Page 35 of Single Mom's Bikers

When I slide into her, she’s already slick and ready. The feeling of her tight heat around my cock makes us both curse. I have to pause, overwhelmed by how perfectly she takes me.

“Move,” she demands, nails digging into my shoulders. “I need you deeper.”

I start slow, savoring each thrust, watching her face as I fill her completely. Her pussy clenches around me when I hit that spot that makes her gasp. The sounds she makes drive me wild—little moans she tries to muffle against my neck.

“Let me hear you,” I growl, picking up pace. Each stroke goes deeper, harder. Her legs wrap around my waist, changing the angle until I’m hitting perfectly inside her.

“Right there,” she pants, meeting every thrust. “God, Zane, just like that.”

The couch protests beneath us, but I can’t stop, can’t slow down. She feels too good and moves too perfectly with me. When I slide my hand between us to circle her clit, she arches like she’s been shocked.

“Close,” she whimpers. “So close.”

I work her clit faster, feeling her walls start to pulse around my cock. Her whole body tenses, then she’s coming hard, crying out my name as her pussy grips me like a vise.

The sight of her coming undone pulls my orgasm from me. I bury myself deep as I fill her, groaning her name into her neck. Her hands stroke my back as we both shudder through aftershocks.

“Stay inside me,” she whispers, legs still locked around my waist. “Just for a minute.”

I obey her, breathing in her scent, feeling her heart race against mine. When I finally slip out of her, she makes a small sound of loss that has my cock twitching again.

Reality returns slowly. Understanding hits—this is what my brothers meant. Not just sex, not just attraction. Something more.

“Stay?” She traces patterns on my chest.

We eventually make it to her bedroom. Round two is slower and sweeter, and we feel like we have all the time in the world.

Later, curled in her bed, I watch her sleep.

From her window, I can see Chase’s room. The same window they’ve watched her through. Now I understand why. She’s magic—not the glitter kind that covers my jeans, but the real kind. The type that takes broken pieces and makes them whole.

Evie stirs beside me. “I can hear your thoughts.”

“Just thinking about home.”

She tenses slightly. “Zane?—”

“Shh.” I pull her closer. “No pressure. Just…”

“Just?”

“Just glad I’m here.”

I find my brothers in the kitchen the next morning. Chase is sketching while Rick reviews paperwork—her paperwork, I realize. Her employment forms.

“August fifteenth,” Rick says without looking up. “Next week.”

“What?”

“Her birthday.” Chase closes his sketchbook. “Saw it on her application. Thinking we should do something.”

I pour coffee, remembering how her face lit up watching the girls with their homework. “She doesn’t seem the party type.”

“After what she’s been through?” Rick finally meets my eyes. “Maybe that’s why she needs one.”

“The girls would love it.” I sit with them, plans already forming. “Violet mentioned she likes strawberry cake.”

Chase grins. “And you say you’re not whipped.”

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