Page 51 of Protected by the Biker (Grim Reaper MC)
“Honestly? It’s really not that interesting. It’s just a normal government job dealing with local politics.”
“So, you are a spy?” Carina laughed with a smile spreading across her face. I felt a pang of guilt hit my stomach and I easily lied to her.
“No, I’m not a spy.”
***
After we finished our meal we were headed back to her place. She placed her small hand in mine as we drove back, and I couldn’t help but feel a magnetic pull towards her. The whole time I was with her, I desperately tried to push back my feelings, but as the night wore on, my feelings for her had started to get more difficult to deny.
When we got in front of her house, I put the car in park and let it run idly as it seemed that we both hesitated the end that our night was coming to.
“So, um,” she said as she gathered her purse, “did you want to come in ….” I looked at her. I could tell she was uncomfortable with the question. It was fucking adorable how nervous she was.
I laughed and without thinking about the consequences I responded. “Yeah, I can come in for a minute.”
The moonlight shone down on us through the windshield, illuminating her smile. My heart flooded with emotion as I tried, with everything in me, to keep business separate from pleasure. I normally had a very good judge in character, and Carina didn’t seem anything but innocent. She didn’t come off as someone who was mixed up in the wrong shit. She just seemed like she was born into something that she didn’t want anything to do with.
As soon as we walked through the door, her lips crashed right to mine like opposite ends of a magnet. She kicked the door closed with her foot as it slammed shut, rattling a picture frame that hung on the wall right next to it. My hands immediately wrapped around her waist and I pulled her closer to me.
Our kiss intensified as I picked her up, wrapped her legs around my waist and walked back into her living room. I set her down on the couch and I pulled her blouse from over her head and quickly unclasped her bra. I kissed her again and then broke my mouth away and started to kiss down her neck. I reached her bare chest and cupped her breasts as I ran my tongue over her nipples. She moaned as her head dipped back.
I positioned her on her back, then ran my tongue down the middle of her chest and lingered around her belly button. Her breathing intensified as I unbuckled her pants and pulled them off of her. I made a trail of kisses from her belly button until I got to the edge of her panties. I could tell she was wet, as I gently rubbed my fingers over her through the lace fabric. I removed them, then slowly traced my tongue over her clit. Her hips rolled forward and her arms went up above her head. I continued to circle my tongue as she lifted her legs and put them on my shoulders. Her hand was placed on top of my head, guiding me through her the way she liked.
I licked her mound as I moved my fingers up and slowly entered her, and she moaned in the background.
“Oh, right there, right there,” she said, rolling her hips onto my tongue. I pushed my fingers in deeper as I flicked my tongue faster causing loud cries to escape her lips. I felt her body begin to shake as I started to move my fingers faster inside of her.
“God, yes Harrison!” she screamed.
Her moans grew louder and I felt her legs wrap tighter around my shoulders. My tongue flicked faster as I pushed another finger inside her and I felt her body shake uncontrollably as she fell over the edge.
When she was finished, I stood up and took my pants off, replacing the path of my tongue with the hardness of my cock. I teased her clit slightly as I moved my cock back and forth. She grabbed onto my arm.
“I need you inside me Harrison,” she moaned.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as I pinned her thick, juicy legs up on my shoulders, and I pushed my cock deep inside of her.
“Fuck!” she yelled out as I started to thrust. Her long fingernails dug deep into my arms as the stinging sensation added to the pleasure of her tight pussy squeezing my cock.
Her beautiful breasts bounced up and down as she held onto them, massaging her nipples as I gripped her hips tighter as I pounded my hips into hers. I grabbed her legs and pulled them off my shoulders. I pulled out and flipped her body over quickly while grabbing her hips and pulled them back into mine. Her back arched as I pulled her hips and continued to thrust into her. I reached my hand forward and grabbed a handful of her long hair and pulled her hair slightly back.
“God, yes!” she screamed.
I pumped my hips harder as I moved my hand from her hip around to her clit and started to move my fingers. I could feel her walls constrict around me as loud moans began to escape her lips.
“Come for me, Carina,” I said.
Her moans grew louder as I pounded her hips harder. I felt her body fall over the edge as she cried out and I felt my body constrict with hers. I pumped my hips one last time, as I released inside of her.
“Oh Harrison!” Carina screamed.
We collapsed on top of one another our bodies covered in a thin layer of sweat. I moved over to the side and pulled her body close to mine.
She nestled her head on top of my chest as I put my arm around her. As I felt her body nestle against mine I had no idea how the fuck I was going to do my job, especially now. I had already started falling for the daughter of the enemy and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Chapter 10
Carina
I laid in my bed after he left. I had just gotten out of the shower and I was intertwined with my bed sheets between my legs, reminiscing on the evening I just spent with Harrison.
He seemed to be everything I wanted in a man. Strong, sexy, smart and mysterious. Our chemistry was nothing short of perfect and everything he did always seemed like it was the right thing to do. I looked at my phone, scrolling through text messages that we both shared over the past few days. I found myself laughing out loud at some of the things that he said.
My parents would never agree to dating a ma
n like him, though. They wanted me to stay within the Italian bloodline and help keep the bloodline pure. They were sort of like nationalists, minus the racism. They did business with different cultures, but when it came down to marrying and dating, they were adamant about who I spent my time with and who I was allowed to marry. To a certain extent, they were trying to control my life, even though I had distanced myself from them as much as I could.
My father was much harder to please than my mother. Out of the two, she was the one who understood that love didn’t always confine itself to the same culture. Love chose the couple that it wanted to rest in between and most times, no human could control it.
I slid my phone onto my mattress and leaned my head back onto the pillow. It was 12:30 am when I shut my eyes. My phone rang, waking me up out of my sleep at almost 1 am.
“Hello?” I said in a raspy voice.
“Hey. I am sorry for waking you. I just wanted to let you know that I was home and I enjoyed my date with you,” Harrison said.
“I enjoyed my date with you, too. Probably more than I should have.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah. I mean,” I exhaled, “it’s complicated. I just want you to know that I like you and it has been a while since I felt this way about anyone.”
“I don’t see what is so complicated about that.”
“Yeah...” I looked across my room. The moonlight shot through my window like an extraterrestrial light, highlighting the picture of my parents that rested on top of my dresser. “My family, is complicated. I guess they are–”
“You don’t have to say anything about them, Carina.”
“No, I do. I want to be upfront with you because I expect the same thing from you. They have a problem with me dating outside of my Italian culture.”
