Page 39 of Filthy and Dirty with the Bikers

I swallow hard and nod slowly, thinking over the decision as though the destiny of the world relies on it. “Yeah, I want to know.”

Maverick rolls down the truck window and hoots out into the late morning light like a hooligan. He’s happy. Really genuinely happy. I like this side of him. It’s fun and carefree. Light and open. “Get over here, baby. I gotta have you closer.”

I slide toward him, effortlessly snuggling under his arm as he holds the wheel with the other. “I can’t imagine coming here with anyone else today. Thank you.”

He squeezes my shoulder before shifting the truck with his opposite hand. It would be easier to shift with this one, but he holds onto me tight anyway.

“Pull over,” I pant, twisting toward him with a wild in my eyes I haven’t felt since this morning.

He glances toward me, then back at the road again. “What? Why? Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” I climb up onto my knees and face him, clit throbbing hard. “I need you.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah.” I brush my hand down over his inked arm, sliding it between my thighs, as my ass lifts toward the windshield. “I need you so bad… like right now.”

His rough hand slips against my inner thigh and onto my soaking panties.

What’s wrong with me? Why am I so insatiable? I could blame the hormones again, but truthfully, why does it matter?

I loved the way Maverick took care of me in the doctor’s office. I love the way he rolled down his window with excitement for me, and a part of me even loves the way he went back out to defend me last night. He’s a good man. A good, sexy, strong man who I want to do filthy things to me…right now.

He pulls the truck to the side of the road, following a dirt path around a few trees. We’re just off the main road and I don’t think we’re fooling anyone, but the tint on his windows are dark enough that we can mess around for a while undetected.

My hand lands on his thigh as he shifts the truck into park and turns toward me, pulling me onto his lap.

I’ve never been more thankful for skirts. The thick bulge of his cock is hard and ready, poking beneath the denim as I grind against his lap and lean into his lips.

“Fuck, baby,” he growls, kissing my lips ever so gently at first, savoring the taste as though he’s waited forever for this moment.

My hands wrap around his shoulders, and I sink onto his lap further, leaning into the softness of the kiss until it’s deeper and much less sweet.

It’s this moment right here where we both lose it. Where first time touch means nothing, and feral instinct means everything. Our hands roam each other’s bodies as though we’ve touched each other a thousand times before. As though every moment in our lives has led to this, and we’re connected on a level that can’t be spoken clearly without touch.

He drags his calloused hand up my throat and stares me in the eyes. “If we do this, you belong to me. I can’t lose you again.”

The flecks of green in his eyes show bright in this light. I brush my hand over his long beard and down past the stubble on his throat. “I want to be yours. I want to belong to all of you.”

He moans and wraps me tighter as I grind his covered cock. “As long as I don’t lose you, Molly. That pretty little face of yours got me through so much.” His lips crash against mine with eager breath, and our hands move wildly along each other’s skin.

The pines sway outside the darkly tinted window as I reach between us, feeling for the latch of his belt, but my hand slides over the hard steel of the gun in his waistband first.

“Sorry, baby.” He pulls the gun from his jeans and leans forward, tucking it into the glove box before drawing his giant hands over my breasts, focusing on the hard nipples that poke through the thin fabric of my shirt.

I wasn’t sure what to wear today, so I threw on a little cotton skirt and a light sweater. I figured it was easiest for the doctor, despite the fact that I’m dressed like it’s June in the middle of winter.

“It’s okay.” I kiss his mouth, tracing the line of his bottom lip with my index finger. “It turns me on.”

“What does?”

“The gun. It’s hot that you carry. That you’re always prepared and ready.”

He shakes his head and fists into my hair as he leans me to the side, weighing me down with the weight of his giant frame. “Get your ass over here.”

I unbuckle his jeans, he pulls up my skirt, my panties slide to the side, and his thick cock presses into me hard and fast, spontaneous and wild. Over and over again, he thrusts deep as I lift my ass and press myself as close as I can get, though it isn’t close enough. I want to be under his skin. I want to be in his breath. I need him like air.

“Oh, baby.” He growls low and tugs me close. “You’re so fuckin’ wet.”

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