Page 44 of My Three S**y Bikers

I loved the idea of our new setup. It would be better, not only for me, but for all of us.

“There are so many reasons why this should work,” I said, looking at them both as confusion clouded their expressions.

“Lucky has the garage and club to manage, and we all contributed to the circuit. Scar, you need time to heal. I don’t mean to sound harsh, but there are certain matters you have to confront. This arrangement could enable us to work together, support each other, and still maintain our personal space,” I continued to explain, but once again I was met with blank faces.

Mel nodded, as if she finally grasped the concept. “I've been considering going back to college, even if it’s just community college,” she said, licking her lips and helping herself to another pancake.

I adored the way she nibbled her lips, as if she was warming up to my perspective. She had her own aspirations and dreams to pursue, and being a mother shouldn't require sacrificing them all. This arrangement was a win-win situation for all of us. I was confident about that.

24

MELINDA

The next couple of days, after our talk in the diner, we were all a lot more relaxed around each other. I was anyway. I didn’t feel as if I were keeping a secret, and I could express exactly how I felt without being judged.

I’d left Dwayne with Drake in their room. Drake had said he wanted to spend some time with Dwayne alone to get to know his son. Once, I shut the door, I didn’t expect to see Playboy waiting outside my room.

“Playboy?” I smiled at him. He had lust written all over his face. I used the key to open my door, and he said exactly what was on his mind.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked quietly, as if he were shy and not the confident man that I knew him to be.

I thought you’d never ask!

“Yes…”

He pulled me closer to him instantly, eagerly, and tilted my face up to his as we stepped inside, and he closed the door behind us. Our lips brushed together, softly at first. Once, twice, then he pressed his lips to mine harder, with more passion.

His tongue grazed against my bottom lip. I opened my mouth, eager to take this further. I followed his lead and twirled my tongue around his, sucked at it the way he sucked at mine, until our bodies strained toward each other.

“Is this what you want?”

I chuckled, thinking I had really done a number on him. Playboy was called that because of his reputation, but now he was acting like a born again virgin.

Don’t stop!

I didn’t answer but pulled him in closer. His lips came back down to mine, while his hand came up to hold my face to steady it for his kiss. I placed my hands on both sides of his face.

My hardened nipples pressed into his shirt. Then, his hands wrapped around my waist to pull me tight against his hard cock.

And he was so damn hard. He held me against the door and held me firmly between his thighs.

I eagerly pressed my lower abdomen into him, ready to explore even more. His hands moved up to dig into my hair, but I moved mine down to his face, to touch him there while he kissed me thoroughly.

His hands tangled in my hair, and he pulled back to look down at me with his dark eyes.

He leaned his head back, so I could bite at his neck more, something I’d just learned I liked to do. I nibbled at his skin, tasting his cologne and his own unique flavor before I sucked at each spot I bit with gentle suction. I didn’t want to leave marks, just hear him make those guttural sounds that escaped him each time I did it.

“I wanted to take it slowly…” he growled as he backed away from me.

“Take me how you like,” I purred as I started to strip. I smiled, and he met my eyes as we both started to take off our clothes. I moved toward the bed, and I didn’t care about my nakedness even though the curtains weren’t drawn.

“Beautiful,” he snarled as he walked around me, admiring me as if I was a treasure. I lost myself again in his kiss, and it wasn’t long before we fell onto the bed together. I desired him with a hunger I never knew I possessed. I craved to feel his skin against mine. I needed to taste the silky-smooth expanse of his chest, his abdomen, and all the way down if he’d let me. What I wanted was to touch him, explore him, as quickly as I could, before he changed his mind and told me to stop.

His fingers grabbed at every part of my flesh. He hummed happily as my hand wandered lower before it came back up. I touched his bottom lip, ran my finger over the length, before I replaced my finger with my mouth. I gathered his taste on my tongue, tasted his scent and found him delicious. I moved lower, down his neck, to his collarbones, where his scent seemed to have pooled. I moved down his body, tasting him, feeling his skin against mine as my nipples slid down his body. My breasts felt huge smashed into his chest, and I grinned.

I took his silky flesh in my hand and slid my hand along him, feeling powerful and filled with pleasure as he groaned. Eager for more of those groans, I moved my mouth to his thick length to flick my tongue out to taste him.

He moved underneath me, slow and certain of how he wanted it, taking some of my control, but I enjoyed it.

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