“There’s another knocked out over by the front. He was too fat for me to drag him to this door.”
“Damn it.” I flick my eyes over her. “You fight them? They hurt you?”
“No.” She shakes her head, and I let out a relived breath. I’m very aware that she’s tough, but they could’ve ended up hurting her. Thinking of these fuck faces showing up to do who knows what to her, has my chest swelling, wanting to dole out punishing blows to keep her safe. “I shot them with the tranq darts. I was looking out the window in my place when I first noticed them walking toward the front.”
A wide grin grows on my face, despite the danger. “You shot them both?” I didn’t know she could shoot. Jesus, can this woman not do anything? If my cock wasn’t so enormous, she’d have me questioning my manhood. She makes everything seem easy. It’s hard being so tempted by a woman who knows how to do everything you do and do some of it even better than you can.
She nods, a sheepish smile taking over. “You had that damn gun, and I wanted to shoot it. They finally gave me a good enough reason to use it without ruffling your feathers.”
A loud laugh escapes me, and I pull her to me. “You know somethin’?”
“Hmm?” She hikes an eyebrow up and tilts her head to meet my eyes.
“You’re a bad bitch, Chevy. I’ve never met another like you,” I admit and a blush steals over her cheeks.
She lets the nickname slide with my compliment. “I hope that’s a good thing?” she whispers, and I lean in, so my lips nearly touch hers.
“It’s a damn good thing, sweetie.” With my hands on her shoulders, I pull her the last step to me and plant my mouth on hers. She meets me with so much fervor in return that my body screams for more. I walk her backward to the wall, my hands reaching down and sliding up the backs of her thighs, never breaking our kiss.
My palms lift her, spreading her legs and her arms clutch onto my neck as I rest my cock against her center. Holding her up against the cement wall, I kiss her roughly. My body’s beyond turned on, knowing she knocked these guys out and drug them inside and she didn’t even freak out about it at all. Chevelle really is a badass, and that’s so damn sexy.
Grinding into her core, my palms slide from under her ass up along her thighs and under her tank top. They glide along her ribs, my thumbs only pausing when they can rub across her breasts and play with her nipples. My fingers move back and forth, caressing and squeezing her breasts until she moans in pleasure and arches her back, pushing into my hands even more.
“I want you. I need in this pussy,” I confess with a gruff voice, thick with desire. My heavy cock pushes against her, grinding in circles. I love having her like this, panting and needy. She wants me as badly as I want her. I have to make her give in to me.
With another groan into my mouth, her hands push my chest with enough force, I break away, blinking a few times to clear my lustful haze she’s drowning me in. “What is it, Chevelle?”
She clears her throat and licks her lips. The action has me growling with longing, yearning to sink into her heat and not stop until I’ve had my fill and my cock can no longer stand firm. I lean in to nibble on her bottom lip, coaxing her to let me have more of her. I want to taste her needy pussy so badly it makes my mouth water thinking about it.
“The other guy is still up front, and the employees will be here soon. They can’t see him knocked out.”
“Damn it,” I grumble, and she nods, agreeing with my frustration of having to stop. The other time I had her like this we were interrupted by Ace. Now it’s these stupid Iron Fists. I push another kiss to her lips and promise, “This isn’t over.”
She hums, with a teasing smirk. “Bossy biker, I’m not that easy.” Her hand trails down my abs to brush over the hardness in my pants making its presence clearly known.
“You want it just as badly. Admit it,” I murmur and adjust my dick after her teasing graze against my shaft.
Her gaze watches my every move full of longing. “You’re right, I do.” I groan, and she continues. “Doesn’t mean I’m giving it up in a hallway with a knocked-out shithead at our feet.”
With a huff, I openly admit, “I don’t do romance.” Ever the romantic, I should shut my fucking mouth if I want any semblance of a chance with this woman. I just can’t seem to do it whether it makes shit harder for me or not.
She shrugs. “Neither do I, although I’m not one to turn down chocolate syrup, or in your case, some peanut butter. If that’s your version of romance, anyway.”
“Fuck,” I breathe the curse. She had to bring up the peanut butter, and that makes me think of her fucking tongue and how it swirled around my finger when we had those pancakes. I want her head bobbing below me as she works peanut butter clean from my cock. God, the thought of it has me groaning low in my throat.
“Come on, cupcake. Time to grab this idiot from the front. You should probably call your MC brothers.”
“I can shoot them a text. now show me where this other guy’s at.” The sooner they’re out of my way, the sooner I can get back to touching her.