Betty rides my face and it’s such a turn on. “I want to feel this sweet pussy come all over my tongue,” I tell her.
I keep sucking her clit between my lips, pressing just enough for her to get a good rhythm. My cock is harder than concrete as she bucks and tugs my hair, all quick pants and breathy moans.
All mine.
I groan while she rides my face, my tongue working magic as she puts me further under her spell. When I add another finger, pumping and sucking her pussy, she shatters. Her legs tighten around my head as she calls out my name through her orgasm.
As soon as her body calms, she pulls me up. “I can definitely get used to that,” she says with a lazy grin.
I kiss her pink lips. “And I’ll definitely be willing to give you that every day.”
She gets dressed as I cook chicken for a salad. She glances around the counter. “No bananas?”
I shuffle a hand through my thick hair. “Nah, don’t like them.”
This makes her laugh out loud. “Why do you buy them?”
I don’t want to confess my truth to her. But the way she stares at me right now, doe-eyed and gorgeous after a fresh orgasm, I can’t deny her. “I would sometimes get flustered in the store and just grab the first thing I saw.”
This makes a soft look pass over her face. “I can’t picture you being nervous.” She grips my bicep.
“Well, you used to make me nervous.”
She parks a hand on her hip. “I don’t anymore?”
I peck a kiss on the tip of her nose. “No, you don’t.”
The only thing that makes me nervous right now is that we’ll never find out who’s framing us, and I’ll live a life behind bars and not right here where I belong… with Betty.
* * *
Betty
* * *
Life can’t get any better than this. Well, at least I don’t think it can.
“You’re way too pretty to be with him,” Dragon says.
I laugh. “That’s very nice. But it's not true.”
I came to their compound to meet Silas’s motorcycle members, and they’ve all been so friendly. At first, I was a bit nervous, not sure what I was getting myself into, or if they’d expect me to know their lingo, but now that I’ve met everyone, I’m happy Silas has these men in his life.
It’s obvious they are a brotherhood and protect each other at all costs. They’ve told me a little about the issue with the gun shipment, and I’m hoping this afternoon I can talk to my father before work.
Dad still doesn’t know I’m dating Silas, and now we’re moving in together. Things have happened at warp speed, but I know it’s right. I can feel it deep in my bones. Every time Silas looks at me, I know it.
This man would do anything for me.
Anything.
And I would for him too.
“She’s too good for you,” Henley calls out as Silas grabs my hand and leads me toward his bike in the lot.
Blaze, Jagger, Dragon, Henley, and Duke came out to see us off, and as I wave goodbye, I smile.
“They were all so nice,” I tell Silas before sliding onto his Harley.
“Of course. You’re my woman. They know I’d kill them if they were anything but nice.”
“Gee, thanks.”
Silas cups my face in his big hands. “You’re a good person. Anyone who meets you will see that light and fall in love with you immediately.”
I blush. “Thank you.”
He slides onto the bike and I slip my arms around his body, snuggling against him. He revs the engine, and the machine vibrates between my legs as Silas takes off.
Life is good.
We’re heading to my house so I can grab a few things I’ll need until we can officially move all of my stuff into his place. I feel free with the wind in my face and nothing confining me as Silas navigates the roads. Just the blue sky, fresh air, and my man. I’ve had nothing but swarms of butterflies flapping their excited wings since I agreed to this new life I’m starting with Silas.
Who would have ever thought?
All those good vibes fade when sirens blare behind us. Silas pulls off to the side of the road and puts down the kickstand to his bike.
We both get off his bike as the officer exits their vehicle.
Motherfucker.
My father.
He’s not a patrol officer, so I never expected to see him walking toward us.
“What are you doing, Dad?” I ask him before he can speak.
“I should ask you the same thing.” His face is hard, each line accentuated by anger. “What are you doing riding on his bike?” The way he says his, all twisted with disgust and judgment, makes me furrow my brow.
“He’s my boyfriend.”
Silas steps forward. “Before you say anything, you need to know how much I care about your daughter.”