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He sighs. “Don’t look at me like that, darlin’.”
I push back from him and he immediately releases his hold on me, so I can step out of his orbit.
I raise my hand still clutching my phone and type. The silence that spans while I write my message is unbearable.
“Do you think it was a mistake?” I ask.
I hold my breath, not wanting the answer, but needing to know.
He shakes his head. “Fuck no. But we both know this, what we’re doing, raises difficulties. Your club, mine. The age gap…”
I don’t let him finish. I take the reins this time and stretch up to take his mouth, letting him know none of those things matter. For a moment, he lets me lead, lets me take control. Then, he gets impatient and takes over. He’s forceful, needy and I love it. His hands skim up my sides to rest on my hips and I find myself leaning into his body, needing to be close.
Our tongues duel with each other and our fingers brush over places they shouldn’t. I let out a pant when he thumbs over my nipple, wishing my sports bra and top were not in the way. Then he moves his hand lower and he cups my pussy through my running shorts. I draw a quick inhalation of breath. He meets my gaze and I see the question there. Is this okay?
I nod vigorously, letting him know I’m on-board with this and he rubs me harder through the thin material. My knickers are soaked and I feel the wetness building down there as he hits that sweet spot over and over. I’m panting heavily now as I grip his shoulders like he’s life-saving driftwood. He might well be the only thing keeping me anchored and upright.
I can feel my orgasm building, even though he hasn’t touched my skin yet. I had no idea this could be so erotic, but I was already turned on following our kiss. Now, I’m close to exploding.
When his thumb presses over my sex in just the right way, I come hard. My legs tremble and my head spins as the sensation of my orgasm hurtles through my body like a speeding train. He doesn’t stop his movement, continuing to rub circles over my sensitive spot until I can’t stand the sensations. They’re too much.
I grip his shoulders as I pant heavily, trying to regain my equilibrium.
Finally, he pulls his fingers away and gives me a reprieve. I want his fingers back, even though my pussy is pulsating.
“Okay?” he asks the question again.
I nod, unable to do anything else. I’ve never been brought to orgasm like that before, through my clothes. It was incredible. I want to kiss him, to thank him, but my brain is fried.
“Okay,” he mutters, then scrubs a hand down his face. There isn’t regret there, but maybe a hint of remorse. “Your brothers might just string me up by my balls for touching you,” he says, his fingers trailing over my cheek.
I type into my phone, “Regret it?”
He snorts. “Not even a little. I respect them, though.”
This makes me feel warm. I love that he feels this way about my brothers.
I reach for his shorts, intending to repay my epic orgasm by giving him a good time too, but he stops me. When I look at him with confusion he says, “I didn’t do it for anything in return, darlin’.”
I want to ask him what this all means, whether it means anything, but I’ve been around bikers my entire life. The moment they feel fenced in, they bolt. I don’t want this man to bolt, so I don’t ask.
He dips his head to mine. “I need to learn more fucking sign language, so we can talk properly.”
I smile at him. Knowing he wants to do this makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. I pull my phone out and type, “I can teach you.”
He kisses my cheek.
“I can think of other things I’d like you to teach me.”
Need pulsates between my legs, but I need to get hold of myself. As much as we want this, can we have it?
Slade’s words reverberate in my head, telling me this needs to stop, that we need to stop. It douses my excitement.
“Dane, what are we doing here?”
“I don’t know, but I do know it feels right.”
I nod, because I don’t know what else to say—mostly because I agree with him.
“I should stay away from you, Kenz, but I can’t. We’ll both pay for my weakness sooner or later.”
He kisses the corner of my mouth softly, then walks over to the weights bench. I want to stand there and appreciate his workout, but instead, I make my escape and head into the changing room to change my ruined underwear.
