Coop (Reckless Souls MC 1)

She smiles when I step inside and joins me at the door. “Thought maybe you forgot about me. Not that I wouldn’t have deserved it, but I’m glad you didn’t.”

Shit, this chick is so open and honest. It’s nice but disconcerting as hell. I mean, who the fuck just wears their emotions on their sleeve so blatant like that?

“I didn’t forget, just had some business to take care of.”

Her brows crinkle in concern. “Is everything all right?”

“Nah, but it will be. Ready to go?” She nods, and I look past her to Lucky. “Need me for anything?”

Lucky’s dark eyes bounce between me and Kelsey, a small smile on his face. “Nah, we’re good. You kids have fun.”

“We will.” I grab Kelsey’s hand and pull her out of the shop and toward my bike. Her blue eyes remain on my face while I tighten the helmet on her head and then start the engine. “Hop on.”

Her smile flashes wide as she uses my shoulders to get on the back of the bike. She swings one leg over before she snuggles close against my back and wraps her arms around my waist. “Ready.”

Her words come out on a whisper that I feel more than hear over the roar of the engine.

She’s not ready, not for what I have in store for her, but I don’t tell her that. I nod and aim the bike toward my house, going as fast as I can get her alone and naked.

Screaming my name.

Fifteen minutes later, we’re inside my small craftsman near the docks. Kelsey looks around the place with wide-eyed fascination.

“Well,” I grumble. “Does this meet your standards?”

She laughs and wags a finger in my direction.

“It’s cute. Nice. Cozy and spacious.”

Her words are sincere, so I don’t bother to dig deeper.

“Thanks, I guess.”

She laughs again. “Now, that doesn’t surprise me.”

“What?”

“That,” she points at me and waves her hand up and down. “That you, big, burly, biker, can’t take a compliment.”

“It’s a compliment for my house, not for me.”

I close the distance between us, pressing my body against hers as she slides a finger along the small fireplace that gets a lot of use all year round.

Kelsey moans, and her head falls back against my shoulder. “Okay, how about this,” she purrs, “you feel good. Really good.”

“That’s better,” I whisper in her ear. “Much better.” I take a step back and grin. “Want something to drink?”

“Nah, maybe later?”

I nod, happy to see she’s as eager as I am to get to the naked part of this visit. “Later works.”

I grab her by the waist and lift her up onto the quartz island counter, smiling when she hisses at the cool surface.

“That’s nice.” She puts her hands on my shoulder and slides them up until she’s cupping my neck. “Cold back there, so hot right here.”

My hands slide up the smooth skin of her thighs, gripping and kneading the creamy flesh on my way up to the triangle of heat emanating from her core.

“So fucking hot right here.” I hook her panties to the side with one finger and slip one between her plump pussy lips. “So hot. So wet.”

Kelsey’s head falls back even as her fingers continue to play in my hair. “What can I say? You really do it for me, Coop. Ah!”

That little hiss of pleasure is just the wake-up call my cock needs to warm up and start the show.

“Now that’s a fucking compliment,” I say and slip my middle finger deep in her wet cunt.

Kelsey’s hips roll, a smile playing on her face as her blue eyes meet mine. “What a lovely reward system. What do I get if I tell you how hot you are?”

“Only one way to find out.” I use one finger to fuck her until she’s quivering and begging. And talking because, goddamn, this girl loves to talk.

“You’re beautiful,” she moans. “So fucking hot that last night in the shower, I used my fingers and the showerhead to bring myself to orgasm just thinking about you and that gorgeous cock of yours.”

Holy shit, is she for real? “Showerhead?”

She nods, smiling. “Yeah. Crazy, huh? That pulsating water jet pounding right on my clit. It was good, but not as good as you, though.”

“Fuck, Kelsey.” I moan and put one hand to her chest, pushing her onto her back. “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?”

“Maybe, I am,” she sighs and lets her legs fall open. Tempting me. Teasing me.

“No maybe about it.” I look up and scan the large counter until I spot what I’m looking for. The butcher’s block. I grab a long filleting knife and slide it against her smooth skin while she shivers at the cool metal against her skin.

“Coop,” she moans at the exact moment the knife tears through the fabric at the hip of her silky thong.