the backs of my legs hit the bed, Joey breaks the kiss just long enough to tug his t-shirt over his head. His chest is a tanned canvas of scars and hard muscle, and I can't resist running my hands over him, feeling the ridges and dips, mapping every mark.

His sharp inhale when my nails scrape over his abdomen sends a rush of power through me. I did that. I made this strong, lethal man react.

"Like that, did you?" I tease, repeating the motion.

Instead of answering, he shoves my robe off my shoulders, letting it pool at my feet. I'm left in just a shirt and cotton panties, garments that suddenly feel unbearably flimsy.

His eyes darken to onyx as they rake over me. "So fucking beautiful."

I start to protest the compliment, brush it off like I always do, but he cuts me off by dropping to his knees in front of me. His rough palms skim up my calves, my thighs, fingers toying with the elastic of my panties.

"Joey..." I can hear the plea in my voice.

"Let me worship you," he rasps, the words sending sparks of need straight between my legs. "Let me show you how goddamn perfect you are."

Without waiting for my response, he tugs my panties down. The cool air caresses my flushed skin and makes me acutely aware of how wet I am. I should feel shy, exposed like this, but the reverence in his gaze makes me bold.

One finger traces me from entrance to throbbing clit, and I cry out at the electric sensation. He groans, low and wanting.

"So wet for me."

Then his mouth is on me, licking and sucking with skilled fervor. My fingers are buried in his hair, holding him to me as I start to shake apart. He devours me like I'm the most decadent of feasts, savoring every taste and whimper with relish.

It's over almost embarrassingly fast—his talented tongue and fingers undo me completely. I shatter around him, vision blanking as stars burst behind my eyelids. Somewhere, I hear him murmuring encouragement, praise for how beautiful I look when I’m cumming.

When I return to myself, Joey is still between my legs, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my inner thighs. I tug weakly at his hair.

"Please," I beg, though I'm not even sure what I'm asking for.

He surges up my body, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss that has me melting all over again. I can taste my own salty musk on his tongue, smell the heady scent of sex and man.

Somehow, we get the rest of our clothes off without separating. His cock, hot and heavy, presses against my hip. When he shifts against me, it leaves a trail of sticky precum that makes me writhe.

"Like that?" he teases, nipping at my earlobe even as he rocks into me again. "Tell me what you need, baby."

"You," I gasp out. "God, Joey, I need you inside me."

He rises above me, powerful and inked and mine. For a heartbeat, we just stare at each other, chests heaving. Then he reaches between us, guiding his thick cock to my entrance.

I keen softly at the stretch as he pushes in with one steady stroke. He freezes, jaw clenched, giving me time to adjust.

"Move," I demand, wrapping my legs around his hips. "Don't stop."

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