Page 35 of Bowser (Dragon Riders MC 2)
Bang! Bang! Bang! “Damn it, Hope! Open this fucking door!”
I slowly turned around and saw the second hotel room key sitting on the table by the door. Why the fuck did Bowser not take his key?
Oh. Right. Because he had plans to stay with Big Tits McGee instead of me.
“Hope! Open this fucking door!”
“No!” I yelled.
He banged on the door again. “I’ll take it off its hinges if you don’t open it right now.”
“Good luck keeping me safe without a door to lock me behind.”
He sighed. “If you’d just open this door, there’s an explanation for what you saw.”
“So, you’re telling me there was something to see, then.”
Bang! “Open this fucking door. Right now.”
“Or what?”
He paused. “Or I’ll put one of the other guys on your protective detail. Because I can’t keep doing this song and dance with you.”
I stormed over to the door and unlocked it, then ripped it open to expose him.
“You think I’m doing a song and dance with you? Seriously?” I asked.
He pushed past me. “We need to talk.”
I closed the door. “Damn right, we need to talk. What the ever-loving fuck was that? Who the hell is that woman? And why the fuck are you preferring some nameless bitch with big-ass tits when you’ve got a perfect good—though broken—woman right here, who wants you more than anything else in this fucking world?”
When he didn’t answer, I turned around. And when our eyes locked, electricity shot down my spine. His gaze hardened. His eyes narrowed. His lips downturned into a frown as he took a step toward me. I met his movements, step for step. Except, I kept backing up instead of progressing toward him.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked.
He didn’t answer me, though. Instead, he kept coming toward me. So, I kept backing up.
Until my back was against the closed door.
“What did you say?” he glowered.
I held my head high. “I’d like to know what you don’t see in my so I can eventually change it. Because the next time I come across a guy I like, I’d like to be able to get him to like me back.”
His hands pressed against the door on either side of my head. My knees trembling with weakness as one of his hands slid down the door. I heard the click of the lock being flipped, locking us both inside the room.
Then, Bowser’s face inched closer to my own.
“You think I was in that bar to fuck some nameless woman?”
His voice was low. Gravelly. Like tires of a truck rolling up a driveway. My eyes fluttered closed as his breath pulsed against my lips. And the only thing I could think about was the heat of his body beating against my own.
“Answer me,” he commanded.
I nodded quickly. “Yes. Considering you guys were the only men in there, I figured all of you had gone in to find a woman to blow off steam with for the night.”
“After how lonely we both were last night, you think I’d leave your side for some bitch I don’t give a shit about?”
My eyes flew open. “You were—you were what?”
His gaze fell down my body. “You really are thick-headed sometimes, Hope.”
I went to go ask him what he meant. But the second my lips parted, his crashed against my own. I groaned as my knees gave out, my body plummeting to the floor. I didn’t hit it, though. I should’ve known I wouldn’t. Not with Bowser around to catch me.
Not with him around to pull me against his blossoming body.
“God damn it,” he growled.
I slid my arms around him neck. “Mmm, Bowser.”
And when his clothed cock throbbed against my body, I knew I had him.
Hook, line, and sinker.
His tongue invaded my body. He raked it along the roof of my mouth as his hands traveled my body. I slipped effortlessly out of my heels as his hands gripped my dress. And when he ripped it down my body, freeing my naked tits, his hands immediately gripped hold. He tweaked my nipples, causing them to harden more. I clung to him as he pulled me away from the door, backing me up toward the bed. We fell to the mattress together as our limbs intertwined. I spread my legs for him as his jeans slid up and down my bare skin. I moaned for him as his lips kissed along my cheeks. Down my neck. Along my shoulder.
“Fuck, yes,” I breathed.
And when his lips wrapped around my puckered peak, my back arched.
“Oh, my God, yes,” I moaned.
He growled as his hands pressed against my thighs. Parting my legs more as he folded my knees up to my chest. He pinned me to the mattress. My eyes rolled back while his tongue tickled my tits. And when he came up for air, I felt him staring at me.
