Not a Role Model (Battle Crows MC 4)
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My eyes nearly crossed as I exploded inside of her.
Hot spurts of cum filled her, wringing me dry and forcing my eyes to close with the pressure of the orgasm that took me over.
What was left seconds later was two very regretful people that knew they’d made a mistake.
I pulled back almost reluctantly, not quite ready to go back to the usual show of loving to hate Coreline.
But pull back, I did.
Because we were in my place of business.
We had people waiting on us outside.
We… were fucked.
When I pulled away, I tried not to find the way my cum dripped out of her pussy sexy.
Tried not to think about how sexy she looked with her ass up in the air for me.
Tried not to think that I wanted this each and every night that I came home from work.
I looked away, walking to the wall where the paper towels hung.
Snatching a fistful, I handed them to her without a word.
Neither one of us stated the obvious—I could’ve just made her pregnant.
We didn’t need to state the obvious, mostly because both of us were intelligent adults that knew when to keep our mouths shut.
I reached for the towels again and wiped my dick clean, even though it was still hard as fuck.
But the way in which my body was positioned made it possible for her to see.
I knew she would.
And maybe, somehow, I wanted her to see.
Wanted her to know that she was never far from my mind.
She walked her soiled paper towels to the trash, turned, and gasped.
That’s when she saw the tattoo.
It wasn’t anything special.
Just a couple of bowling pins and a bowling ball.
But I knew, instantly, that she knew that tattoo was hers. It symbolized her.
She’d told me when we were younger that she was always that illusive pin that no one could ever knock down. She would always stand strong, even when people wanted her to fall.
People like me.
That one challenge had formed the way I thought about stuff for the rest of my life.
And there it was.
On my skin.
That’s when I knew she knew.
This didn’t mean ‘nothing.’
This meant ‘everything.’
And she didn’t know how to process that.
“Come on,” I said, breaking into her inner contemplation. “Let’s go catch up to my family. I need something to eat.”
She eyed me for a long moment and then nodded.
Together, we finished getting dressed and cleaned up the mess we made.
We were just exiting the clinic when I couldn’t take the silence anymore.
Once the door locked behind me, I caught Coreline by the waist before she could take two steps out of the archway that led to the clinic.
Hooking my finger in her belt loop, I twisted her around and pulled her into me.
Her gasp of surprise was enough to make my lips twitch up in amusement.
“Don’t let this fuck with your head,” I ordered.
She swallowed hard and her eyes slid away from my intense gaze. “Too late.”
“Look at me,” I ordered.
Her eyes came back to meet mine.
“Don’t overthink this. Don’t overcomplicate it. Don’t think that it’ll never work. Just think about right now. Think about how good that felt. Think about the fact that later on tonight, I’ll be dragging you into my bed, and doing it all over again, because you have to admit that it felt really fuckin’ good. And if the time comes that it’s no longer good? We’ll part and be frenemies all over again,” I informed her.
I knew better, though.
What we had wasn’t something that enemies typically shared.
Her eyes slid away again, and I couldn’t help but sink my hand into the flesh of her ass, squeezing slightly harder than I meant to.
“Look. At. Me,” I ordered.
Her gaze snapped back to mine once again, her eyes on fire.
“Let me go,” she snapped.
I laughed. “There she is.”
Then I kissed her.
To put the cherry on top of the night, the very last person I expected to see at a biker rally walked right up to us and said, “Well fancy seeing you here.”
I looked at Franklin, my hands still on his ex-girlfriend’s ass, and rolled my eyes. “Go away.”
“How are my sloppy seconds?” Franklin sneered.
We both knew damn well that I’d taken his girlfriend’s virginity tonight.
The evidence had been on my cock as we’d cleaned up.
I snuck my hand deeper around the curve of Coreline’s ass before saying, “It was as if the package had never been opened.”
CHAPTER 15
Being a functioning adult every day seems excessive.
-Coreline to her dad
TIDE
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
iPhone’s alarms were the devil.
At least when I had my Android, the motherfucker woke me up sweetly. But the iPhone was all about ‘get the fuck up right now’ and not about ‘get up as your heart wakes up.’
I rolled over and groaned, my body coming into contact with something soft, warm and cuddly.
My eyes cracked open, and I saw the rat’s nest of hair swirling around Coreline’s face, neck, and upper chest.