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He shifted our position in the booth until I was nestled against his shoulder. Inching my skirt up, he slid his hand between my thighs. My creamy skin was a stark contrast to the dark ink of his tattooed forearm and the flex of corded muscles.Slowly, he stroked one fingertip along the length of my pussy, circling my cloth-covered clit.
I dug my nails into his biceps, scanning the restaurant to see if anyone noticed. But nobody even glanced our way.
“Good girl,” Ironside rumbled. “Stay quiet for me. Don’t get us kicked out, yeah?”
With a quick nod, I pressed myself against him, spreading my thighs for more. He hooked my panties to the side and pressed his rough, callused fingers to my clit.
I buried my face against his shoulder, carefully rolling my hips against his hand.
“Is this okay?” Ironside asked.
I nodded again, too overwhelmed to speak.
Then the waiter returned to take our order. I gripped Ironside’s wrist and froze. But he kept his hand there as he spoke to the waiter. He continued to circle his finger around my clit, again and again. Dipping down to the left and right, mapping every sensitive area that made my breath catch in my throat.
Despite how wet I was getting, Ironside never tried to insert his finger inside me. So I didn’t feel pressured to loosen up if I wasn’t ready. I didn’t have to battle with the worry that I might be too tight for any kind of penetration.
This was purely for my pleasure.
At last, the waiter was gone. And Ironside returned his gaze to me.
My thighs were shaking now. My breathing fluttered shallow and fast. I would have never dreamed of doing this with anyone else.
He flicked and teased my clit until I couldn’t take it anymore. I squirmed like a fish on a hook, but he sat there with control and composure.
“Ironside, please—” I rasped.
A sly grin crossed his face.
“Use your words, petal.”
I glared at him.
“You know what I want.”
“Say it,” he crooned.
I gritted my teeth and flicked another glance at the restaurant.
“I need to come. Please—make me come—”
The words were barely out of my mouth when Ironside was on me. He sealed his mouth to mine and pinched my clit with a sweet sting of burning ecstasy.
I whimpered into his mouth, delirious as I tipped over the edge. I twisted my fingers into his shirt, thighs clamped tight around his wrist. Fighting for my life to stay quiet so I didn’t shout his name to the rafters.
At last, Ironside broke away, but he used his body as a shield to block me from view while I regained my composure. I blinked up at him through the stars of pleasure whirling across my vision.
“Like I said, there’s more than one way to get each other off, sweetheart. And I’m just getting started.”
This was officially the best first date of my life.
Chapter five
Ironside
The clubhouse was humming with excitement to greet Theadora “Dot” Gerard and welcome her into the family. Bikers clustered around Keely with little Dot bundled in her arms, sleeping soundly.
“Let me see,” Trooper said, shoving at Bruiser’s broad frame. “Your big head is in the way.”
