Page 16 of Giving It to the Biker

“It’s fucked up,” Saint said. “You sure you can handle that?”

“Pea won’t betray the club. He’s many things, but his loyalty is strong. I bet Penny wouldn’t believe me about Pea wanting her if I told her. She’d laugh it off.”

“It’s not a laughing matter.”

“Aware of that.”

“Damn. I never wanted this kind of complication in my club.”

“It’s here, and it’s not going away. Pea will get over it. Penny won’t be the first woman he’s wanted to fuck but couldn’t have.”

“No.” Saint slapped him on the back. “Better you than me.”

****

Someone was inside her apartment. Penny rolled off her bed, sliding to the floor, and grabbing the baseball bat she kept on hand. Her parents had told her to always be prepared, and she was. She wasn’t going to be some woman who was taken without putting up a fight. For years she’d been a light sleeper, so even a cat meowing out on the street would distract her.

Stepping to her door, she heard the intruder was close. Her heart was racing, and she wished she hadn’t left her cell phone beside her laptop. From the moment Rage left her, she’d been sitting at her computer, typing away, and that was for a good few hours. Her story was really taking shape, and the only reason she stopped was because she was so damn tired.

Come on, Penny, you can do this. He comes in, you swing, and make a run for it.

Her door opened. Swinging the bat, she made an ear piercing scream.

The man grunted and grabbed the bat, tugging it out of her hands. She made to run for it, and he wrapped his hand around her waist, stopping her from running.

She went to bite him, and he threw her to the bed.

Not one to accept her fate, she dived again, making a run.

“For fuck’s sake, it’s me, Penny,” Rage said, slamming the bedroom door closed, and switching on the light.

Her heart was pounding, her stomach was clenched, and she was so damn scared, that she walked up to him, slapping him around the face.

“You stupid bastard. Do you have any idea how scared I was? Why didn’t you just knock, or, I don’t know, call me on the phone?”

“You didn’t answer to either knocking or the phone.”

How? She was a light sleeper.

“Then do what normal people do, and go away. Come back in the morn—” She stopped talking as he removed his leather jacket and shirt. He stood before her with his chest naked, covered in tattoos, and looking sinfully hot. Any thought left her mind.

“What were you saying?” he asked.

His brow was raised, and she just wanted to hit him again.

“What?”

“You were telling me to come back in the morning.” Down went his jeans, and his cock sprang free. He was already hard, and raring to go. “In the morning, I can’t do this.” He grabbed her hands, tugging her against his body. His rock hard dick hit her stomach, and even through her ratty old nightshirt, she felt the hot length like a brand. “Well, I could do this in the morning, but then I’d have to leave, and I don’t want you to think I’m here to fuck and forget.”

“I don’t think anythi—”

She was stopped when his lips were back on hers, silencing her. He gripped the back of her hair, tugging her head back, and ravishing her lips. She gasped, opening up to him and moaning as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeply.

“Fuck, you’re so incredibly beautiful, and responsive. Is my pussy all wet for me?”

“It’s not your pussy.” She tried to protest, but he moved her old shirt out of the way, and she wasn’t wearing any underwear. He found her pussy, and stroked his fingers over her clit before moving down to slide inside her.

“You’re already wet for me. This pussy knows its master, and I’m going to show it how good it can be.” He removed his fingers, and she watched as he sucked them into his mouth, tasting her. It was hot, and she was going to make a note as that would go so well in her story. “What the fuck is this?” he asked, staring down at her shirt.

---