him rattle off a few more basic safety tips – all the usual things about going out in groups, never leaving anybody alone at night, etc.
I was ready to climb into my car, when he stuck out a hand and grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me close. It was so sudden lightning rolled through my body.
“Just between you and me, I'll make sure he keeps his distance. Don't have a clue what went down with this bastard in the past, but he shouldn't talk to you like that. You're not his slut, and you sure as shit ain't his old lady neither.” When he pulled his lips back from my ear, I saw anger brimming in his face, mixed with something else.
Oh, God. The look. I hadn't seen it since those unforgettable nights with Roman, when a big, tattooed badass pulled me into his arms, rocked me underneath him like a toy, fucked me until I was nothing but a steaming, sated mess.
Beam couldn't hide it. And I couldn't hide the fact that I saw everything. Saw it, and shuddered.
“Thank you,” I whispered, gently stumbling around with my hand on the car door handle. “I can handle Roman myself, Beam. But I appreciate you for keeping an eye out. Really, I do.”
Another understanding nod, and he turned. I started my car and drove toward the gates, while he motioned to the prospects standing guard to open up. Beam's eyes never left me once, locked onto my face as I pumped the pedal.
No lying – deep down inside, being admired by another brutal badass made me prickle, sweat, and flush. He brought back the memories I wanted to forget most, everything that big, rough, tattooed wave did to me two summers ago.
He was a walking, talking, dangerous temptation. Everything dirty and so fucking good I could have all over again, if only I wanted to roll the dice on inviting biker badass number two into my bed.
I drove on, gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. Jesus. Seeing Roman naked was one thing, but knowing yet another brother wanted my panties as trophy?
I wasn't sure I'd survive the autumn harvest. Something told me I'd soon be seeing a lot more of Beam once their patrols started, and I had to keep my distance. Even if the sexual tension surging in my blood wanted to chew me up and spit me out.
No sex was good enough to risk another kid without a father. And no man with that patch would ever be loving or responsible or worth it.
Deep down inside, they were all flawed. Maybe a few grew up, guys like Rabid, who had a hard-on for one girl so bad they let go of the whoring, the drinking, the senseless killing.
My visit proved they were rare, and also drove a stake through the heart of my expectations forever. I couldn't unsee the bitter truth.
Roman would never be father material, much less my boyfriend. We were too damaged, too hurt, too adrift in two very different worlds. And brothers like Beam were the same, except they'd never miss anything outside the bedroom.
I swore then and there to batten down the hatches and seal them tight. I'd survive.
Everything. I'd keep my son safe, keep the cartel away from our farm, and keep my head while the bastards with the bear patch roared into my life.
I knew I could do it, as long as I hung onto all my good senses. Even if I had to get a chastity belt and lock myself up tight.
IV: Bang, Crash, Boom (Roman)
I fucked Twinkie 'til she couldn't even walk over the next week. She was nothing but a hot warm hole for me, a stress ball with tits and ass and long blonde pigtails. Whenever she whined or asked me about the strange chick who'd given me shit, I stuffed her panties in her mouth, pinned her down, and railed her cunt 'til she forgot all about it.
But on the sixth or seventh day, I kicked her outta my damned bed and picked up the bottle.
Fucking couldn't cure everything, no matter how many times I busted my nuts. Truth was, Sally gave me one helluva kick in the balls without even raising her foot.
Shit, just seeing her again did that. But having her talk back to me, trying
I was ready to climb into my car, when he stuck out a hand and grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me close. It was so sudden lightning rolled through my body.
“Just between you and me, I'll make sure he keeps his distance. Don't have a clue what went down with this bastard in the past, but he shouldn't talk to you like that. You're not his slut, and you sure as shit ain't his old lady neither.” When he pulled his lips back from my ear, I saw anger brimming in his face, mixed with something else.
Oh, God. The look. I hadn't seen it since those unforgettable nights with Roman, when a big, tattooed badass pulled me into his arms, rocked me underneath him like a toy, fucked me until I was nothing but a steaming, sated mess.
Beam couldn't hide it. And I couldn't hide the fact that I saw everything. Saw it, and shuddered.
“Thank you,” I whispered, gently stumbling around with my hand on the car door handle. “I can handle Roman myself, Beam. But I appreciate you for keeping an eye out. Really, I do.”
Another understanding nod, and he turned. I started my car and drove toward the gates, while he motioned to the prospects standing guard to open up. Beam's eyes never left me once, locked onto my face as I pumped the pedal.
No lying – deep down inside, being admired by another brutal badass made me prickle, sweat, and flush. He brought back the memories I wanted to forget most, everything that big, rough, tattooed wave did to me two summers ago.
He was a walking, talking, dangerous temptation. Everything dirty and so fucking good I could have all over again, if only I wanted to roll the dice on inviting biker badass number two into my bed.
I drove on, gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. Jesus. Seeing Roman naked was one thing, but knowing yet another brother wanted my panties as trophy?
I wasn't sure I'd survive the autumn harvest. Something told me I'd soon be seeing a lot more of Beam once their patrols started, and I had to keep my distance. Even if the sexual tension surging in my blood wanted to chew me up and spit me out.
No sex was good enough to risk another kid without a father. And no man with that patch would ever be loving or responsible or worth it.
Deep down inside, they were all flawed. Maybe a few grew up, guys like Rabid, who had a hard-on for one girl so bad they let go of the whoring, the drinking, the senseless killing.
My visit proved they were rare, and also drove a stake through the heart of my expectations forever. I couldn't unsee the bitter truth.
Roman would never be father material, much less my boyfriend. We were too damaged, too hurt, too adrift in two very different worlds. And brothers like Beam were the same, except they'd never miss anything outside the bedroom.
I swore then and there to batten down the hatches and seal them tight. I'd survive.
Everything. I'd keep my son safe, keep the cartel away from our farm, and keep my head while the bastards with the bear patch roared into my life.
I knew I could do it, as long as I hung onto all my good senses. Even if I had to get a chastity belt and lock myself up tight.
IV: Bang, Crash, Boom (Roman)
I fucked Twinkie 'til she couldn't even walk over the next week. She was nothing but a hot warm hole for me, a stress ball with tits and ass and long blonde pigtails. Whenever she whined or asked me about the strange chick who'd given me shit, I stuffed her panties in her mouth, pinned her down, and railed her cunt 'til she forgot all about it.
But on the sixth or seventh day, I kicked her outta my damned bed and picked up the bottle.
Fucking couldn't cure everything, no matter how many times I busted my nuts. Truth was, Sally gave me one helluva kick in the balls without even raising her foot.
Shit, just seeing her again did that. But having her talk back to me, trying
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