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“Don’t we all,” Harm agreed.
“Come find me when you’re ready to get on the road tomorrow. I’ve got her all gassed up and ready to go. For now, just make yourselves at home.”
“Thanks, brother. We’re gonna get settled,” Harm said, then took me upstairs.
Unlocking the door, he stepped back and let me precede him inside, flipping the light as I walked in.
“Oh, this is nice,” I said, taking in the surprisingly clean room.
A queen-sized bed was in front of a window and there was a dresser and a chair against the wall, along with a private bathroom.
“Yeah,” Harm said. “You hungry?”
“I’m actually exhausted. I just want to take a shower and climb into bed,” I said.
“We can do that.”
“If you want to head downstairs while I take a shower, feel free.” I tugged on his cut. “But I still expect you to get back up here so we can ‘play.’”
He grinned, leaning down to kiss me. “I can do that.”
As he turned away, I smacked his butt, and he laughed, closing and locking the door behind him.
CHAPTER NINE
Bryn
I had just wrapped a towel around my body when I heard the key in the lock. I stepped back into the bathroom in case it wasn’t Harm, peeking outside the door until he walked in, his arms laden with food, and a bag of chips in his mouth.
“Oh, let me help,” I said, rushing over to him. I took the chips first, then whatever else he handed me.
“Thanks, baby. I found you a bottle of wine, so I grabbed it.”
“Bless you,” I breathed out as he set it on the dresser.
“There weren’t glasses, so…” He held up red solo cups.
I laughed. “Well, that’s the bonafide biker way to drink booze, right?”
“You’re learning our ways, young Padawan.” He pulled me close. “I’ll make a proper Jedi biker bitch outta you yet.”
“Crap, you’re a nerd? You never mentioned you were anerd.” I grinned. “Biker I can handle, nerd might be a deal breaker.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Oh,really?”
Before I’d registered what was happening, Harm had untied my towel and it was now pooled at my feet.
I cupped him over his jeans and grinned. “Is that a lightsaber in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”
“Help me Obi-Bryn-blow-me, you’re my only hope.”
“Do not move,” I ordered, sliding my hands under the waistband of his jeans. “I mean it, Harm.”
He raised his hands in a surrender motion and I unzipped him, tugging his jeans down his thighs. Kneeling in front of him,I freed his cock from his boxer briefs, pushing those down his legs as well, then running my tongue up the length of him.
I spit liberally in my hands, then took the tip of him in my mouth, wrapping my hands around his girth.
“Fuck,” he breathed out, his hands covering my head.
