Page 22 of Bounty
Where the fuck did that come from?
Effie would just be a fling. Nothing permanent or serious. I liked her more than I should’ve, but the reality of my world dictated a night of fucking would be the extent of our relationship.
Maybe, two nights. We lived almost nine hours apart in our regular lives. No fucking way would I travel six hundred goddamn milesjustfor pussy when I had more than enough available at the clubhouse every day.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Effie’s sweet voice seeped into my brooding.
“My thoughts are worth more than a penny, babe,” I replied. Her giggle delighted me.
Smilefaded intoFancy Likeby Walker Hayes. We adjusted our groove to match the new song. We didn’t say much as we danced, just basking in each other’s company.
“Slice?” Effie whispered when the song ended.
A pretty flush colored her cheeks. Fuck me, but she was a beauty.
“Yeah, sweetheart?” My husky voice betrayed my desire.
“Are you going to kiss me again?”
Big Boy sprang to life at her breathy question. Our kiss outside rocked my fucking world. I’d merely meant Striker to see her in my arms, so my claim would be clear and no bullshit would arise. I hadn’t expected the depth of her passion or the feeling it stirred inside me. “Do you want me to?”
She was silent for some seconds. Then, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed me. For a moment, her boldness shocked me. Not sure why. This wasEffie.She took life by the handlebars and went after what she wanted. She nipped my lower lip and I groaned, wrapping my arms around her waist. My brothers’catcalls and hoots broke us apart. The attention turned Effie’s brashness into bashfulness. Her cheeks were thoroughly pink.
I caressed her lower lip, swollen from our kiss. “Let’s ride out, babe.”
She nodded, clutching my hand as I led her out of the clubhouse. The chilly night air greeted us, but didn’t cool my blood.
“Where are we going?”
“The hotel,” I answered, helping her onto my bike.
Disappointment swept over her features. “Oh.”
My hands lingered on her waist. I was painfully hard, and Effie was a grown woman. If she wanted to fuck me, who was I to throw a wrench in her plans?
“You misunderstand me. You won’t be going to your room when we get there. You’re coming to mine.”
It was almost comical how her face lit up, all because the big bad biker would finally give her a taste of what she’d been chasing. I couldn’t hold in my chuckle. Leaning down, I brushed my lips over hers, then hopped on my bike and started it up. Typically, I enjoyed nothing more than riding my motorcycle, but tonight, I couldn’t get to our destination soon enough.
As we rode in the elevator to my floor, Effie texted her mother some bullshit about meeting up with a friend who’d left Corpus to attend college in Austin. In reality, she was followingme to my room for dick. When the elevator door opened to my floor, I grabbed her hand and practically dragged her down the hall to my room. Her giggle at my eagerness brought a smile to my face.
Inside the room, I kicked the door shut and flipped on a light, then settled my hands on her waist. I took a moment to admire her beauty, my gaze flickering across her face. Filled with lust and excitement, her hazel eyes locked with mine. Her dark curls framed her heart-shaped face, and her lips—God, those fucking lips—were parted ever so slightly. Her tongue darted out to wet them and my stomach tightened.
“You’re so gorgeous, sweetheart,” I murmured, thumbing her bottom lip.
“I can say the same about you.” She wrapped her arms around my neck. “But we’re not here to compliment each other, so—”
I didn’t let her finish her cheeky comment. Her gasp was lost as our lips met, my hands exploring the lithe curves of her body. A thrill shot through me. The warmth of her lips was intoxicating, and the taste was divine, like a sweet summer berry. She melted into me. Her fingers dug into the fabric of my shirt as she pressed closer, the softness of her body a stark contrast to the hard lines of my muscles. Her intoxicating perfume, a mix of vanilla and something musky, filled my nostrils. Our mutual need was a raging inferno, consuming and intoxicating. My tongue slid against hers and her moan vibrated through me.
“Slice,” she breathed against my lips, her voice shaking with need. “Please…”
“Please what?” I whispered, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes.
My blood burned at what I saw in those hazel depths.
Desire that rivaled mine. Trust I didn’t deserve. And submission she was eager to offer.
“You know what I want,” she said.
