Her Older Biker - Page 12

I drop a deep, hard kiss on her lips. When I pull away, the hardness has drained from her face, replaced with something softer.

“Let’s go in,” I say, and tuck her firmly under my arm. “I have something to do.”

A few hoots and whistles greet us when I swing the door open, and I lead Emma over to the bar, kissing her one more time before I hop up on the bar top, standing high above the group with my hands up to get their attention.

“Everybody,” I holler. “Maybe you’ve seen Emma here behind the bar. You’re going to be seeing a lot more of her, because she’s my old lady now. Any questions?”

The bar explodes with cheers and shouts, and I jump down to kiss here again in front of everyone, hot and hungry. I break the kiss and look over at my mother, who smiles widely and makes a shooing motion.

“I’ll hold the place together for now,” she says. “Go spend some time with your old lady.”

Emma giggles as I lead her back out the door and up the stairs to my apartment. I unlock the door and tug her inside, pushing her against the wall and crowding her with my big, hard body.

“Everybody knows now,” I tell her fiercely as I lean down and nibble at the sensitive skin of her neck. “You’re my old lady, and there’s no brother or sweet butt who’ll mess with you now.”

I press my lips to hers again, softer this time. “And as much as you’re mine, I’myours.You own me, Emma, baby.”

She sighs. “What happens next?”

“Whatever you want,” I say. “Go to college and take all the classes you want. Be who you were born to be. You don’t have to fight to survive anymore, Emma. All I want is for you to thrive.”

A tear trickles down her cheek, and I lean forward to kiss it away.

“Do you mean it?” she whispers. “Just you and me, and a life together?”

“I’ll do whatever it takes, baby,” I tell her. “I fell in love with you the second you walked up to my table that day, and I’ll spend the rest of my life doing whatever it takes to make you the happiest old lady in the world.”

Something sparks in her eyes. “There’s one thing we can do right now.”

I crowd in closer, pressing my hard cock against her soft flesh. “I’m listening.”

Chapter 7

Emma

“I’m listening,” Warden says as he presses his hard dick against the soft flesh of my belly. With the wall at my back, there’s nowhere for me to go—I’m trapped in the cage of his big body, and I fucking love it.

He leans down and nips at my ear as he shifts to trace a finger around one of my sensitive nipples. Shivers erupt all over my skin, and I press in closer, smelling his warm skin, the hint of oil from his motorcycle and the worn leather of his cut.

“Like it?” he asks. “You’ll get one, too. All the old ladies do.”

I feel my cheeks heating up. “Really?”

“Mmm-hmm,” he replies. He grabs the hem of my t-shirt and pulls it over my head and free of my arms, leaving me in just my lacy bra. A callused finger traces along the top of my breast. “Can’t wait to see you in just your cut and nothing else.”

I feel my core clench, and a soft gasp escapes me as he bends down to run his tongue along the soft flesh. His fingers skim my sides, tracing my curves as though he’s memorizing them. His mouth slides down further, until he hungrily mouths my nipples through the lace of my bra while he reaches behind me to pop the clasp open. My breasts spill out into his waiting hands and he purrs his enjoyment, thumbing the nipples and dropping wet, sucking kisses on each hard peak.

He sinks down further—to his knees, reaching out to cup my denim-covered pussy with his big hand.

“Let me see this, baby,” he says gently. “I need another taste.”

“Shouldn’t we go to the bedroom?” I ask nervously. “This might be…a little uncomfortable.”

Warden laughs as he unzips my jeans and eases them down over my hips. “Baby, we can do this anywhere. Just watch.”

I step out of my flats and the tight blue jeans, and for the first time, I’m completely naked while he stares in hot, undisguised need. His fingers run up my thighs—a body I always thought was a little bit wrong, but Warden looks at me like I’m the finest meal he’s ever had, and it’s so fucking sexy. I feel dampness trickle out of my pussy under his unrelenting stare. When he reaches up to tweak both nipples, my knees almost buckle.

He leans forward and twirls his tongue in my folds, then gazes up at me, satisfaction written on his face.