Jewell (Biker Bitches 7)

Brushing her hair, she pushed it back with a black hairclip to give her a tousled effect. Satisfied, she left the bathroom to see Rory was sitting at the small table, watching the news.

“I’m done. You can have the shower.”

Her pussy went up in flames when his gaze went to her bellybutton. Not wanting him to see how he was affecting her, she went to her suitcase to take out the makeup bag she had also brought.

Rory waited to rise from his chair until she would have to brush by him to sit down at the table. She started to take a step back to give him enough room to pass, but was stopped when he laid a firm hand on her hip. When she moved sideways, Rory’s chest brushed against her. She sucked in a deep breath and gave him a dirty look.

“I was going to give you enough room to pass.”

“But then I wouldn’t have had the pleasure of touching you.” He grinned.

“That’s such a high school move.” She sniffed disdainfully.

“There were no girls who looked like you at my high school. I would have stayed in high school if there had been.” Unrepentantly, he took his clothes out of a suitcase he had opened on the bed.

“I’m surprised. With how much experience you have with women, as you claim to have, that you couldn’t have come up with a better move.”

“Ah … I’m sorry I disappointed you.” Rory’s mouth curled in a sensuous smile that had her wishing she had kept her mouth shut. Did her ovaries just curl in ecstasy?

Jewell sat down at the table and started putting on her makeup, trying desperately not to watch his movements and failing miserably as her eyes kept ricocheting back to him.

There was no shyness in him as Rory stared her down while unbuckling his belt then sliding it through the loops with a swishing sound. Jewell nearly put her eye out with her liner. She had to force her fingers to remain steady as his shoulders bunched when he lifted his maroon T-shirt over his head. Was he seriously doing a striptease in front of her?

Yes, he was.

Toeing his boots off, he started unbuttoning his jeans to shimmy out of them.

Pretending to be uninterested, Jewell was proud as she started putting on her eyeshadow without throwing herself at him.

Holy mother of God, had she known what he was carrying, she would have been on him like taffy during the stream.

She nearly swallowed her tongue when he walked forward, unashamedly, to place a hand on the table next to the makeup.

“Why are you fucking with perfection?” Picking up the three tubes of lipsticks she had brought, he chose a burgundy color. “Wear this one.”

Taking the tube away from him, she set it back down on the table, feigning irritation. “Go away. I’ve seen better.”

A confident smirk showed he wasn’t buying her disinterest. He leaned down, his mouth close to her ear. “Maybe so, but I can guarantee you haven’t had better.”

His warm breath in her ear had her insides quivering. The man’s sex appeal was lethal, oozing out of every pore of his body.

Tilting her head to the side and back away from him, Jewell gave him a smirk of her own. “When it comes to experience, you’d have to get up early in the morning to beat me. Men don’t make it to my bed unless they’re good at seeing my needs are met.” Jewell let her eyes drop to the semi-hard erection he was sporting. “Nor do I have to pay.” Jewell let the insult drop without remorse.

“Ah … Firefly …” he drawled out slowly. “That was your mistake. You’ve only gotten what they wanted to give you. On the other hand, I’ll give you what you really want.”

“Now you’re an expert on me?” she scoffed. “How would you have any idea of what I want?”

“I ask.” His hand went to the tendril of hair that had fallen forward on the side of her face to twine it around a lone finger, pulling it taut. The slow burn on her scalp manifested itself elsewhere on her body.

Setting her eyeshadow down, she turned to face him fully. Jewell let her eyes travel over his body, arching a well-defined brow at his dick. “How much?”

The insult ready on her lips blew out of her mind when he stood to tower over her.

“Ask me again when you’re serious.”

While she stared at Rory as he walked to the bathroom, it was everything she could do not to rip her clothes off and follow him like a puppy in heat. She finished her makeup with shaky hands, then shoved the case back in her suitcase and zipped it closed.

Within two seconds flat, she was rushing out of the room to go the restaurant where The Last Riders were waiting. She knew her limits. If he had walked of the bathroom naked with her still in there, there was no fucking way she wouldn’t be taking out her wallet to pay him for the opportunity to dry him off. Hell, she wouldn’t even use a fucking a towel. How much would he charge for her to lick each scrumptious inch on his sculpted body?