Page 30 of Protected By the Bikers Next Door
“We can’t. What if he’s watching?”
“I have an idea,” Wolf suggests with a naughty glint in his eye. He takes my hand and pulls me over to the utility room, opening the door and pulling me inside. He flicks on the light switch, shutting the door behind us. It’s a tight squeeze, the twoof us barely fit among the washing machine and dryer, cleaning products, and excess canned goods that I store in here. “No windows,” Wolf points out, pulling me close to him.
“You, sir, are a sex fiend,” I giggle as he kisses my neck.
“So are you, gorgeous,” he growls as he reaches his hand under my dress, pulling aside my panties to stroke my already wet slit. “See,” he purrs triumphantly as he slides his fingers inside.
He lifts me onto the washing machine, which just so happens to be running, and the vibrations ripple through me, turning me on even more. I need this. I need to lose myself in the simple act of fucking. We’re both hungry with need, too eager for more; we don’t take our time. Wolf kisses me passionately, his tongue intertwining with mine as he teases my clit. I reach down and unbuckle his belt and pants, pulling his already hard cock free.
“Fuck me,” I command, biting his lip. “I need to feel you inside me.”
He positions his cock at my entrance, pushing inside slowly as my pussy opens like a flower in bloom for him. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me, wanting more, needing more. He moves slowly at first, allowing my body to adjust to him. As I get wetter, he starts moving faster, fucking me harder. The vibrations from the washing machine, combined with his hard and hungry fucking send me hurtling over the edge as I cum, screaming out in pleasure.
“Fuck, Harper. You’re mine, say you’re mine,” he growls, nipping at my neck, burying his face between my cleavage and finding my nipple, biting it and sending ripples of pleasurable pain through me.
“I’m yours, Wolf, always,” I cry as he fucks me harder, finding his release as I cum for a second time.
Panting and satiated for now, we adjust ourselves, and Wolf kisses me.
“Shit, I think we knocked something over,” I say, noticing that there’s flour on the floor.
Wolf inspects it. “Nope, looks like you may have a mouse,” he says, pointing out various bags of chips and dried noodles that the mouse has nibbled its way into.
“Shit. What do I do?”
“We can go to the store and pick up some containers that will stop it from getting into things, plus we can buy a humane trap to catch it and release it somewhere else.”
I smile at him, cocking my head to the side. “I didn’t peg you for an animal rescuer. I figured you’d be an old school trap kinda man.”
He smiles back. “I’m not a monster. I like animals; they’re innocent and didn’t do anything to me. It’s people I tend to have a problem with.”
I kiss him deeply. “Alright, we’d better put our clothes back on and go.”
***
A short while later, we’re at the store, and I’m perusing the cereal aisle when I hear a familiar voice I didn’t expect to hear.
“Harper, fancy seeing you here.”
I spin around, Lucky Charms in hand, to see my ex and his latest girlfriend in a long line of bimbos exactly like the ones he used to cheat on me, a size two fitness instructor with honey blonde hair wearing workout clothing despite not being at the gym and based on the thick layer of makeup she’s wearing, she’s not come from one either.
“Ryan, what are you doing here?” I try to hide how startled I am. Any sign of weakness and he’ll pick at it. As I look at him, I wonder how I ever thought I loved him. I see the real him now, the smarmy, too-tight, too-hip clothes, the slicked-back, oiled hair, the freshly shaved cleft chin; he’s the epitome of a man in a midlife crisis.
“Same as you, shopping. Though my cereal choices are far healthier, I hope you’re not feeding Jenny that crap,” he says condescendingly, and I curse myself. No doubt he will mention it to our lawyers.
I place it back on the shelf, hating myself for doing so. “No, I mean, what are you doing in town. This store is miles away from your place.”
I moved away to avoid these kinds of encounters.
“Luna lives nearby. I’ve been staying at hers lately. Thinking I might even move here, I’ll be closer to my little girl that way.”
I try to bite back the anger I feel. Ryan doesn’t want anything to do with Jenny. He hasn’t asked about her, nor has he checked in since we moved. He knows that he’s not meant to come here, that it’s against our divorce agreement. This is just to piss me off and impress this new bimbo. I can’t believe he’d be so reckless. He doesn’t care about Jenny at all.
“He’s such a great dad,” Luna interjects, her voice high-pitched and babyish. “It’s nice to meet you finally,” she adds, beaming at me and holding out her hand.
In the name of being polite and not giving Ryan ammunition to use against me in any custody discussions, I shake her hand. “You too.”
“I work at Foxy Lady’s Gym. I’d be happy to give you a discount,” she adds, looking me up and down. “I can help you shift that tummy.”
