Page 44 of One Night with the Biker

Turning, I cocked my head to the side. “Why would he want to kill his club brothers?”

Her gaze flickered over me before she glanced away again. “I’m just talking, Reese,” she said softly. “I’m worried about Roman is all.”

Something else was up, but she was upset enough. I refused to add to her stress. I crooked my finger at her.

She walked closer but remained at arm’s length. I searched every curve and angle of her face, seeking answers, trying to uncover the mysteries of the universe.

“Do you want to get rid of the kid?” I asked slowly, succinctly.

A tear slid down her cheek and she shook her head. “No. I didn’t know my final answer until now. But deep down I know I want to keep it.”

I didn’t know what the fuck came over me. ExceptAinsley. She’d bewitched me. I couldn’t give her the answer I knew shewanted and tell her that we’d make it work. No matter how I spun it, it couldn’t and it wouldn’t.

People in my life meant a lot to me as well. If Bolt discovered Ainsley carried my kid, he’d be so fucking disappointed in me. They didn’t care if I’d fucked her. A kid was a different story.

She was here though, and I’d ached to hold her in my arms again. I jerked off to her photo almost every night and pretended I was fucking Ainsley as I drove into Candy that one time.

Taking Ainsley’s face between my hands, I dipped my head and slanted my mouth over hers. Standing on tiptoes, she wrapped her arms around my neck and groaned against my lips. Seizing the opportunity, I swept my tongue into her hot depths, absorbing her little sounds, tasting mint and sweetness and Ainsley.

I slid my hands under her sweater, grunting in approval when I discovered her bra-less.

Grinning, I forced my mouth away from her. “You like your beauties as free as I like my balls.”

“I need new bras,” she breathed, nuzzling her lips against my neck. Her fingers gripped my cock as it pressed against my jeans. “My boobs are bigger because of the baby and I haven’t gotten any new clothes.”

I yanked the top from over her head, wrapped an arm around her waist and carried her to my bed. Her wedges pleased me. They were much easier to remove than the boots she’d worn on our date.

I wasn’t sure which part of her I wanted to taste first. Her feet, her nipples, or her clit. She was so fucking delicious.

A warning seeped into my lust-fogged brain. It was getting late. Ainsley needed to leave before Razor and the guys returned. I needed to check on Jinx and Louisiana. Tasting Ainsley would have to wait.

And, maybe, justmaybe, fucking her would cure me. She didn’t protest when I removed her wedges and her jeans. She didn’t comment when I stretched out over her, still fully dressed. She opened her legs, inviting me in.

The scent of her desire hit me, and I paused, breathing her in, my nostrils flaring, opening wide. I slid my fingers into her hot hole, testing her readiness. Her pussy was sopping. Undoing my fly, I pulled my jeans down far enough to free my aching dick.

Thrusting into her, I stopped myself from taking her mouth again. A strangled moan left me, and I halted, ready to come at the sheer pleasure electrifying me because I was inside Ainsley again.

She arched her back, slid her hands to her breasts, and tweaked her nipples, just as she had our first time together.

“You like your tits played with, huh, baby?” I said roughly, my cock throbbing inside her.

Her eyes glittered and the skin bared to me flushed. She nodded. Tilted her hips.

Groaning again, I closed my eyes and started moving, hoping to control myself. Hoping I could drown her out since I was fucking her.

Her pussy walls gripped my dick and I shook. Her little fingers slipped under my T-shirt and skated along my spine.

“Fuck, Ainsley.” I gave up the pretense. I couldn’t hold back. Once I came, I’d tell her I’d support her, but no one could ever know her baby belonged to me.

I thrust into her as deep as I could, pulled out to my dick tip, then pushed into her again. Her silky smooth pussy burned me from the inside out, scorching every fucking nerve I had. Little noises escaped her and drove me insane. Somehow, I got control of myself. I didn’t want to hurt her or the baby.

“Reese,” she gasped, meeting my thrusts with her own grinds. Her hands moved from my back to the nape of my neck. “Reese, I’ve dreamed of this.”

She couldn’t dream of shit with me and she couldn’t take away my fucking control. I wasn’t a sad sack. I’d do right by my kid, but once I came, that was it for Ainsley and me.

Grabbing her hips and lifting myself to my knees, I widened her thighs and fucked her hard. Trying to fuck away my thoughts of her and my desire for her.

This. Was.BULLSHIT.

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