Biker's Virgin

sed, I said, “What? What’s it?”

“It’s that strength, that will to survive that I see and feel coming from inside of you. It’s immense, bigger than most people and the strongest kind of faith a person can experience. I know this for a fact.”

I smiled slightly at his analysis. It was the best I’d ever heard and instead of making me feel like a freak, it made me feel warm and safe inside. “How do you know it for a fact?” I asked him.

“I recognize it because I feel it. I feel it because I’ve been there, too.

“My mother was a raging alcoholic. She went through boyfriends the way she did liquor and each one of them got worse. My brothers and I were never sexually assaulted, but we were beaten, sometimes so severely that we had to go to the hospital. We all have different fathers and none of us knew who any of them were; that was probably a blessing.

“She got into drugs, too, eventually. She owed a lot of money to her dealers. I think she worked some of it off with her body and some of it by selling drugs. But apparently, not all of it.

“She was murdered in the house one night while we were all sleeping. Her boyfriend at the time wasn’t home when it happened. When he got home, he got high before he called the police.

“Ryan was just starting to pull himself up at the time. He grabbed a baggie of something off the coffee table and spilled it all over. He knocked Ryan across the room and then got up and went after him again. “Max and I got between them, and he beat us both so badly we all had to be in the hospital for a while. By the time we got out, they had finally tracked down my grandmother.

“Mom had taken off when Max was born and never told Grandma where she was. She had always told us that her mother was a horrible person and if we didn’t behave, she would send us there and Grandma would torture us like she did her.

“Grandma never stopped looking for Max. Mom wasn’t supposed to have custody of him because she was already a mess when he was born. Grandma had kept in touch with the police for years, and when my mother died, one of the detectives connected the two and called her.

“She was surprised when she found three of us and not one, but she didn’t hesitate to take us in. Ryan had a lot of problems after that and that was the biggest reason that he and Grandma ended up so close. I think it also has a lot to do with how he is still so childlike. We give him a lot of leeway because of it.”

“I’m so sorry, Jace.”

He gave me a weak smile. “Going to live with Grandma was the best thing that ever happened to us. She was an amazing woman and in all of the years I knew her, her faith in God never wavered.

“She was the reason I found mine and also the reason I began to question it. The night I met you, we had just buried her. I was drinking because I couldn’t handle the pain and I was questioning why God would take her.”

“That night, my father somehow got my phone number and called me. He said some disgusting things; that’s why I was there.”

“I guess we have a lot more in common than we thought,” he said.

I smiled. “Sadly.”

He reached for me and pulled me into his chest. He didn’t run, and he didn’t pity me. He understood me. I looked up into his eyes. I could see how strongly he felt for me.

I put my hand on the side of his face and kissed him. Our tongues tangled and our breaths meshed and I knew that he was right: we were meant to be. “Get undressed,” he said against my mouth.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Daphne

I stood up and wiggled out of my shorts and panties, and then I pulled off my t-shirt and bra and tossed then aside. I leaned down and took his face into my hands. I put my lips against his and we shared an intense, mind-blowing kiss. As our tongues danced, he moved his hands up and grasped my breasts, squeezing them firmly.

I gasped and intensified the kiss, trying to reach my tongue as far down his throat as I could. His hands left my breasts and slid down my sides to my hips. I broke the kiss after a few minutes. We were both breathless and I leaned my forehead into his while we both caught our breath.

His gaze was filled with lust, and his hands were inching up my back and running across my shoulders, brushing my hair away with his fingers and tantalizing me and turning me on even more than I already was.

I put my feet down on the floor and then dropped to my knees between his legs. I reached up and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. I took hold of the waistband with both hands, hooking my fingers into his boxers. He lifted his hips, and I pulled them off of his hips and down across his thighs.

I worked them down to his ankles, and he slipped his feet out of them as I leaned in and took his hard cock into both of my hands and let my tongue make contact with the shaft. I watched his face as I swirled my tongue around he swollen head, relishing the taste of him.

I watched his eyes widen as I slipped my lips over it and engulfed his entire shaft. I sucked him all the way in until the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. Reaching down to touch his balls, I began to gently massage them as I bobbed my head up and down on him.

“Oh my God!” he choked out. His excitement made me that much more excited, and I started sucking deeper and harder. He moved his hips up and down and wrapped his hands in my hair, fisting it up and tugging on it as he thrust his erection in and out of my mouth.

He began to groan and I felt him grow and swell in my mouth. He used his grip on my hair to pull me off of him and then he took me by the arms and pulled me back onto his lap.

He gave me another smoking hot kiss as I reached for the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. He finished taking it off and tossed it aside. I loved his taut, sculpted chest. I ran my fingers across it reverently and leaned down to kiss him along his collarbone.