Page 12 of Filthy and Dirty with the Bikers

Also, why is seeing her on his lap turning me on? Maybe it’s the voyeuristic aspect. I’d probably be turned on watching her climb just about anything.

Maverick glances toward Molly. “You are just as beautiful in person.”

She smiles and leans into his neck, saying playfully,“In person?”

Something that feels like rage boils up inside of me as I stand from the recliner and pull Molly up off Maverick’s lap. It’s a quick motion, and before I fully comprehend what I’m doing, I have her round ass hauled up over my shoulder.

He glares up at me and shrugs, but I see the hard cock pressing into his jeans.

Jesus!

“Come on, trouble. You’ve had enough for the night.” I carry her down the hall toward the spare bedroom in the back end of the cabin. It’s a room I added on when I first got out here. For me, it’s fine, but with Molly here, I see every detail of imperfection that needs to be fixed. The molding is slightly off the floor on one edge, there’s a spot of paint missing on the wall above the headboard, and I could’ve been more generous with the light fixture update. I grabbed this one for free from a buddy who was tearing his old cabin apart for a remodel. At the time, the yellowing globe fixture seemed like a good deal. Now, it’s embarrassing.

Molly wiggles against my frame and I smell her arousal. Fuck! That was Maverick getting her all turned up.What the hell?

I kick open the bedroom door and put her on the bed, watching a cheshire grin lift up onto her drunk face. “Quit smiling.”

Her smile grows wider, and I realize with the amount she’s had to drink, she probably won’t notice the light fixtures or the paint on the wall. Not tonight, anyway. “You’re jealous.”

“No,” I scoff. “I’m worried about you. You just left your boyfriend of forever, and you’re drunk. I didn’t want you to do something you’d regret.”

She rolls her eyes and stands from the bed, landing her soft little hand on my chest. “Oh, come on. You know I’d checked out of that relationship with Tyler years ago. I’m not drunk because I’m sad about him.”

“Really? Then why are you drunk?” I push her hair back away from her shoulders, smoothing down the strands as shetalks. This is the closest we’ve ever been, well… aside from me hauling her up over my shoulder a second ago.

“I think it’s a mourning of the life Iwantedversus the life I wasliving,ya know? But something shifted immediately when I left.”

“Yeah? What’s that?”

She smiles wide. “I started believing in fairytales again.”

“You stopped?”

She nods and leans back, brushing her hand back through her messy hair. “Yeah. I started to think that love was a lie.”

I hate what that bastard did to her. He took her light, then hurt her for not shining. “Love exists, trouble. Trust me.”

She bites back a grin. “How do you know? Are you in love?”

“No,” I say quickly…like it’s the truth.

“Well,” her head tilts to the side, “whoever falls in love with you is lucky.” She runs a single finger up the inside of my thigh. “You’re everything.”

“Everything?”Jesus, we’re both fucking drunk. Nothing good can come of an intimate conversation and her hand on my thigh. I need to stop this, but she’s already noticed how hard I am.

“Yeah,” she draws circles on my cock through my jeans, “you’re protective, and smart, and you don’t think ‘being a man’means you’re aggressive for aggression’s sake. You think it means leadership and guidance.” Her gaze never leaves mine. “I like that.”

“Your bar is too low. That shit doesn’t make meeverything. It makes me human.”

“See,” she brushes her hand against my thigh, “you’re even humble. You’re the kind of guy that only looks down on someone if he’s helping them up. I bet you’d love the hell out of a woman.”

Fuck… I really shouldn’t have carried her back here. I’m not nearly sober enough for this. “You’re pretty great yourself.”

“Yeah?” She grins playfully. “I’m not so sure of that.”

“Well, that’s because the asshole was only passionate with you when he was telling you how you were fucking up his life.” I brush my hand down her face gently. “With a man who genuinely loves you, you’d know how beautiful and cherished you truly are.”

This is so fucking wrong. My heart aches, my cock is hard, and all I want to do is reach out and pull her close, slide inside of her, and forget there are any obstacles in our way.

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