Making the Break (Beating the Biker 2)

“Saks!” she cried.

“Chrissy!”

His steel-hard shaft pulsed as he rammed her, and his orgasm drew hers out longer. She shuddered again in a second burst, a sharp aftershock of the first glorious coming. And then she shuddered again as pleasure flooded her body.

“Fuck, Saks,” she gasped as she fell forward on the couch. “That was incredible.”

Saks stopped moving and lay across her back. “Damn, woman,” he said. “If this is what the doctor meant by watching out for me, I approve. I think my headache’s gone.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

Saks lay on Chrissy’s back, a boneless mess. He thought he’d had good sex before but now was disabused of that notion. Making love to Chrissy left him totally shattered. He wasn’t even sure he could move off her.

Finally, his cock softened and one little jiggle from either of their bodies would disconnect them.

Can I just go to sleep here? He snuggled against Chrissy’s hot body, but then jolted to the present with the blare of a truck’s backing klaxon.

“Saks,” said Chrissy. “It’s the tow truck.”

“Shit!” Saks jumped to his feet.

Freed, Chrissy rolled away and bent down to grab clothes off the floor. She threw Saks’ jeans at him and then threw her own clothes on before flying out the door with her purse in hand. The horn blew again for slightly longer. Saks followed at a slow pace.

The driver arched an eyebrow when Saks gave him instructions to drop it in the parking lot of Central Valley Bike Repair.

“I work there. The owner lets me use the bays.”

“Uh-huh,” he said, as if he didn’t believe that Saks’ beater would be welcome at a bike shop. But all he had to do was tow the thing. Chrissy stood at Saks’ side as the beater car drove away on the back of the rumbling tow truck.

“Well, what now?” said Saks.

“How about breakfast?”

Saks gave her a disparaging glance and Chrissy blushed.

“Yeah, right? Not my finest moment. But I’ll be good,” she said. “No Eggs Benedict. I promise.”

“You’d better be good,” he said in a gruff, teasing voice. “Otherwise, I might have to take you over my knee. Again.”

“I knew you were bad,” said Chrissy with a sexy smirk. “I didn’t know you were into kink.”

“Sweetie, there are lots of things I’m into.” He wrapped his arm around her waist and gave her a kiss that seared his l

ips with her heat and left him lightheaded. His cock stirred, looking for round two. Damn. That was a quick recovery. Chrissy made him want her.

All thoughts about what was good for him, not getting involved with his uncle’s plans or the Serafinis, quickly flew out the window. And then his knees buckled under him and he thought for a moment he was going to pass out. Over a girl?

Chrissy caught him before he fell by bracing him against her side. “Easy, tiger,” she said. “The doctor ordered you to rest.”

“You didn’t say that a half hour ago,” he said.

“You were acting all hale and hearty. But I should’ve known better.”

“Okay, okay,” grumbled Saks, no longer hungry and not liking the pain searing up the back of his head and pushing against his forehead. “Help me to your chariot and bear me away to my humble abode.”

“Oh, brother,” said Chrissy. “What did that car hood jar loose from your brain?”

“My pubescent love of Shakespeare.”