Page 143 of Rags's Awakening
“Yeah.” He grasped her hands. “I’m gonna take a quick shower. Get the stench of Saber off me.”
“It’s funny. I never called him Saber.”
“I noticed that. How come?”
She shrugged. “He introduced himself as JT. I didn’t even know he was in an MC for months. Hell, I didn’t even know what an MC was. He didn’t want me in that world very often. I thought it was to protect me, but now I know he just didn’t want anyone knowing he had a wife.” She shook her head. “I was so damn naïve.”
“Like you said, he’s a jerk. As long as I’ve known him, he’s been a nomad. He used to be a member of the Gypsy Jokers’ chapter out of Boise.”
“He was, but he went nomad about a year after we got married.”
“Did you ride with him?”
“For over a year. I tried to make it work, but it wasn’t for me. Looking back, I know he was cheating the whole time.” She shook if off. “That’s all in the past.” She smiled. “Now I’ve got a sexy”—she pressed a warm kiss to his cheek—“handsome”—her lips grazed his other side—“and damn good biker I respect and care about.” She kissed him fully.
“Damn, babe,” he muttered, pulling her close. “You’re one fine woman.” He ran his hands down her back, resting them on her ass. “Let me wash up, okay?” He nipped her bottom lip lightly with his teeth.
“Okay. I want to get out of these clothes and shoes. My feet are killing me.”
“I’ll help you get out of them.” He winked.
She laughed and swatted his arm. “Upstairs.”
Casey sat on the bed, scrolling through her phone. She smiled at the muffled drumming of the shower, and a warm, cozy feeling settled over her. The wind whispered through the cracks in the frame, and she tugged the afghan blanket across her legs. The corner lamp cast a soft glow, turning the room into a warm, safe sanctuary from the cold night. When the water shut off, Casey set her phone on the nightstand and fluffed her hair with her fingers.
“That felt good,” Rags said as he stepped out of the bathroom, a peach-colored towel wrapped low around his waist.
She looked up at him. With his freshly scrubbed face and brown hair falling to his shoulders, he was all hard lines, heat and trouble, and she couldn’t get enough of him. “Come here,” she said, pushing aside the blanket.
A grin spread across his face as he crossed the room and sat on the mattress, taking her hands in his. His hair was still damp, the clean scent of soap wrapping around her. She leaned in and brushed her lips over his.
“You smell good.” She touched her tongue to his lower lip. “And taste good, too.”
He chuckled low in his throat, one arm sliding around her shoulders. “You like it?”
“Oh yeah.” She rubbed against his bare chest. “I like it a lot.”
Rags groaned as she wrapped her arms around his neck and molded her body to his. “What are you wearing under this?” he murmured, his hand sweeping over her V-neck boyfriend night shirt.
“Nothing.”
“Just the way I like you,” he murmured.
Her gaze skimmed over his arms, chest, the wicked tattoos, then down to the towel riding low on his waist. He watched her with those hazel eyes she’d fallen for the moment she’d seen him at the nursery. She smiled at the memory: how cocky he’d been, how snippy she’d been right back. And now… she couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.
“Come here,” he growled, jerking her to him.
She pressed into him, her bosom flattening against his chest as his hand slipped beneath her night shirt, brushing her nipple. A moan slipped free as she shifted, giving him better access.
“Why can’t I ever get enough of you, darlin’?” he murmured, pinching, teasing.
Desire streaked through her, settling low and hot. He cupped the back of her neck and kissed her deep, their tongues sliding, tasting. She scraped her nails lightly over his shoulders.
Tugging at the towel around his waist, she leaned in close. “Take it off,” she whispered.
He chuckled, then shifted and let it drop, his gaze never leaving her face. He pushed her back onto the pillow the pillow, lifting her nightshirt. “Beautiful,” he murmured before taking her nipple into his mouth.
Casey gasped as his teeth grazed her breast, his fingers working the other one. The heat of his stiffening dick against her leg sent another rush of need through her, and she shifted, urging him closer.
