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Did she get mad?
No, all she did was say thank you.
Thank you.
That was fucking it.
After we ate the hella good food I said rather loudly, “Appreciate all of you, but it's time for me to finally slide into the woman of my dreams so I need all of you out of here within the next two point five seconds.”
And like the good brothers they were, they were up and out of there. Bending down, I placed my shoulder in her belly and strode for the house, making sure I locked the French doors.
All the while she laughed her ass off. “Caiden, put me down.”
“That's a big negative, darlin’.”
Walking down the hall to our master bedroom, I clicked the door closed with my boot and then I sent her sailing on the bed, loving the sounds of her squeals of laughter. It was music that I never wanted to stop hearing.
Chapter 11
Gabby
I have no words for how the man standing in front of me made me feel.
Alive.
Confident.
Amazing.
Breathless.
All those things and more. I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that this gorgeous man wanted me.
He could have his pick of any woman. Yet, he chose me.
Getting on my knees to watch the show that was taking place in front of me, when he went to take his hat off, I stopped him. “Leave that on, please?”
He did nothing but smile at me and nod, leaving his hat on.
First, he toed off his boots and socks.
And I watched in avid fascination as his eyes never left my face while he stripped out of his kutte, then his long-sleeve button-down shirt, followed by his pants, and then there, standing in front of me in nothing but his boxers and that hat.
And oh my freaking God.
Whoever said bikers were nothing but greasy, old, and unkempt? Well, they have never laid eyes on Pipe.
I almost checked my jaw to make sure that I wasn’t drooling at the fine specimen of a man in front of me, who, because of my property kutte that I still had on, was mine, all freaking mine.
“You got too many clothes on, baby,” Pipe whispered and I winked at him.
“I was enjoying the show.” I told him as I started to lift my shirt over my head, but he shook his head.
“Been waiting to unwrap that body since I first laid eyes on you.” With that, he climbed up the bed and met me.
Placing a tender kiss on my lips, he placed his hands on my hips, just underneath the fabric, and feeling his roughened calloused hands on my skin, he asked, “May I?”
I nodded and when his fingers brushed the soft buttery material of my kutte. He pushed it off my arms and then whispered, “If you’re not too sore after our first time, I want to fuck you from behind in nothing but this.”
