Her Older Biker - Page 7

“About that,” I start. “I really appreciate all of your help, but maybe staying with you isn’t such a good idea.”

Warden finishes with the locks and straightens to stare wordlessly at me.

“I can’t stay with you anymore,” I rush on. “Just taking and taking from you. It doesn’t seem…it doesn’t seem fair.”

I’m so nervous that I can’t meet his burning stare. I adjust the strap of my purse over my shoulder and step away. “I’ll just…grab my stuff from your place and be out of your hair,” I finish quietly.

That massive paw, the same big hand that flung a grabby prospect to the floor, lands gently on my shoulder.

“Emma,” he says. “I like you. I want you. How do you feel?”

I can’t look at him as I answer. “I like you too. I just…don’t want to depend on you like this.”

With one thick finger, he lifts my chin to look at him. His expression is soft and achingly kind, and it’s a struggle not to fling myself into his arms.

“Even if you don’t want me like I want you, I would still want you to stay with me,” he continued. “You can pay some rent if you want, but you’re not going to be homeless—not while I have the space and not while you work for me.”

“Warden-” I start, but he interrupts me.

“But I think youdowant me like I want you. We can figure it out however you want, but just come home with me. Let me make sure you have a roof over your head and a few basic things. Because you deserve some care and consideration. At least while you find your feet.”

He dips down and kisses me hard—a shockingly intense kiss after his gentle touch and soft words. His tongue spears aggressively into my mouth and my nerve endings feel like sparklers as his hands span my waist to pull me closer. When he pulls away, we’re both breathing hard.

“Any questions?” he asks, a faint grin playing at the corners of his mouth.

I shake my head. “None.”

His fingers link with mine and he pulls me toward the stairs that lead up to his apartment door. “Then let’s go home.”

Chapter 4

Warden

We don’t say anything else as we walk hand-in-hand up the stairs to my apartment. I drop her hand to unlock my door, and she trails after me into my living room. The silence hangs thick between us, until I turn around and grab her hand, pulling her into my lap as I drop down onto the couch.

She wriggles on my lap and underneath her plush ass, my cock hardens. I drag her close for a hard, demanding kiss.

“Tell me to leave you alone and I will,” I say after breaking the kiss. I reach up to gently cup and weigh her round breast, teasing the nipple that pokes through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. “I’ll go jack off in the shower and let you go to bed.”

Emma just kisses me again, lips lingering against mine, and I chuckle as I grind her down against me.

It feels easy and natural to slide down into the cushions—exchanging hungry kisses and long, languid caresses. I suck the side of her neck fiercely as my hand slides down to cup her denim-covered pussy. She groans and shudders as I pluck at the button of her jeans, sliding the zipper down to expose the front of her panties.

“Have you touched yourself while thinking about me?” I ask with a grin as I yank her pants down over her hips. She flushes and covers her face with her hands as I pull her jeans free and toss them to the floor.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, baby,” I say, and lean down to plant a kiss on the crotch of her panties. “I touched myself in the shower this morning and thought about you.”

She peeks through her fingers and nods with a sheepish grin.

“When you thought about me,” I start as I pull the gusset of her panties aside. “Did I do this?”

I drop down and drag the flat of my tongue along her wet seam. She tastes sugary sweet, and I groan at her taste.

“No,” she groans, and her legs start to snap shut, but I stop her with my broad palms on her inner thighs. “You used your fingers.”

I twirl my tongue against her clit, savoring her taste and scent, then pull back to ease her panties over her hips, leaving her totally bare from the waist down.

“My fingers?” I dragged a blunt fingertip along her wet cleft and swirled it around her entrance. “Like this?”