Page 100 of Guarding Glenda

“How you feel about some wind therapy?”

A huge smile spread over my face. “Really?”

He grabbed the pocket of the hoodie I’d finally put on while I waited around and jerked me closer. “Only if you think you’re up for it. I can figure something else out if–”

“No! I wanna ride. But where’s your bike?”

“Butterbean and Dega went to get it a while ago.”

Glancing around the lot, I finally saw his bike. I’d never been on it, and I was looking for the truck, not his bike so I overlooked it. “Well, let’s go!”

I grabbed his hand and practically dragged him to the Harley. Someone must have grabbed my helmet, because it was there, hanging off the handlebar with the purple stripe gleaming. He pulled it off and placed it on my head, then clasped it.

He grinned down, heat in his eyes. “Sexy.”

“C’mon, c’mon,” I urged him.

He threw his leg over the seat, then reached his hand out for me. I climbed on behind him and he put his helmet on, then fired it up. The roar of the engine vibrated through me and my eyes closed. Just to be on the bike, knowing we were about to take off already had a sense of calm wrapping around me like a blanket.

He rolled us backwards enough so he could turn, then reached back and grabbed my hands. I tucked closer to him and clasped my hands together over his chest.

He pressed the throttle and we took off. I took a deep breath. The smell of asphalt, sand, and dirt was different on a bike than when you rolled a car window down. The cool air pressed against my arms, but my body was warm against him.

He reached down with one hand, squeezing my thigh. I wrapped my arms tighter around him, resting my helmet on his shoulder.

The ride wasn’t long to the house, but it was still amazing. When we pulled in, we were met with several members.

He had me wait while he spoke to them all briefly then grabbed my hand and led me upstairs. From what I overheard, they’d already swept the house, the yard, and let Bruce out back. And it wasn’t an easy task.

We made it upstairs, and Leigh pulled me against him, melting into me. “Goddamn, Glenda. I’m so glad you’re safe.”

“I’m fine. I’m right here.”

He squeezed me tighter. “If something happened to you…”

“Well, I wasn’t about to let something happen to you. Especially when I hadn’t told you I love you.”

He pulled back, still holding me. His dark eyes looked down at me questioningly. “Is that why you came?”

“Well, yeah.”

He crushed my lips with his. It was deep and frenzied. I tried to pull away when Bruce started scratching at the back door, but Leigh grabbed my thighs and picked me up before wrapping my legs around him.

I gripped his shoulders, giggling through the kisses as he hustled us both into the kitchen and opened the back door, then closed it once Bruce was inside.

After that, he bounded down the hall, not breaking our kiss until he dropped me onto the bed. I yanked my hoodie off as I worked the shoes from my feet. He pulled his cut off and hung it on the hook before he practically tore his clothes and boots off. He went for the drawer but I stopped him as I pushed my pants and panties down my legs. “No, don’t.”

“What?”

I leaned up, grabbing his hard cock that was bouncing in front of me. “I have an IUD. My tests were all good. Weren’t yours?”

A rumble came from his chest. “Fuck, yes.”

He pushed me back onto the bed, crawling over me. I opened my legs to make space for him. He kissed me hard again, his fingers running through my pussy. “Goddamn, you’re so wet. Are you sure?”

Reaching between us, I said, “I killed a woman for you. Stop talking and fuck me already.” I guided him to my opening and he pressed himself in.

He growled as he slid inside, slow and torturous. “Glenda.” His voice was low and wobbly.