Jewell (Biker Bitches 7)

Tears coursed down her cheeks as she remembered holding her son for the first time. She had been so afraid she would drop him, that she was going to be a terrible mother. Her fears had been prophetic.

Lowering the bear to her lap, she circled her knees and rocked back and forth as she cried.

A beam of light from the hallway had her raising her head to see a shadow entering her room before closing the door.

“Go away! You’re not allowed up here without permission.” Wiping the tears away, she watched the shadow walk toward her.

“Jesus, it’s freezing in here,” Rory snapped, ignoring what she had said and slamming the window down. Then he picked her up off the floor.

“Go away …” she sobbed.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Managing to pull her comforter down while holding her, Rory laid her down on the bed then lay next to her, covering them both with the comforter. He started rubbing her legs then her arms.

“Why did you do this to yourself?” he questioned harshly.

She gave him the only excuse she could. “It’s my son’s birthday.”

As she told him, Rory’s hand came into contact with the teddy bear she was holding.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he crooned, pulling her closer to his chest.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” She started shuddering when the heat started reaching the coldness within her body.

“You don’t have to,” he soothed. “I’m just going to lie here and hold you.” Bunching the comforter tighter around them, he maneuvered her head until it was resting on his shoulder.

“I don’t want you here.”

“Then you should have woken me up and told me you were leaving my bed.”

Jewell bristled, raising her head, anger stopping the flow of tears. “What does that have to do with me wanting to be left alone?”

He slid his arm firmly around her waist. “You slipped out of my bed like a fucking one-night stand. Maybe that's the way you’re used to with The Last Riders, but with me, I require a lot fucking more.”

Dumbfounded, she stared at him in the darkness. “Like what?”

“Like a kiss, or a ‘Hey, I’ll see you tomorrow,’ or a fucking ‘Bye.’ But you don’t fucking wait until I’m sleeping to sneak out. Next time you do it, I’ll drag your ass back until I’m ready to let you leave.”

“You’re making a mountain out of a molehill.” She sniffed haughtily.

Rory jutted his pelvis until his cock nestled against hers. “This isn’t a molehill; it’s a mountain,” he bragged.

Jewell couldn’t help it; she started laughing. “Being a gigolo has given you illusions of grandeur.”

“Illusions don’t pay my bills,” he gloated.

“You’re actually bragging about being a gigolo?”

“Former gigolo,” he corrected her. “I make my money by … tutoring now.”

“Okaaay.”

He slid his hand under her T-shirt to find the pebble of her nipple. “Of course, my lessons are free for you …”

His whisper sent chills down her spine as he gently removed the teddy bear from her to place it on the nightstand with the bear facing away. Her heart warmed at the consideration he showed for the stuffed animal.

Rolling on top of her, he braced his forearms on the pillow beside her head. “You want to see something I’ve been working on?”

“I’m kind of tired …” she teased, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“When I’m done, you won’t be kind of … you’ll be out like a light.”

His mouth went to hers to give her an erotic kiss that had her nerves stinging like an electrical line taken down in a storm.

The heartache was a foregone conclusion, despite her efforts of avoiding becoming closer to Rory. He was luring her into a storm whose aftermath was inevitable.

As he took off her shorts to slide his cock inside of her welcoming heat, she raised her hands to the headboard to hold on.

Relentlessly, Rory started fucking her, her quivering pussy accepting him greedily, as if she hadn’t just fucked him less than two hours before.

The feel of him inside her was fucking addictive, her hips surging upward to take more of his cock. The force of his thrusts had her hands going to his ass to push him higher inside of her. Ripples of pleasure had her begging for more.

“Harder …” she pleaded.

“Who am I?” he demanded.

“Huh?”

“Who… am… I,” he panted out between strokes.

It took her a second to figure out what he wanted from her. “You’re Rory,” she moaned.

In reward, he gave her a mind-numbing thrust that had her breasts jiggling. Jewell writhed under his body as the muscles on his back bulged underneath her hands.

Becoming engulfed in the music that Rory was playing on her body, she became overwhelmed when ecstasy hovered just out of reach. Her tired body made it harder to reach a climax that had come so easily before.

“Tsk-tsk.” Rory clucked his tongue on the nipple he had been sucking. “You’re working too hard for it.”