Page 34 of Single Mom's Biker Brigade
Fuck this woman.
I’d never experienced anything like the growing ache in my chest every time I thought about never doing this again, never hearing her say my name or groan in that raspy voice.
I palmed her ass and hips and slammed into her.
Her head lolled to one side, her eyes locking on mine. “That feels good. Do it again.”
I did.
Again.
And again.
I pounded into her until the sound of skin on skin, pants, and groans filled my ears.
Nothing else mattered except watching her come apart at the seams.
I’d never given much thought to that before, even thought I took great pride in pleasing my partners, but seeing Callie gave me a sense of satisfaction.
“Come with me, Diesel.” She paired the order with a quick pulse of her hips. “I’m right there. I just need to feel you. There.” I bottomed out inside her, relishing the hiss of pleasure when she sang my name. “Yes. Right there. Come on. Come with me.”
My lips parted, a declaration on my lips. I palmed the back of her head and tucked her body against mine, pinning her between my chest and the wall.
My hips bucked, my cock throbbing tighter than ever.
“Now. Right fucking now.” She slammed her hips down, her body going rigid.
Her pussy spasmed and locked around my cock, and I had no choice but to follow her over with a groan that ripped out of my soul.
We clung to each other, our breaths crashing in heaving gasps and skin slick with sweat.
What if we had to ask her to choose?
No.
This wasn’t that kind of thing.
We had sex.
Nothing more.
I swept her hair off her neck and kissed the mark I’d made on her shoulder.
She unhooked her legs, and I lowered her to the floor.
My hands lingered, and so did my eyes.
I’d never seen her naked in the light of day and even though our night together showed me more than her body, the view in front of me stole my heart.
She didn’t apologize or give any of that coy fake casual bullshit.
She piled her hair into a messy knot and sized me up with a look. “What happens now? What does any of this mean? I like having sex with you, with all of you. But we can’t do that because the club has rules?”
I withdrew my cock from her and tucked it into my pants, zipping and buttoning them while contemplating the answer. “It’s not a simple question, Callie. I know it sounds like I should be able to say yes or no, but…” I shrugged. This was more than desire. It was about what the club would and would not tolerate from us. I couldn’t answer what Hawk would be willing to sacrifice for her, or whether Colt would ever be stable enough to stick around. “If we don’t follow the rules, then how can we ask anyone else to?”
“I get that.” She yanked her clothes up from the floor and shoved her feet into her jeans, sliding them over her hips with a rasping laugh. “I guess I just thought that it might be different.” Her gaze shuttered, her face going blank.
It was the equivalent of a light going off, the illumination fleeing her face and vanishing like it had never been there at all.
