Page 27 of Bride for the Bikers

He pops the hooks on my bra with practiced fingers, and pulls me into a chair with him, leaving me topless in his lap. His big, warm hands cover my breasts, capturing one in each and trapping my nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. My heart jumps up in my throat. I try not to moan, but a little peep comes out.

He raises an eyebrow as he pins me with his deep hazel orbs, but lets it pass. For now.

Okay, maybe this won’t be quite as easy as I thought, but the threat of what he might do if I can’t stay quiet is almost as exciting as being ordered to try in the first place.

Things moved fast and hard with Lightning and Thunder, but Shadow takes his time. He caresses my sensitive skin, exploring me with a curiosity that borders on obsession. Every time hetugs on a nipple, my core clenches in anticipation. “These are fucking treasures,” he whispers, then kisses me on the side of my neck, his stubble scraping against my skin as his teeth nip. A little zing of pain arcs from my neck, and I let out a brief hiss to keep from yelping out loud.

That’s cheating. I'm not going to be able to stay quiet if he keeps doing stuff like that.

“Stand up and turn around.” He eases me out of his lap, and I let him, reluctantly. I felt safe there, but when he tugs me back to stand between his legs with my breasts right in his face, I forget about being annoyed. He sucks a nipple into his mouth as he unbuttons my jeans. A slick tongue circles my hard bud while Shadow works both my pants and panties down at the same time. I wiggle my hips to help him, and they pool around my ankles. I toe off my shoes and step out of them.

I've never felt so exposed.

I'm completely naked in a room with four men. Three of them are sleeping, but they could wake up at any time and watch. The only thing blocking their view of me is Shadow, and he's sitting down. And we’re still not safe. If anyone was going to find us here, they'd probably have done so by now, but still. It's terrifying, and yet I'm soaking wet, the evidence cooling on the insides of my thighs.

“Fuck, you're beautiful,” he whispers. “Maybe we should take a little time before sending you home. Or what if we keep you for ourselves? How do you feel about that, Harper? Just you and four big, mean bikers who will force you to do all sorts of depraved things.”

I don't trust myself to answer, because it sounds too much like a dirty fantasy. At this rate, I don’t think they’d have to force me at all.

His fingers find their way between my legs, and I spread my thighs to let him in. I've never been touched standing up like this, but it feels hot. I'm here for him to use, and he does it so well.

“Fuck, you're soaked, you dirty little girl,” he groans low in his throat.

I shiver, pressing myself against his touch, wanting more. I bite my lip so I don't moan out loud. I promised to be quiet, but I'm not sure how much longer I can keep it up. As his skilled fingers find my clit, I have to grab his shoulders for support and breathe harshly through my nose as I try not to cry out. It's not easy when he's busy coaxing an orgasm out of me. My knees wobble as I dig my fingernails into his arms right through his T-shirt. He is soooo good at this.

Just as I think I can't take anymore and I’m about to give up and moan, he puts his hands around my waist and switches us around. He pushes me into the chair and drops to his knees in front of me, pressing my legs up and out so he can hook them over his shoulders with my soaking pussy right in front of his face.

“Shhhhhh,” he hushes, then buries his tongue between my folds.

And he wants me to keep quiet?

I have to jam my fist into my mouth and bite down, otherwise I'm going to scream. His tongue parts me, then plays around my clit before it dives deep, only to come back out and do it all over. For a while I swear he's spelling out letters with it, driving mewild, then he settles into a swirling pattern around and over my throbbing flesh as he eases a thick finger into me.

My body tightens around the intrusion, resisting even as it pulls him deeper. I’m panting so fast and loud, that if he didn’t have my thighs clamped to his ears he’d know I was breaking my promise. I can't help it! I should get a prize for not screaming.

Nerves wound tight as a spring, my orgasm hits with enough force to make the chair rock as my back arches and I push against Shadow’s tight hold. Tears sting the corners of my eyes and I moan quietly at the sensation of his finger twisting while I pulse around him. He can punish me all he wants if he's going to make me feel like this each time.

When I collapse back into the chair with a soft sigh and open my eyes, I find him looking up at me with lust in his gaze and my juices glistening in his short beard.

Oh my God.

He strips like he does everything else, with precision and utter control. His jacket is draped over the back of a chair, and then I watch as he pulls up his shirt, revealing a chest that should be immortalized in marble.

Seeing him undress is like watching a piece of erotic art being unveiled. Each new bit of bare skin takes my breath away. And from the smug look on his face, he knows I’m enjoying the view.

In the end, Shadow slides one hand into his underwear, covering up the massive bulge, and uses the other to slowly pull them down. He straightens back up and shifts his grip to reveal a long, thick shaft topped with a fat, glistening crown.

Is this a biker thing? Are they all hung like horses? I know I’ve more than doubled my experience with male bodies in the past couple days so I’m probably not the best judge, but I’m pretty sure these guys have porn star dimensions.

But nothing about him is just for show. His body is real, and it tells a story of a man who’s been through a lot in his time on earth. Scars and tattoos crisscross his skin, and he’s lean and muscled not to show off, but just because it’s who he is, what his life has made him.

Shadow holds out his hand and pulls me to my feet. “Rule number three,” he growls and points to the bundle on the floor. “On your knees.”

The command gives me chills—the good kind.

Without hesitating, I kneel in front of him. Staring me in my face is his steel hard cock. There's already a glistening drop of precum on the tip, daring me to lick it right off him. I missed the opportunity to try it with the twins, but now?

“Kiss it,” he orders in a rough whisper.

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