Page 10 of Framed for Life
The menacing biker is all I can see and feel—all that weight shifting around on me, his gigantic erection pressing hard into my stomach.
When I think it can’t get any more consuming, he snarls against my neck and the heat of his lips fuses to my skin.
“Meeeep!” I make a sound involuntarily.
As if he’s hit some kind of magic button, my knees latch to his sides. The heels of my cowgirl boots digging into anything they can.
It might be his butt. Or his thighs. I’m not sure.
“Yes!” Anna quiet-shouts as if she knows this is a dangerous spectacle for a public park. “That’s good! I meanpeople are going to freak out. They’ll never believe you’re strangers.”
Her words snap me back to reality. Oh my god. I’m being manhandled by a stranger. A big, mean biker has me—shy, traumatized me—pinned to the ground.
Skull pulls back. His mouth is damp. My neck is tingling. He’s not breathing steadily now. He’s making low growly sounds that rumble through my entire body.
And quickly my panic about the situation evaporates again.
“I want you,” he says, his voice rough.
Then he frames my face with both his hands. “We’re going on a date tonight.”
“I don’t date,” I wheeze.
“Good. Neither do I.”
Then before I can process the bizarre exchange he drags me off the ground and settles me in his lap.
He pins Anna and her bazillion dollar camera with a glare. “Got any beer for this fake picnic because I sure as fuck need another, it’s hot as hell out here.”
He’s not talking about the comfy seventy-three-degree weather.
Chapter Five
The Anna woman is blushing as she hurries to the cooler. “I do have some beer. And food.”
She passes me a beer and I bite the twist cap off, taking a long drink before pressing it to Katie’s lips. I watch her like a depraved lunatic.
She covers her mouth cutely when I pull the bottle away. “Oh my. I’m feeling tipsy. I don’t drink much.”
She’s the opposite of every woman I know.
Sweet. Not a partier, and if I’m right, she’s got a sweet little cherry that needs to be popped A-fucking-SAP.
I finish the bottle with a noisy lick of my lips.
The way Katie watches my mouth does bad things to my control.
I clear my throat and reach for the food.
Ribs.What the hell was the photographer thinking?
Katie’s breathing rapidly on my lap when the burning need to feed and take care of her attacks me like a badger.
“Open up. She wants a show. She’s about to get one.”
I slowly insert the rib into her mouth. “Suck the meat off, princess.”
I have to bite back a groan as those sweet, petal pink lips wrap around the saucy baby back rib.
