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She cried out on a raspy moan, her nails raking over the skin of his back like she was trying to tunnel her way out of soil.
Wave after wave of relief swept through him. The pleasure unparalleled to anything else.
Rolling onto his back, he kept Paige in the confines of his arms, unable to let go, his limbs had turned to concrete, his heart thumping double speed. With his face buried in her hair, her skinny arms around his neck and her face pressed to his shoulder, he could only whisper her name like an answered prayer and wonder what the fuck he’d just done…
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
“Remember to forget me.” -Paige
“I feel so wrong calling in sick. I’ve never had a sick day in my whole life.” Fretted Paige, chewing on the corner of her thumb nail once she’d ended the call to her boss pretending she had stomach issues.
“Bad girl.” Grinned Reaper at her side, his mouth was attached to her neck the whole phone call, distracting her into sounding wheezy with panted breaths.
She melted. Leaning into his body, they were both naked under those sheets and she was reluctant to get up even though her bladder was screaming at her. She didn’t feel confident enough to start prancing bare-assed around his condo and there were no clothes in grabbing distance. Her screaming bladder would just have to wait.
“Are you calling in dead too?”
“Nope.”
“Won’t they worry? The guys, I mean. The other bikers.”
“If I don’t turn out they’ll just pick up the slack.”
“That must be nice, having friends like that.” He didn’t answer, his fingers were drawing circles on her lower belly slow enough to have Paige’s mind going in nine different lust filled directions. She knew if she wriggled just right those long, magic fingers would slip ever lower and send her to heaven again.
“How did you come to join an American biker club?” The blankets had fallen a few inches and she crept them back up to her chin.
“I needed a job and Rider gave me one.”
“Just like that?” Seemed hard to believe it was that easy to become a member of the infamous Renegade Souls MC. She hadn’t been in town long, but soon learned who owned most everything. People were equally in awe as they were fearful of the MC. Working in the diner, Paige got to know most of those guys the last few years, they never appeared all that intimidating to her.
“Did you have to do an initiation?”
His lips twitched and he lifted his eyes to hers, his fingers stalled around her navel. “Baby, you been watching too many movies?”
She grinned. “Well I don’t know how you join a biker gang, do I? Do you take girls as members?”
“No, baby. We’re primitive motherfuckers like that. Men only.”
“Big tough boys playing with their big tough motorcycles.” She teased and he pinched her belly fat gently making her squirm.
“You never thought about going back home to New Zealand?”
His smile dropped. “Nah. I like it here.”
“Good. I like you here too.”
Her stomach chose that very second to display what a lion sounded like when it was ravenous. Reaper palmed the entire span of her stomach with his big hand and rubbed. “Let’s get you some food, Paige. I need to run out, ‘cause I got nothing in.”
She stayed nestled in the bed while he jumped out. Naked. Muscled. Tanned and gorgeous. Holy moly macaroni, she stared at him like it was earning her a paycheck.
She couldn’tnotlook at his booty because baby boy had booty.
Jesus on toast, he wasn’t real.
But she’d had him sliding on top of her for hours, so she knew how real he felt.
Her inner vagina muscles pinged in remembrance.
