Page 81 of The MC's Surprise
His responses only served to turn me on, and I wound up bouncing on his cock like my life depended on it. He made a few aborted attempts to kiss me, but he interrupted the rhythm any time he tried so he eventually gave up and just let me have my way with him. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced. My big bad biker was giving me full control. And wasn’t that sexy as hell?
Eventually, though, I started running out of steam. Six weeks without much activity left me with less stamina than I used to have. Justin picked up on it when I started slowing down, but he didn’t make me feel bad about it. He yanked me against his chest and rolled me beneath him in such a smooth movement, I barely had time to blink. He didn’t wait for me to catch my breath, thrusting his hips with wild abandon as we both raced to the edge together. Everything was oversensitive, dialed to eleven, and I clawed at his back for some sort of purchase. He dropped to his elbows, changing the angle, and continued to rock his hips without breaking his rhythm. His lips claimed mine, grounding me as I skyrocketed towards another release. It was overwhelming and amazing, and I never wanted it to end.
Not that I had much of a choice. Justin wrapped his arm under my knee, pulling my leg higher, and somehow it only got better. I was glad he was kissing me otherwise I may have woken Melanie with my screaming. A few thrusts later, and I lost the battle at drawing things out, coming so hard, I couldn’t breathe. I had to rip my mouth away from Justin’s, my eyes squeezed shut as wave after wave of pleasure slammed into me. I felt Justin press his face against my neck, heard his loud groan, butso long as his hips kept moving, I kept getting hit with another aftershock until he finally collapsed on top of me.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?” he murmured against my shoulder.
I snickered, kissing the side of his neck. “No. I’ll tell you if it gets uncomfortable.”
“Good, because I think this is my favorite spot right now. I’m not ready to move.”
The comment made me melt, and I hugged him a little closer because of it. He was such a sweet man. Charlotte was an idiot to not see just how amazing he was. He was caring and loyal, and his crew was like his family. His big, rambunctious, and yes, sometimes dirty family.
His phone rang, distracting us both, but he didn’t seem inclined to reach for it. I poked him in the side, smirking at his disgruntled expression.
“Shouldn’t you be answering that?”
“No. If they’re calling this late, it’s probably not good, and I don’t want to ruin the evening.”
I understood that, but I also worried about it. If it was true that they’d only call this late if it was important, then he shouldn’t ignore the call.
“Answer it,” I insisted. I needed to know what was going on in case we needed more community outreach to fix whatever damage to their reputation they’d caused.
With a discontented grumble, he fished his phone out of his jeans pocket, answering it without moving from his spot between my thighs.
“What?”
“Treasurer,” a voice that sounded a lot like Prez grumbled. “How much do you think the club coffers will cover for broken windows?”
Justin’s expression flattened. “Who broke what window?”
“Not sure. A bunch of crews started a wrestling competition at the rally tonight. All in good fun from what I’ve heard, but things got a little out of hand and a couple guys cracked a window on one of the buildings. I don’t want this messing with our reputation.”
I slapped my forehead with my palm, groaning. “Seriously? On the first night?”
Prez huffed, his voice tinged with resignation. “I’m aware how it looks. Thankfully, Kennedy Storm had already left for the night. Might need some damage control, if you’re up for it, Sierra.”
“I’ll handle it, Prez. Just send me the business owner’s information. And let the guys know they’ll be doing the work themselves. We aren’t just hiring someone else to clean up their messes.”
“That’ll be fun to watch,” Justin said with a smirk. “Depending on the window, I think the coffers will cover it, Prez. Just give me an estimation, I’ll get the funds.”
“And I’ll make sure they’re replenished by everyone who’d been involved,” I growled.
No way was I going to let someone else ruin my good work. Not again.
Thankfully,the owner of the building that had damage was a friendly man and didn’t hold it against the crew for the window breaking, especially when we offered to pay for all the damages and replace it right away.
“I’m sorry this happened,” I said again.
He waved me off with a big grin. “I’m not. I’ve been meanin’ to replace the windows for a while now. I can afford the rest of ‘em, but not the big one. Ya’ll are savin’ me time and money. And every one of them fellas who caused the damage has apologized more than once. I honestly never expected that.”
“They’re nicer than they look,” I agreed, rocking a little on my feet to keep Melanie asleep. It was a little noisy with the rally going on around us and a few different crews cleaning up the mess they’d made, but she slept like a champ. It made me feel a little ridiculous for tiptoeing around the house all this time. She obviously wouldn’t have woken up if this is how hard she slept.
Or maybe she was just happy around the crews. They were a boisterous bunch, and she never startled when she was around them. She was as happy around them as her daddy was.
“Okay, well, I’ve given you the club president’s number, and you have mine as well, correct? I’m going to check in with the guys, see what the timeline is for fixing the damage. If it takes longer than a week, I’ll make them replace all the windows for you instead of just this one.”
I wasn’t entirely sure I had the power to promise that, but I stuck by my guns. They all knew what we were trying to do here, and last night it wasn’t just other crews who caused the damage. They should’ve stepped in before things went too far. They were going to suffer my wrath for causing this kind of trouble.
