Page 32 of Framed for Life
It shouldn’t make me feel the way it does. But gracious, this man… he’s like a superhero bad boy and I never knew I needed one until now.
“You’re staring,” he calls from the bathroom.
“Can’t help it. Your ass is an eye-magnet.”
He chuckles. “Guess I won’t be quitting the gym anytime if that’s how you feel about my muscles.”
“Lord no, don’t quit the gym. Can I come watch you work out? I think seeing you all sweaty and pumped up could be new favorite fantasy material.”
He appears in the doorway, leaning against the frame with one of his tattooed arms. “Not sure I want you in the clubhouse gym. There could be other sweaty tattooed brothers in there working out.”
“Pfft, you have nothing to worry about. I saw them and they don’t even compare. I’d have eyes only for you.”
He watches me for a second before he shakes his head. “Well, I’m going to have to make an example out of someone at the party tonight because they’re gonna be eye-fucking you every five seconds.”
I cover my face. “That’s not what I need to hear.”
He pulls my hands away from my face, leaning over the bed as he does, casting a shadow over his face. “Don’t worry.They won’t be doing it long. All it will take is me beating the shit out of someone and the rest of them will get the message loud and fucking clear.”
“Skull, please don’t beat anyone up on my behalf.”
His thumb traces over my bottom lip, tugging gently. “It’s not for your behalf, it’s for mine. I don’t share. You’re mine now, Katie. No one is going to be mistaken about that fact.”
He scoops me out of the bed, frowning as if he’s thinking about the other bikers looking at me.
Easily managing my weight he turns on the shower. When the spray is hot he carries me inside, sets me on my feet and turns me so my back is to his chest.
He lets out a low, rough, happy groan.
For the first time in months I feel totally at ease. Loose inside my chest. My neck muscles aren’t tight. I’m not afraid someone’s going to burst into my place.
“What are you thinking about?” Skull asks, as he massages my shoulders with his gigantic hands.
“I was just enjoying being relaxed. It’s been a long time.”
“Here all you have to do is relax.”
Ha. I almost laugh out loud. “I can’t just mooch off of you. As dreamy as that sounds, I have to get a new job and buy things to replace what I lost.”
“No you don’t.” He reaches for the body-wash and squeezes some into his hand.
“You must live in some kind of fantasy world. In my world, bills have to get paid. Jobs have to be worked.”
“Not when you’re my woman.”
I scoff. But quickly lose my train of thought when he glides a gigantic palm down the center of my body, swirling around his mint scented body-wash.
“Did you ignore what I said, or are you going to agree without argument?” He asks.
“What? You said something. My mind is spinning toward pleasure-land with you touching me all over.”
”I like you like this,” he rumbles in my ear as he presses his erection between my slippery butt cheeks. “You’re very agreeable when I’ve got my hands on you.”
“It’s a problem,” I murmur as my head falls back on his shoulder. “It’s like a spell.”
“Oh, I know, honey. I’m caught in your spell too.”
He adjusts his hips until his cock is between my legs, rubbing forward and back. The friction is maddening. I can’t stop myself from wiggling against him.
