She walks out of her closet, and my eyes practically bulge out of my head. “Holy fuck.”
“Look what I found,” she says, winking at me and doing a little spin. She’s dressed in a black teddy, knee-high stockings with garters, and hot red pumps. “Do you like?”
My dick definitely likes. I narrow my eyes on her as I approach. “And who have you worn this for, Jo?”
“No one,” she says, scowling.
“Then why did you buy it?” I ask, circling her. Her ass looks amazing and I can’t help but reach out and touch her.
“I didn’t have any lingerie, and I wanted to buy something,” she says, shrugging. “I never wore it for anyone. It’s just been sitting here.”
“Well I wouldn’t want it to go to waste,” I say, licking my suddenly dry lips. I head to the iPod dock next to her bed and turn it on. “Fine by Me” by Chris Brown starts to play as I sit down on the bed. I raise an eyebrow, daring her.
“You want a lap dance?” she asks, laughing. I thought she’d balk at the idea, which is why I never verbalized anything, I just waited. “I think we need something a little sexier,” she says changing the song to “Feel It” by Jacquees. The atmosphere in the room instantly changes, the air getting thicker. She mouths the first line in the first verse of the song, then starts to dance, moving her hips in a sensual grind.
Fuck.
She turns in a circle slowly, hips swaying in a way that has my dick so hard it’s straining against my track pants. She bends over slightly, giving me a full view of her round ass, and I can’t help but cup the globes with my hands. When she turns around and says, “No touching,” I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. She starts to roll her stomach in that sexy move women like to do, then straddles me, grinding her pussy onto my hard cock. She runs her hands down until she’s cupping her breasts enticingly, looking me right in the eye as she pulls the cups of her lacy bra down, exposing her nipples. I lick my lips, wanting to suck on them badly but playing the game. I love how she’s becoming so comfortable around me. She definitely wouldn’t have done something like this when we first met. She continues to dance on my lap, her bare breasts in my face, her body moving in a seductive motion that has me wanting nothing more than to be inside of her. She slides off my lap, making sure she rubs the length of my dick at the same time, then spins and starts to shake her ass. When she bends over and touches her ankles, I have to wonder who this little temptress is. Having enough of being teased, I grab her by the hips and pull her so she’s sitting back on my lap but facing away from me. I start to kiss her neck, my hands roaming over her nipples, gently pulling them just the way I know she likes it. Her head falls back on my shoulder, and I take advantage of her exposed neck, biting down gently. My hand moves from her breasts, down her stomach to between her legs, where I slide my fingers inside her panties to find her already soaking wet.
“My baby liked doing that, didn’t you?” I murmur into her ear, sliding a finger inside of her slick heat. She groans as I move up to her clit, stroking her. I stand with her and use my other hand to slide my pants down, then rip the center of her panties with one hard tug.
“Ranger,” she moans. I think she was trying to sound angry but failed.
I bend her over a little with a hand on the small of her back, then slide into her, watching my cock disappear inside of her inch by inch. When I’m fully inside of her, I start to gently thrust, the perfect view turning me on and making my cock so fuckin’ hard that I could break glass with it. With me still inside of her, I lift her and place her on the bed on her knees, then continue to thrust. I reach over to play with her nipples a little, then her clit, loving her little moans and gasps.
“Fuck,” I hear her whisper. “I’m going to come, Ranger.”
“Come, babe,” I command, wanting to feel it on my dick. Fuck, I love it when she comes. I can feel her tighten on me as she comes, which pushes me into my own orgasm, even though I wanted to last longer because it feels so good right now. Once we’re both finished, I pull out of her, kiss her nape gently, then lay down next to her.
“I love you,” I tell her, pushing her lightly damp hair off her forehead.
“I love you too, Ranger.”
FORTY-ONE
Johanna
WE got the house.
Although everything has happened so fast, everything feels so right, and I don’t have any regrets. Sometimes you just need to do what feels right, as long as you aren’t hurting anyone, instead of letting outside factors control your reactions and views on things. I’m sure anyone would tell me I’m crazy to buy a house with a man so soon, a man who didn’t even let me pay for the house but still put my name on it, but I just know that this is where I’m meant to be. I’ll never regret my time with Ranger, no matter what happens with us in the future. For now, my job is safe, I spoke to the sheriff and explained that Ranger is no longer a part of the Wind Dragons. And even if that’s not enough—well, I will make do. I’ll find something else. I’ll work with Faye, or maybe I’ll consider a fresh start in a new career. I love my job, but I love Ranger more.
“This house is amazing,” Elizabeth says as she walks through it, taking in everything she passes. “I love it, Jo.”
“It’s perfect,” Helen agrees, pointing to the pool outside. “I know where I’ll be this summer.”
I grin and open the door so they can go outside and have a look. “You’re welcome here any time.”
“Where do you want these boxes, Jo?” Talon asks me as he walks in carrying a giant one.
“In the kitchen is fine,” I tell him. Sin comes in with the next box, then Tracker. I can see the girls’ eyes go wide as they take in the fine specimens that make up the Wind Dragons Motorcycle Club.
“They’re all taken,” I tell them, laughing as their faces drop. “I know, right? Bikers . . . who knew?”
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“Do you know what I do to women like you?” Faye asks, scowling as she fiddles with the throwing star in her hand. A fucking throwing star! Who is this woman?
“I didn’t tell him to quit the MC, Faye,” I tell her, crossing my arms over my chest. “Did you come here to help me buy furniture or to kill me?”
“Both,” she snaps, scowling. Then she sighs, the anger draining out of her. “I’m just sad, okay! We lost a man.”
“I know,” I say, touching her shoulder. “But he’s still going to be around. We’re moving in down the street!”
“And I’m on my period,” she adds, then points to a black leather couch. “Oh, look at this one! What color theme did you decide on?”
Boy, this woman jumps from one topic to another. “I haven’t decided yet, black and gray maybe? And can you put that throwing star away? This is my partner’s cousin’s store, and he’s going to wonder about the crazy woman I’m with!”