A Baby for the Bear (Wylde Brothers 1)

“Let’s go back to your place.”

His grin was purely predatory, and a shiver of anticipation and excitement coursed through her. After telling Candace and Melissa that she was leaving, and ignoring Melissa’s catcalls and Candace’s excited expression, she followed her date for the night out. Charlie took her hand and led her through the bar and outside. A Harley sat right in front of the bar, and she knew without a doubt it belonged to him.

Ary’s heart pounded fierce and hard as he straddled the metal beast. He handed her the helmet, and for a moment, all she could do was stare at him. He didn’t say anything, didn’t rush or pressure her, and she knew she was letting her mind take control when she needed to let her body do the talking.

As she grabbed hold of the helmet, their fingers brushed, and fire raced up her arm from the point of contact. She climbed on the back, and he reached behind, grabbed hold of her arm, and brought it around his lean hips.

“Atta girl.” The smile in his voice had her relaxing even further. With her legs spread wide and both arms now tight around him, Ary let herself look forward to doing something that was totally out of her comfort zone. It actually felt pretty good. He fired up the Harley, and the vibrations had her gritting her teeth as a stab of pleasure coursed through her pussy.

Charlie maneuvered the big piece of machinery out of the parking lot, and when he hit the asphalt, Ary held on as he sped away.

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The ride to Charlie’s place only took about twenty minutes, but it felt like forever for Ary. The constant vibrations beneath her had her so incredibly worked up, even more so than she thought possible.

By the time they pulled up to the two-story cabin, her panties were soaked, her nipples felt like they ripped through her shirt, and she was ready to attack him. He climbed off the bike and helped her dismount.

Thick evergreens and pines surrounded the cabin, and she knew they were secluded. Maybe she should’ve been worried about having so much privacy and being completely alone with him, but that was the furthest thing from her mind. She might not know Charlie personally, but he was well known in their town for the construction company he owned with his brothers.

This was a reckless thing to do, something that was totally unlike her, but it felt so good to throw caution to the wind and just get wild.

He took her hand and led her toward the wide porch that wrapped around the cabin. He unlocked the front door and ushered her in first. A small light flickered on, and she glanced around. A massive kitchen was to her left with gleaming stainless steel appliances and black granite counters. To her right was a living room with dark leather furniture, a huge flat screen television, and a fireplace.

In front of her stood an intricately carved staircase that led to a loft. That was all the exploring she could accomplish, because the door slammed shut a moment later, and then she was spun around and pressed against the cold, hard wood. Charlie pressed his body to hers, and his cock dug into her belly.

His mouth was on her, one hand cupped her ass, and the other held a chunk of her hair in his fist. He kissed her raw and hard, sweeping his tongue inside her mouth and claiming her fully. The hand in her hair tightened, sending a sting of pleasurable pain through her scalp, to her breasts, and straight to the center of her pussy.

She tightened her legs around his waist and ground her pussy on his dick. He grunted out and used the leverage he had in her hair to tilt her head back. With her throat arched, he broke their kiss and dragged his tongue up her neck. He trailed his hand up her hip, and she was disappointed that he no longer gripped her ass.

When he slipped his hand under the hem of her shirt, she felt every callus along the pads of his fingers. It felt good to be touched by him, to feel the roughness that was a testament to the manual labor he did.

He ran his teeth up and down her neck, nipped at her flesh, and thrust his erection into her. She didn’t want to wait any longer to feel him inside her. She was feverish and excited, and all she could think about was how it would feel for him to thrust all those thick inches into her. Charlie murmured something, but it was distorted against the base of her throat. She didn’t care about words though.

All she wanted was him. Moving her hands between their bodies, she fumbled for the button and zipper of his pants.