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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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returned to him and placed her hands on his stomach seeking guidance.
It hit him solid in the chest that he'd trained her. She never pretended obedience, because she'd grown up in the role of wanting to please him. The only thing they lacked was sex, and she eagerly waited for him to tell her what to do.
"Boots," he said.
She kneeled on one knee and found his laces. He couldn't wait for her to undress all of him and undid his belt, his button, his zipper, and then removed the pistol from his back pocket while staring at the top of her head bowed below him.
Bree gazed up at him. He cupped his hand under her chin and guided her up until she stood in front of him. "Take the gun, carny-girl."
She stood and held out her hand. When she held the weapon safely, Battery dropped his jeans, lifted her up into his arms, and carried her into the bedroom. If he was smart. If he was any kind of man. If he could beat back the need to make her his. He would put her in her room, in her bed, and walk away.
But, he wasn't that kind of man.
Chapter Nine
C aught between excitement and fear, Bree sat Battery's pistol on the nightstand, crawled onto the bed and laid on her back and stared at Battery grabbing a condom off his dresser. She'd seen dicks before. There were times she'd walk into a room downstairs, and one of the members had things going on with one of the women who hung around the house. Other times, the club members would jump in the pond to cool off, and she'd secretly watch them.
But, she'd never seen Battery's dick. Though she'd imagined his cock many times when he lounged around in his boxers. She'd even got a hint of his hardness one time when she was teasing him on the couch during a movie. Several times, she spied him through a partially opened bathroom door and found herself laughing at his extremely white ass as he stood at the toilet. She'd even stared holes in his jeans trying to guess the length, width, and complete size of him.
But nothing, absolutely nothing, prepared her for the reality.
His cock, hard and thick, stood straight out from his body leading the way back to her. If she believed Battery looked intimidating fully dressed, he looked deadly when fully naked and aroused.
"Don't look if it scares you," he said, putting his knee on the bed and laying down beside her, his weight pressing against her.
"I'm not scared." She lifted her chin, unsuccessfully ignoring the hardness against her outer thigh and the way her voice raised abnormally high and yet her pussy pulsed separately from her heart beat.
He smoothed her hair away from her face and lifted her head toward him. She opened her mouth the way he told her earlier, and he kissed her. He robbed her mouth, stripping her of her breath until she fought his dominance back and joined in the kiss.
Every inch of her skin broke out in a quiver, first cold, then hot, and somewhere in between she passionately participated in the kiss, and she couldn't get enough. Not only her mouth wanted more, but her lower body hummed for attention, and she hooked her foot over Battery's leg holding his thigh hostage against her.
She needed closer and arched her back to push her breasts against his warmth. He was big, much bigger than her, but not enough of his body touched her.
Battery pulled out of the kiss, looked down between their bodies, and put his hand on her breast. She about jumped out of her skin. Her nipple hardened, peaked, and sent a jolt of pleasure clear through her to her pussy.
"Knew you'd like that." Battery scooted down and put his mouth where his hand was and licked around her nipple.
"Battery?" She patted the bed with her hand to get his attention.
He encompassed her nipple with his mouth, and like his kiss, he sucked, licked, and drew the hardened nub between his lips. Her hips came off the bed and made contact with his thigh, catapulting her pelvis straight up for more contact on a moan that rolled out of her. She had no control over
It hit him solid in the chest that he'd trained her. She never pretended obedience, because she'd grown up in the role of wanting to please him. The only thing they lacked was sex, and she eagerly waited for him to tell her what to do.
"Boots," he said.
She kneeled on one knee and found his laces. He couldn't wait for her to undress all of him and undid his belt, his button, his zipper, and then removed the pistol from his back pocket while staring at the top of her head bowed below him.
Bree gazed up at him. He cupped his hand under her chin and guided her up until she stood in front of him. "Take the gun, carny-girl."
She stood and held out her hand. When she held the weapon safely, Battery dropped his jeans, lifted her up into his arms, and carried her into the bedroom. If he was smart. If he was any kind of man. If he could beat back the need to make her his. He would put her in her room, in her bed, and walk away.
But, he wasn't that kind of man.
Chapter Nine
C aught between excitement and fear, Bree sat Battery's pistol on the nightstand, crawled onto the bed and laid on her back and stared at Battery grabbing a condom off his dresser. She'd seen dicks before. There were times she'd walk into a room downstairs, and one of the members had things going on with one of the women who hung around the house. Other times, the club members would jump in the pond to cool off, and she'd secretly watch them.
But, she'd never seen Battery's dick. Though she'd imagined his cock many times when he lounged around in his boxers. She'd even got a hint of his hardness one time when she was teasing him on the couch during a movie. Several times, she spied him through a partially opened bathroom door and found herself laughing at his extremely white ass as he stood at the toilet. She'd even stared holes in his jeans trying to guess the length, width, and complete size of him.
But nothing, absolutely nothing, prepared her for the reality.
His cock, hard and thick, stood straight out from his body leading the way back to her. If she believed Battery looked intimidating fully dressed, he looked deadly when fully naked and aroused.
"Don't look if it scares you," he said, putting his knee on the bed and laying down beside her, his weight pressing against her.
"I'm not scared." She lifted her chin, unsuccessfully ignoring the hardness against her outer thigh and the way her voice raised abnormally high and yet her pussy pulsed separately from her heart beat.
He smoothed her hair away from her face and lifted her head toward him. She opened her mouth the way he told her earlier, and he kissed her. He robbed her mouth, stripping her of her breath until she fought his dominance back and joined in the kiss.
Every inch of her skin broke out in a quiver, first cold, then hot, and somewhere in between she passionately participated in the kiss, and she couldn't get enough. Not only her mouth wanted more, but her lower body hummed for attention, and she hooked her foot over Battery's leg holding his thigh hostage against her.
She needed closer and arched her back to push her breasts against his warmth. He was big, much bigger than her, but not enough of his body touched her.
Battery pulled out of the kiss, looked down between their bodies, and put his hand on her breast. She about jumped out of her skin. Her nipple hardened, peaked, and sent a jolt of pleasure clear through her to her pussy.
"Knew you'd like that." Battery scooted down and put his mouth where his hand was and licked around her nipple.
"Battery?" She patted the bed with her hand to get his attention.
He encompassed her nipple with his mouth, and like his kiss, he sucked, licked, and drew the hardened nub between his lips. Her hips came off the bed and made contact with his thigh, catapulting her pelvis straight up for more contact on a moan that rolled out of her. She had no control over
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