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“I, I,” she stutters, and I can’t help but smile. I’m sure this woman is never short of words when she has to argue a client’s case, and yet my being close to her is making her stumble over her words. “Okay,” she finally breathes.

“Good.” I smile and stand back, taking her hand in mine and giving her a gentle tug.

“Wait!” she protests. Pausing, she knocks back the last of her drink and grabs her purse, chucking some money down on the bar before I drag her out. Her heels are clicking behind me as she tries to keep up. I stop at my bike and grab the helmet, holding it out to her.

“Put this on,” I order.

“Really?” she asks.

I nod. She sighs and puts it on as I swing my leg over my bike and start her up. She’s still standing there as the loud rumbling of my bike drowns out any sound.

“You’ll have to guide me,” I tell her. She nods, and as she looks down at her figure-hugging skirt, she sighs before yanking it up to the top of her thighs, and then she climbs on the back of my bike. Once she’s seated, she wraps her arms around my waist.

“Out of here and make a right at the end of the road, then follow that road until you see the church, then take a left. Follow that road around the corner, then my house is number 1102. It’s on the left with a blue bench on the porch,” she instructs.

I nod and peel out of the parking spot, her grip tightening on me as I ride off. Unable to resist, I remove my left hand from the handlebars and place it on her bare thigh. I feel her body shudder against mine and my smile widens. I was hoping the bottom of a bottle would distract me from what I’m feeling, but now I think I may have found something a lot more enjoyable.

CHAPTER FOUR

ALINA

This is insane.I’m insane. Fuck, I am taking a stranger back to my house to have sex with him! Not just any stranger either, but an outlaw biker! I have lost my damn mind. His large, rough hand squeezes my bare thigh, causing a surge of heat to my core. I can have this one moment of madness, right? This can be just part of the trauma I’ve gone through. It’s all part of the rebounding, mindless sex that comes from a break-up, right?

I spot my house up ahead and point to it. He pulls onto my drive, coming to a stop before he kills the engine. I move and get off his bike, my legs feeling a little shaky. After removing the helmet, he takes it from me and places it on top of his bike before he returns his attention to me. His fingers dance across my thighs as he grabs the hem of my skirt, pulling it back down. I stand there frozen to the spot, my hand gripping my house keys tightly. He smirks before he presses his mouth to mine briefly, snatching the keys from my hand before he grabs my hand in his other and leads me up the steps to my front door.

He unlocks the door and leads me inside, and that’s when it all becomes real.

I clear my throat before I remove my hand from his, trying to do my best to regain my composure. As I walk past him andthrough to the kitchen, I can’t help but put a little extra sway in my hips as I go. Feeling his gaze on my ass, I open the freezer and pull out a bottle of vodka and two glasses.

“Sorry, I don’t have any whiskey,” I apologise. My hand shakes a little as I pour, a sign that my nerves are getting the best of me. His warm hand covers mine that’s holding the bottle, and as I place the bottle back down on the counter, he turns me around to face him.

His body presses mine against the kitchen counter, his eyes searching my face as he lifts his hand to my face, his finger trailing along my jaw. “Tell me why you feel so nervous,” he demands, his voice low and thick with arousal; it sends a jolt through to my core.

I swallow, my mouth feeling dry. “You’re young, too young, and you’re a criminal. I know nothing about you, and yet I brought you back to my house so we could, so that we?—”

“So that we could fuck,” he growls, finishing my sentence. His hand moves around to my behind, finding the zip on my skirt. He quickly undoes it, and my skirt pools at my feet. His fingertips slowly glide over my behind, his touch leaving goosebumps in their wake. In a quick movement, he lifts me onto the counter, my hands gripping his shoulders in surprise. His hands cup my behind as he pulls me forward, caging himself between my legs as he presses his body to mine.

My lips part as I feel his hardness through his rough jeans. His fingers move to the button on my blouse, unbuttoning each button one by one. His eyes never leave mine until the last button is undone. My shirt falls open, and he looks down as he lightly glides my shirt over my shoulders. My heart is thumping in my chest, my body feels like it is on fire, and my core is craving his touch.

A deep growl radiates from within his chest as his gaze devours me. He shakes his head. “This,” he says, trailing hisfingers over the lace of my bra at the swell of my breast. “Has been taunting me since you sat at the bar.” He continues to glide his fingers over my breast, circling my hardened nipple through the lace. My lips part as my breathing quickens in anticipation. “What do you need to know?” he asks, his voice rough.

“Huh?” I ask, unable to form a proper word.

He grins a devilish grin as he lowers himself to his knees. His breath tickles across my centre, and my hands grip the counter on either side of me.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my eyes going wide.

He doesn’t answer. Instead, his hands grab my thighs firmly as he presses his face against my centre, breathing me in. He releases a deep moan, and I tense, my eyes going wide as he looks up at me, that smile still playing on his lips. His fingers hook around my panties, his eyes still watching me as he yanks them down, ripping them clean off.

My mouth falls open in shock. He’s so close, I can feel the heat of his breath dance across my centre.

“My name is Hap, and I don’t go by my birth name. I was in the army from a young age, then I left and joined the Black Hearts. I have no convictions, and I have committed crimes, but I have just never been caught. Now, unless you tell me to stop, I’m about to consume this intoxicating pussy of yours, because baby, my mouth is watering, and I’m on my knees dying for a taste,” he says bluntly. I bite down on my bottom lip and give him a gentle nod, not sure what else he expects me to say to that. His grin widens. “You keep your eyes on me the entire time. I want to taste, feel, and see you come apart as I fuck you with my tongue,” he orders.

I open my mouth to say something in response, but all words and any thoughts I was having evaporate from my mind. The warm, powerful feeling of his tongue immediately sends pleasure through my body. I gasp as he moans, watching as heteasingly circles his tongue around my clit. He grins, and as he pushes my thighs further apart before burying his tongue inside me. I whimper as his mouth and tongue assaults my most intimate part. Pleasure shoots through my body, and the feeling is almost too much. My hips flex, trying to grind myself against him, needing more as the pleasure builds. He slides two fingers inside me as he moves his mouth solely to my clit. His fingers and tongue work in unison, and I can feel my muscles begin to tighten. My legs shake as my orgasm explodes through me. I throw my head back, crying out in pleasure like I’ve never felt before, allowing it to consume my entire body.

He continues to ride out my orgasm until my breathing slows.

I feel him move from between my legs, and a whimper escapes me at the loss of contact. As I look at him through hooded eyes, he stands before me, his lips coated in my juices. He seductively runs his tongue over his lips, letting out a deep groan. I watch on as he removes his cut, then his T-shirt, revealing his hard tanned, muscular body, which is covered in tattoos. My eyes drink him in. His dark, close hair is cut, dark stubble is decorated along his sharp jaw, and his blue eyes are fanned by thick black lashes. Not only is he incredibly good looking, but he has the body of a fucking god. He kicks off his boots and unbuttons his jeans, letting them fall to the floor, showing his huge, thick dick on display.

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