Page 32 of Single Mom's Bikers

I understand what she’s asking, what she needs. Not gentle, not sweet—just pure sensation to drown out whatever demons are chasing her tonight.

Her blouse hits the floor. The simple black cotton underneath isn’t meant to seduce, but seeing her like this—raw and real—makes my cock throb. When I palm her breast through the fabric, she moans. The sound echoes in the quiet office, making us both freeze momentarily.

Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. She grinds against my cock through denim, making me groan at how hot and ready she feels even through layers.

I unhook her bra, revealing perfect breasts that fit my hands like they were made for me. When I take one nipple in my mouth, sucking hard while pinching the other, her nails dig into my shoulders.

Her skirt rides up as I step between her spread thighs. I slide my hand up her leg, discovering she’s soaked through simple cotton panties. When I press my thumb against her clit through the fabric, her whole body shudders.

“Rick,” she moans. “Please…”

I push her panties aside, sliding two fingers into her wet heat while my thumb works her clit. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, telling me how close she is already.

She fumbles with my belt, desperate now. I help her free my cock, groaning when her small hand wraps around me. The way she strokes me shows she needs this as badly as I do.

I position myself at her entrance, teasing her with just the tip until she whimpers. Then I push in slowly, letting her feel every inch as I fill her. We both curse at how perfectly she takes me.

She feels like paradise and sin wrapped into one. Each thrust goes deeper as she moves with me, meeting every stroke. I grab her hips, angling her just right until I’m hitting that spot that makes her shake.

Her orgasm hits hard and fast, my name a cry on her lips. I follow right after, holding her like she might disappear if I let go.

Reality creeps back slowly. Her phone buzzes somewhere in the scattered papers. She ignores it.

“You okay?” I brush the hair from her face.

“Better.” She offers a small smile. “Thank you.”

We clean up in comfortable silence. There is no need to discuss what just happened or complicate it with words.

I’m locking up when her phone rings again. This time, she answers.

“Rose? What’s—” Her face drains of color. “Which hospital?”

My gut clenches.

“I’m on my way.” She’s already running for her car. “Is she—okay, keep her calm. I’m coming.”

“Evie?”

“Violet.” Her hands shake as she searches for keys. “She fell. They’re at Memorial.”

“I’m driving.” I take her keys. No way she should drive like this.

The drive to the hospital takes forever and no time at all. We find Rose in the emergency waiting room. She looks relieved to see me with Evie.

“She’s okay,” Rose says quickly. “Just needed stitches. Tried climbing that tree in the backyard again.”

“Where’s Daisy?”

“With her.” Rose’s eyes meet mine over Evie’s head. Something passes between us—it feels like a warning. “They’re in room three.”

Violet’s small face lights up when she sees us. “Mama! Look, I got green stitches!”

Two stitches across her forehead. It could have been worse.

“What were you thinking?” But there’s no heat in her voice. Just relief.

“I wanted to see the stars better.” Violet sounds proud despite everything. “Did you know Uncle Zane built a tree house when he was little?”

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