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Authors: Debra Kayn
Tags: Crime, Montana, romantic suspense, Motorcycle Club romance, outlaw motorcycle club, Older man younger woman, organized crime, biker series, May December romance, action and adventure, Russians, mob, carnival, biker gang, erotic bikers
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his balls ached in pleasure at the sultry way she drew out the word. Her soft hair skimmed the back of his hands, and he had to force himself not to haul her over his shoulder.
Grabbing her earlobe with his teeth, he growled. "Get your ass upstairs, carny-girl, and prove it."
Her body sagged. He let her go, and she instantly slipped her hand in his and led the way out of the room to the door leading upstairs. Even on his order, she never made a move without first making sure he would follow by taking him by the hand. A rebellious streak a mile wide and loyalty that never ended always pleased him.
Others jumped when he talked. Bree practically sighed in pleasure.
With the door shut behind him, the air quieted from the constant music and rowdiness downstairs. He ogled Bree's ass swaying side to side. His dick uncomfortably restrained in his jeans.
At the entrance to the living room, Bree turned, seeking what she should do next. He gave her no choice and hooked the back of her neck and captured her mouth.
Tight-lipped, Bree held on to his arms. He pulled back. If she had any experience kissing, the boys who'd done the deed had no idea how to teach a woman to please a man.
"Loosen up." He used the pad of his thumb to pull down her lower lip and opened her.
She licked him. The curious action came with no premeditated plan of seduction, and she gave him pure Bree. Curious. Bold. Hot.
Wanting to own the essence of who she was and who she belonged to, he replaced his thumb with his mouth and took her like a dying man with one last thing to say before he scared her and put tonight's idea to rest.
Her knees gave up on supporting her. He pressed his hand onto her lower back, holding her up and against him. Then, he dipped his tongue in the warmest, sweetest mouth he'd ever tasted. She sucked greedily, mixing her tongue with his, stroke for stroke and fucking fucked his mouth. His cock pounded inside his jeans to get to her. To have her do the same thing with her legs wrapped behind him would finally take the edge off of the heartache he'd lived with for years.
Hell, it wasn't an edge he stood on, but a big fucking cliff and one step off, he'd fly.
She squirmed against him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He walked her backward, plastered her against the wall with his body, and used his hands to untie the string behind her neck to remove her bikini top.
He pulled his mouth away and peered into her half opened eyes. He needed to slow down. "Know you haven't had sex since you've been with me. Wouldn't let that happen. Kept you for myself."
"I've never..." Her reddened, swollen lips opened again to inhale an unsteady breath. "I've always belonged to you."
She had no choice in her loyalty. He made it impossible for her to think about anyone else. He tried to let her go and gave her the opportunity to experience what other teenagers got to do, but she wasn't like others. She had a world of practice at surviving, and she'd done a damn good job. Then he made her life hell.
He was tired of waiting. Waiting was impossible with her throwing herself at him. He wasn't supposed to want someone her age.
People in the area talked. The club members speculated. He couldn't give a rat's ass what others thought about him and his situation, but he had to protect Bree. They had no idea or understanding of his connection to her.
Her needs. His needs. They fed off each other, no matter the mood.
He gazed down at her breasts, naked for his eyes only. Her ragged breathing brought them forward until her tits brushed him. He let her go, ripped off his vest, tossing it in the direction of the sofa, and grabbed the collar of his T-shirt behind his neck and pulled the shirt off. He needed her breasts on his skin.
Bree's mouth closed and she stepped away from him. Continuing to look at him, she hooked her thumbs inside the waist of her loose cutoff shorts and shimmied out of the rest of her clothes. Bare naked without a stitch of clothing, she
Grabbing her earlobe with his teeth, he growled. "Get your ass upstairs, carny-girl, and prove it."
Her body sagged. He let her go, and she instantly slipped her hand in his and led the way out of the room to the door leading upstairs. Even on his order, she never made a move without first making sure he would follow by taking him by the hand. A rebellious streak a mile wide and loyalty that never ended always pleased him.
Others jumped when he talked. Bree practically sighed in pleasure.
With the door shut behind him, the air quieted from the constant music and rowdiness downstairs. He ogled Bree's ass swaying side to side. His dick uncomfortably restrained in his jeans.
At the entrance to the living room, Bree turned, seeking what she should do next. He gave her no choice and hooked the back of her neck and captured her mouth.
Tight-lipped, Bree held on to his arms. He pulled back. If she had any experience kissing, the boys who'd done the deed had no idea how to teach a woman to please a man.
"Loosen up." He used the pad of his thumb to pull down her lower lip and opened her.
She licked him. The curious action came with no premeditated plan of seduction, and she gave him pure Bree. Curious. Bold. Hot.
Wanting to own the essence of who she was and who she belonged to, he replaced his thumb with his mouth and took her like a dying man with one last thing to say before he scared her and put tonight's idea to rest.
Her knees gave up on supporting her. He pressed his hand onto her lower back, holding her up and against him. Then, he dipped his tongue in the warmest, sweetest mouth he'd ever tasted. She sucked greedily, mixing her tongue with his, stroke for stroke and fucking fucked his mouth. His cock pounded inside his jeans to get to her. To have her do the same thing with her legs wrapped behind him would finally take the edge off of the heartache he'd lived with for years.
Hell, it wasn't an edge he stood on, but a big fucking cliff and one step off, he'd fly.
She squirmed against him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He walked her backward, plastered her against the wall with his body, and used his hands to untie the string behind her neck to remove her bikini top.
He pulled his mouth away and peered into her half opened eyes. He needed to slow down. "Know you haven't had sex since you've been with me. Wouldn't let that happen. Kept you for myself."
"I've never..." Her reddened, swollen lips opened again to inhale an unsteady breath. "I've always belonged to you."
She had no choice in her loyalty. He made it impossible for her to think about anyone else. He tried to let her go and gave her the opportunity to experience what other teenagers got to do, but she wasn't like others. She had a world of practice at surviving, and she'd done a damn good job. Then he made her life hell.
He was tired of waiting. Waiting was impossible with her throwing herself at him. He wasn't supposed to want someone her age.
People in the area talked. The club members speculated. He couldn't give a rat's ass what others thought about him and his situation, but he had to protect Bree. They had no idea or understanding of his connection to her.
Her needs. His needs. They fed off each other, no matter the mood.
He gazed down at her breasts, naked for his eyes only. Her ragged breathing brought them forward until her tits brushed him. He let her go, ripped off his vest, tossing it in the direction of the sofa, and grabbed the collar of his T-shirt behind his neck and pulled the shirt off. He needed her breasts on his skin.
Bree's mouth closed and she stepped away from him. Continuing to look at him, she hooked her thumbs inside the waist of her loose cutoff shorts and shimmied out of the rest of her clothes. Bare naked without a stitch of clothing, she
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