Page 35 of Filthy and Dirty with the Bikers

He rolls onto his back as I climb up onto his waist, straddling his frame as our lips stay bound together. His hand is on my face while his thick cock is hard and waiting.

I slip my panties to the side and pull him from his boxers, lowering down onto his long, wide girth slowly with a moan. I should have thought about a condom, especially if I’m actively having sex with Rhett too, but what’s done is done. He’s inside of me, raw and hard.

His fingertips sink into my hips as I rock back and forth gently, holding his gaze.

“You’re such a good girl, little one.”

My eyes roll back in my head as I finger back through the wild mess my hair has become. “You’re so deep.” I grind back and forth, rubbing against his length as my heavy tits sway back and forth. “I’m going to come.”

“Give it to me. Give Daddy your come. Be a good girl and give it to me.” I don’t know if it’s the dirty talk, the emotional vulnerability, the pregnancy hormones, or the way Holden touches me, but my body coils up tightly, squeezing my thighs hard around his cock before I comehard,finally releasing all the built-up tension from last night.

A moment later, Holden joins me, groaning as he shoots hot come inside my soaking pussy.

“Damn,” he pants, keeping his hands firmly stuck on my hips as we ride out the orgasm. “I don’t deserve that.”

“You deserve so much more of that.” I lean down and kiss his lips, savoring the way he smells. The rich mandarin and the undefinable spice. It’s elevated, rich, and will always be immediately comforting to me.

He growls low in his throat and rolls me onto my back, his weight again on top of me. “You know what you deserve?”

I shake my head and unintentionally wet my lips.

He leans into my neck and kisses me softly, rubbing his thumb against the faint whisper of my collarbone and up the line of my jaw. His lips land near my ears and in a soft rumble he murmurs, “Everything, little one. You deserve everything, and I’m gonna do whatever it takes to give it to you.”

Tears well and fall from the corners of my eyes, soaking a bird tattoo on his left shoulder. “Is that a raven?”

He nods and kisses the lobe of my ear. “Got it ten years ago now. He reminds me that change is always present.”

“It’s funny, Rhett brought me a raven feather the other day. Did I tell you I collect them?”

He shakes his head and holds me closer, kissing the tip of my nose before he speaks. “No, but that’s one more reason why this is meant to be. I can’t wait to learn all the small details that make you, you.”

I swallow hard and lock on Holden’s gaze, memorizing every fraction of emotion that’s coursing through me. I never want to forget the way I feel right now.

I never want to leave this bed.

My phone buzzes on the bedside table, and a moment later the front door swings open and closes again. It slams heavily enough that we hear it in the back room. As much as I’d like to stay here all my life, I need to move. I need to see where Rhett is,know what happened to Maverick last night, and I need to call a doctor to get a proper pregnancy test done.

Leaning up, I kiss Holden over and over on the lips, on his chest, on his shoulders, on the tip of his nose. As much as I need to move, I really don’t want to.

“Molly, can we talk?” A heavy knock hits the bedroom door and my stomach drops. “I’ve been trying to text you.” The voice on the other side of the door is Maverick.

Holden glances toward me and kisses my forehead. “I’ve got to shower and get to the office, anyway. You okay to talk to him alone?”

“Yeah. I want to know what happened last night.”

Holden nods and climbs up from the bed. “I’ll take the back door out then. I love you, little one. I’ll be back tonight.”

I can’t help but grin. “You’re coming backtonight?What happened to all the rules?”

He kisses my forehead gently and steps from the bed with every tattooed muscle on his body flexing. “I don’t have the strength to stay away from you anymore. And truth be told… I don’t want it. I’ll figure things out with work.”

My pulse races, and though I haven’t stood yet, I know my knees are weak. Holden is everything, and though I know we’re playing with fire, I’ve never enjoyed the heat so much.

Chapter Thirteen

Maverick

I’ve seen Molly half a dozen times since I learned that she wasn’t the Molly I’d been talking to online. You’d think the fucker would’ve at least changed her name. This is a small town. It wouldn’t take much for one nude to end up in everyone’s inbox.

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