Page 117 of Truck Stop Titan

“I’ll wear it around my neck, so it won’t get dirty when we’re working on your bike.”

Her smile hit the megawatt mark. My guts? Hell. No describing what happened to my insides. All I know? I was a new man. Resurrected.

And God damn, if she wanted me to be her daddy, I would reinvent the word.

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Wasn’t shocked to find Moriah in the tub instead of the bed. She liked her bubbles. I liked her naked. So, bed or bath, all the same to me. I clicked the lock, shucked my gear, and made a mess sliding behind her into the perfumed suds.

Whatever scent filled the room reminded me of cookies fresh from the oven, making my empty gut rumble.

“Was that your stomach?” She laughed, settling her back against my front, her ass on my thighs, feet bracing my knees, her knotted hair hitting me from every angle.

Shifting, I tilted her head, then tasted that spot behind her ear that always made her shiver. “I’m starved. Rushed home. Didn’t stop to eat.”

“There’s roasted chicken in the fridge.” Pliant, she offered more of her neck. “Mim made a plate for you.”

“Mmm. Sounds good.” I sucked her earlobe between my lips, nibbled, then got busy feeling her up, sliding a hand over her slippery chest, handling one glorious tit before giving its rosy bud some attention. “Need you first.”

Arching into my ministrations, she snapped a hand around my neck and moaned, rubbing that slippery ass against my steel hard cock, a delicious tease, an invitation. Desire became desperation, and I pressed a hand between her shoulder blades, urging her to bend forward. When she complied, I lifted those hips, positioned my dick, then slammed her down, that tight, slick core devouring every inch of my flesh.

I growled a slew of profanities before pulling my shit together and stifling my urge to flip her over the side of the tub and fuck her into oblivion.

Moriah stilled, her body vibrating, acclimating to the sudden fullness. In those quiet, suspended seconds, anticipation a slithering entity, she filled me, too, with need, want, hope, peace. Certainty. Moriah was the poison in my veins, my sweet addiction, a turbulent storm. She was the antidote, my sobriety, a cool, calm breeze.

And damn, she was killing me.

“Fuck me, gorgeous.” Digging my nails into her soft flesh, I trembled, my hunger rampant and teetering on the edge of dangerous. “This is gonna be quick. Ride my cock. Make me come, baby.”

My lady took over, her trembling fingers curling around my shins, her body rising and falling, rocking and grinding, thrashing in my lap, a water churning frenzy that lasted torturous seconds before I blew my load inside her silky grip, coming like a fucking teenager, fast, fierce, and self-serving.

Soon as blood flow returned to my brain, I flipped that sexy siren around, claimed her mouth, then worked her clit like my life depended on hearing her moan in pleasure. Mouths fused, she fucked my hand, body arching and bowing, chasing her release. With heavy breaths, and more splashing, that woman came undone, her teeth sinking into my shoulder, body vibrating, and fuuuck I could’ve played her like that for hours.

Collapsing against me, she whispered, “Missed you.”

“Ditto.” I leaned my head back to get a good look at that sleepy, sated face. Pink cheeks, fresh kissed lips. The woman was mine. No doubt. But damn, I still had a hard time believing my luck. Which reminded me…

I couldn’t help the smile.

“What?” Moriah tugged on my beard.

“Had a meeting with the club.”

Worried eyes met mine.

“Prez wants me back. Said the club needs me now that Hammer’s gone.”

I stopped her protest, pinching her lips closed, making her laugh. “I told him no, of course. He tried to tell me I didn’t have a choice.”

Like I’d stuck her with a pin, she deflated, making to move away. No fucking way would I let her off my lap. One hand at her neck, the other her lower back, I held her still, holding her gaze.

“Thing is…Moretti hands him the thumb drives we found with Mim’s treasure box.”

“Thumb drives?”

I nod. “Hammer had been busy stealing from the club. Also collecting evidence, most likely to cover his ass if he ever got caught.”

Moriah tensed. She didn’t speak a word, but I could hear the questions tumbling around that brain of hers.

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