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And the way he looked at her told her he knew she didn’t mean them. Those eyes, goddamn him and those eyes. Even in the dark, she could tell he saw her in a way no one else did.

Her gaze flicked to the offered helmet. It hung there between them—an offering to change her future—to change everything and give her what she’d always wanted because now his club was her father’s club.

But Pipes.

Pipes.

He wanted her to be his Ol’ Lady. He brought her to the clubhouse to be his Ol’ Lady. She was almost his property. Her gut twisted at the thought of being his and tied to him. Her mind reeled, playing images of his beady eyes, his sweaty face, of his seizing in the backseat of her car, of him snorting lines, the way he looked at her with hate when she confronted him. That was her present. How much worse would her future be when she was officially his property?

As she blinked away her thoughts of Pipes, she focused back on Jacob. Photo booth pictures, sharing stolen beers, lollipop bouquets, secret fucks in parking lots, singing to one another…

God help her, Sparrow took that helmet before she climbed on the back of Jacob’s bike knowing full well that if anyone saw her, she’d have a shit ton of explaining to do.

Chapter 13

Romeo

Romeo had never had anyone on the back of his bike. Never. Not one woman rode behind him. He still didn’t have a sissy bar on the back, so Sparrow’s ride wasn’t going to be the most comfortable. He should’ve felt bad about that, and he probably would have if the feel of her wrapping her arms around him when he started the engine wasn’t heaven.

Her body molded against his, and he had to remind himself that he wanted to take his time with her. She deserved more than another quick fuck. He wanted to find every freckle. He’d promised her that too. Every little dot deserved a kiss. Some viewed those brown speckles as blemishes, but to him they were targets.

They’d have an entire evening to themselves and he planned on enacting more than one of the dreams she’d starred in for the last nine years.

The ride to the motel, though short, was torturous. Her legs bracketed his own, her chest against his back, and the heat she threw off was comparable to a furnace.

She’d rested her hands on his hips, and he had to use every ounce of self-control he had not to take them and shove them down his pants. If they were cold, he’d have an excuse other than she made him horny as fuck. But they weren’t. Everything about her was fire.

Instead, he showed restraint. How? He hadn’t a fucking clue, but he thanked all that was holy he could. He took every opportunity that presented itself to run his hands up and down her thighs. She had the most fantastic thighs he’d ever felt. She had to be a runner with how toned they were.

Once he’d parked the bike outside his room, he practically jumped off and yanked her against him. He wanted to taste her again. This time, she’d had a watermelon lollipop, and he wasn’t sure which flavor he liked better, blue raspberry or watermelon. It didn’t matter because he was sure that no matter the flavor, he preferred it secondhand from her lips.

He devoured her mouth in kisses while he cupped the back of her head with one hand, and guided her backward toward his room with the other. He broke his greedy claim on her mouth long enough to open the room, then practically shoved her inside.

Laughing, she stumbled over Dash’s duffle bag and reached for him. Kicking the door shut behind them, he caught her arm and prevented her from falling. Tugging her back, she slammed into him with a gasp. He took her mouth again, and couldn’t get enough. Her taste, the feel of her, he wanted more. The parking lot had to be quick and dirty, but he had nothing but time with her now, so he had to remind himself to slow down and savor.

It wouldn’t be easy. His cock had been painfully stiff since she nestled against him on his bike. Every time he touched her, or she touched him, he felt the zipper of his jeans imprinting on his shaft.

Running his fingers along the hem of her shirt, he backed away long enough to take a deep inhale and pulled the clothing over her head. The curtains to the motel room weren’t fully closed, so a sliver of light, either from a streetlamp, or the moon, illuminated a line across Sparrow’s naturally tanned skin. While the darkness of the room didn’t allow for him to get a full view of her, from what he could tell, her freckles weren’t isolated to her face. They decorated her entire body, and her tight pebbled nipples matched them in color.

Cupping her small breasts, he groaned, delighting in the fact that they fit perfectly. Nothing spilled out, and if he had his way, she’d never wear a bra. He wanted unfettered access to her magnificent tits at all times.

Her head fell back with hooded eyes as he gently squeezed her flesh before trailing his fingers around her areolas. With so much of her neck exposed, Romeo bent forward to nip and lick her throat. He circled his fingers around her nipples before he took hold, and pinched gently. She rewarded him with the most sensual of moans, and he lost it.

Gripping her hips, he twirled her so that she spun and faced the dresser. One hand undid his jeans, the other planted on her back, urging her to bend forward. All thought of going slow, enjoying her body, went out the window.

Dipping his fingers into his pocket, he pulled out a condom. With his teeth, he ripped the wrapper, tossing it to the floor. The condom rolled down his length and he reached for her again.

“You make me lose all fucking control,” he growled before his jeans fell and his sheathed cock sprung up.

Panting, her gaze met his in the mirror. “You have the same effect on me,” she admitted in an erotic whisper, and he just about came undone.

Fumbling with her jeans, he finally peeled them down her thighs enough to have access to her. Taking hold of her hip with one hand, he crouched slightly and guided his cock toward her entrance from behind. Once he felt the moist flaming heat of her sex, he slammed inside.

The tight feel of her pussy around his cock stole his breath, while she let out a squeak of surprise. As much as he wanted this time to be sweet and sensual, he was desperate for her, so he pulled back and thrust forward so hard the dresser shook.

Watching her in the shaking mirror, Romeo pounded hard and fast. At no point in time did Sparrow break eye contact with him. Each inward thrust caused an erotic, audible inhale. Her face twisted with the hedonistic need for him as he drilled into her.

He wouldn’t last long at this pace. He couldn’t last long with the way her silken walls pulsed around him. They clamped down, and her body shook the moment he reached around and found the swollen nub of her clit.

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