Page 40 of Filthy and Dirty with the Bikers

Maverick is a big dude, and we don’t have much room to maneuver, but the way he looks at me, the way he touches me, the way he talks, the way our bodies feel together, is enough to send me straight over the edge.

I grip the back of his neck as he thrusts harder and faster. “Right there. Don’t stop. Please.”

“Fuck! I want you everywhere.”

“Everywhere?” I pant.

“Your mouth. Your soaking pussy. Your tight little ass.” His tone is ragged and wild.

I’ve never thought about letting anyone near my ass before, not ever, but I guess there’s a first time for everything. “Yeah? You want to sink into my tight little ass?” For some reason, repeating the dirty words out loud sends me closer to orgasm.

“Fuck, baby…” He holds me tighter, cupping my throat as he thrusts deeper and faster. “Fuck!”

My eyes close as his cock drives into me harder than ever, reaching deep inside of me to places that feel like euphoria.

“Look at me!” he growls. “I want to see your face when you come.”

My gaze meets his, and all at once, like a train going off the rails, I explode around his cock, squeezing and vibrating as I moan out for relief.

A second later, Maverick tightens the grip on my throat and drives his cock in one final time, sending waves of lightheaded excitement through me on repeat.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he growls in chorus with my aching moan, and for a long, simple moment, the world disappears around us. No chirping birds. No rustling wind. No nothing. It’s just Maverick and I tucked away in a corner of the world that’s just for us.

He leans back and tugs up his jeans, then reaches toward me to help me up. “You felt so fuckin’ good.”

“Yeah?” I grin. “You too. That was hot as hell.”

His hands fist into the back of my hair and his teeth scrape across my neck. “I can’t wait to do that again and again.” His lips land against my forehead as he leans forward and grabs his forty-five from the glove box, strapping it back at his waist. “What do you say we get that strawberry rhubarb first, though?I’m starving.” His hand lands on my stomach and says, “I’m sure the baby is too.”

“Yeah. Pie sounds perfect.” I tuck underneath his arm again, laying my head against his chest as he pulls back onto the main road, where lunchtime traffic has picked up with shoppers.

We’re half a mile up the road when I see a line stretched twenty people long outside of the flower shop.

I hold my breath and glance at Maverick, wiping my eyes. “Do you see that?”

“Your shop?”

“Yeah. Look at the line. Why do I have a line?”

He drives slowly down the road as we stare toward the folks waiting. Mothers with their children in tow. Elderly women carrying purses that weigh more than them. A few men that are dressed in bright orange shirts. We weren’t even this busy the first day of business or during any of our sales.

Maybe Rosie found a good ad to run. Maybe her‘bestie’Owen knew some folks who could help. Maybe someone found out that she was going to have to join‘Fantasy Driver’and they gathered all their friends to come save the business and her virginity.

Maverick pulls the truck to the side of the road and shifts into park, using his opposite hand again as to not let go of me. I think I might be in love with this man. An echo in my brain still screamswhat’s wrong with me,but I’m rolling with the voices these days.

I kiss his lips gently, then bounce from the truck, too excited by the buzz of people to think clearly about anything. Right now, all my brain can focus on is this miracle and how we keep it going.

Heart pounding, I step past the group of people waiting to get inside, smiling and thanking each person individually for coming by. That’s one lesson I learned early on. The morepersonal you are with people, the more invested they feel with you, and that personal investment leads to financial success. I’m finally seeing the fruit of all of my efforts.

Nothing can ruin this day. I’ve found three men who love me, I’ve just seen my baby move, I’ve made love twice, and now my shop is right where I need it to be. I’m not sure life can get any better.

It’s not until I see the ‘going out of business’sign by the register that I’m slapped in the face with reality.

What the hell? I’m not going out of business!

My eyes search for Rosie, but as they move through the crowd and toward the register, they’re stopped by a familiar, lanky monster in the back room. An excuse of a man sits on a stool with a smirk on his face. A demon I’ve slept with. A terror of a man I was hoping to leave in my past. Yet there he is, hand tucked into the pocket of his hoodie, and a smirk on his face that’s a concrete reminder that this isn’t over yet.

Chapter Fifteen

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