Page 91 of Baby for the Bikers

I open the shower door quietly, but he doesn’t turn, doesn’t acknowledge me, though I know he heard the door open. I step into the hot spray, pressing my body against his back, my arms sliding around his waist, my cheek between his shoulder blades, my nipples hardening against his skin.

“I told you I needed space,” he says, tension vibrating through him.

“And I’m telling you that’s bullshit.” I slide my hands lower, down the ridged plane of his stomach, feeling his muscles clench as I reach the thatch of hair at his groin. “Whatever’s eating at you, pushing us away won’t fix it.”

He doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t stop me either. My fingers find his cock, already half-hard despite his protests. I wrap my hand around him, stroking slowly, feeling him grow harder with each pass.

“You don’t give up, do you?” There’s the slightest hint of amusement in his voice now.

“Not when it matters.” I press closer, rubbing my breasts against his back. “Not when you matter.”

He finally turns. His gaze rakes over me, taking in my wet hair, my flushed skin, the marks on my neck and breasts from his brothers’ mouths.

“This won’t fix anything,” he warns, even as his hands find my hips.

“Maybe not.” I rise on tiptoes, my lips brushing his. “But it’ll make you forget for a while. Let me do that for you.”

The last of his resistance crumbles. His mouth takes mine, hot and demanding, teeth scraping my lower lip. His hands grip my ass, lifting me effortlessly and pressing me against the cold tile. I gasp at the contrast—his burning body in front, the frigid wall behind—but the sensation only ramps up my arousal.

“Is this what you want?” he growls against my neck, his fingers finding my cunt already slick from my time with his brothers. “To make me forget?”

“Yes.” I arch into his touch, shameless in my need. “Let me.”

I push against his chest, making him step back enough for me to slide to my knees. The look on his face as I take his cock into my mouth—surprise, heat, a flicker of surrender—sends a rush of power through me.

I take my time, working him with my tongue, my lips, my hands, using every trick I’ve learned these past weeks about what makes him lose control. His hands fist in my wet hair, guiding me, his hips starting to thrust despite his obvious effort to hold back.

Water streams over us both, but I barely notice. All my focus is on his pleasure, on the way his breathing grows ragged, on the tension building in his thighs beneath my hands.

Just when I feel him getting close, his cock pulsing against my tongue, he pulls back. Without a word, he shuts off the water and hauls me to my feet, his expression almost feral. He doesn’t bother with towels, just lifts me into his arms and carries me, dripping wet, to his bedroom.

The sheets are cool against my heated skin as he tosses me onto the bed. For a moment, he just stands there, water running in rivulets down his body, his cock jutting hard and ready. The hunger in his eyes makes me squirm, spreading my legs in open invitation.

“Tell me what you want,” he demands, his voice raw.

“You,” I answer simply. “Inside me. Now.”

It’s all I need to say. His eyes flash, and in a single move, he’s on top of me, his lips crashing against mine as he hungrily kisses me. His tongue fucks my mouth the way his cock will soon fuck my pussy. He grips my waist, pulling me closer, his cock now resting against my wet entrance, the heat radiating from it driving me wild.

But he pauses, pulling away slightly, his eyes searching mine for something. He doesn’t want to hurt me. I can see it in the way his brows furrow, the concern flickering in his gaze. But I need this. I need him. I want him to take me completely.

“Do it, Brick, please,” I beg, my voice laced with urgency, hands pushing against his chest, desperate for him to move.

He groans, and before I can say anything more, he shifts, moving between my legs. The head of his cock presses against me, but he doesn’t enter just yet. He runs the tip up and down my slit, teasing me, making me ache for him. My body trembles,my pussy soaking wet from the anticipation, from the way he’s making me wait.

I look up at him, my eyes half-lidded, my breath coming in shallow gasps. “Please, Brick. Don’t tease me.”

Without another word, he slams into me, his cock stretching me open in one swift, powerful thrust. The fullness of him fills me instantly, and I gasp, my body shuddering as I adjust to the intrusion. He waits for a moment, letting me feel him inside me, letting my body accept him.

I dig my nails into his back, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Don’t stop, Brick.”

With a growl, he starts to move, slowly at first, pulling out almost all the way before pushing back in, his thrusts deep and controlled. Each time he enters, he hits that sweet spot that makes me moan louder, my body rising to meet his, desperate for more.

His hands dig into my hips, his grip tightening as he increases his pace, his cock sliding in and out of me, each thrust getting harder, faster. I can feel myself tightening around him, the pressure building inside me as he drives into me relentlessly, his hips slapping against mine with each stroke.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Rowan,” he growls, his voice thick with pleasure.

I can’t hold back, my body writhing beneath him, craving everything he’s giving me. I’m so close, my legs trembling, my clit aching for attention, but he keeps fucking me, his thrusts deep and unrelenting, making me lose control.

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