Page 129 of Protected by the Biker (Grim Reaper MC)
“Come here,” I heard him say, as abruptly as he had started working on my pussy.
Now he was pulling me over, turning me around to face him and quickly we got into position.
My legs were on either side of him now, I was striding him, my throbbing hot pussy rubbing against the coarse dark hair on his thighs. His cock was erect, straight up pointing at the ceiling. My eyes widened at the thought of having that inside me.
“Get on top of me, ride me, princess,” he said, in a soothing voice as his hands reached for my breasts. His fingers played with my nipples, twisting them, tugging at them…I was moaning loudly now, my curls flying with freedom on my back.
I gripped his biceps as tightly as I could, to lift my body up. Slowly, I descended down on him, watching his cock as it first gently grazed my pussy and then started firmly parting my folds.
We both moaned as I started to slide down, his cock sliding into me, deep inside as I lowered myself even further. He was big inside me, even bigger in this position and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to accommodate him fully. But I was so wet…so ready for him…that I pushed myself down. His cock was inside me, his full length, and I hurled myself forward. My breasts swung over his face, my hair falling in a tumble on either side and Hunter held on to my hips.
I was desperate to make him come. I wanted him to burst inside me and I started rocking. My breasts shook as I rode him, and he sought out my nipples. I watched in ecstasy as his mouth latched on to my left breast and then the right, sucking on my nipples while I moved on top of him.
Hunter wasn’t the one in charge now, I was, and I bounced on him, thrusting myself forward and then slipping up. The more I did, the tighter his grip on my hips got and I knew it wouldn’t be long now. Our labored heavy breaths mingled, his mouth was hanging open while he watched me push him towards coming.
“Come with me, princess,” Hunter said hoarsely and I could see that he had already lost himself. I bit down on my lip, watching him with glazed eyes as I allowed myself to give up.
We came together, my juices flooding out of me and on his cock while he shot into me with force. Hunter growled, gripping my hips tightly as his body revolted, shaking and shuddering as he emptied himself into me. I was gasping for air, still bouncing up and down his cock till my orgasm started receding too.
By the time it was over, we were both breathing hard, laughing, and my curls were pasted to my forehead with sweat.
Hunter leaned forward and caught my lips with his mouth. I tumbled on to his chest and his cock slipped smoothly out of my exhausted pussy. We kissed tenderly, and then he stroked my damp forehead to clear the curls away.
“You are so fucking gorgeous, Kylie,” he breathed into my ear when we parted. I smiled as I rested my head on his chest, snuggling into his arms. He was still fully clothed, except for his jeans which were down to his ankles now and I was surrounded by his masculine earthy scent.
We lay like that for a while, entangled in each other’s arms, my face on his chest, his chest heaving with tiredness. We both had a very long day.
Hunter’s fingers were in my hair now, he was playing with my curls and then suddenly, he used his hands to lift my face up to him.
We were peering into each other’s eyes; his blue ones were stormy again. I noticed that his gaze had fallen on the bruise on my jaw and I knew what he was thinking. Hunter’s fingers slowly traced the shape of the bruise and then stroked my lip which had stopped bleeding by now.
I covered his hand with mine, smiling at him because I wanted to. I didn’t think I would ever want to smile again, but Hunter had this effect on me.
“I’ll be fine, Hunter…thank you for everything you’ve done for Carter and me,” I said in a soft reassuring voice. He was still studying the bruise, looking at my face.
“I wanted to kill him, Kylie. I wanted him to pay for what he’s done to you,” he said and I noticed how his voice had turned hoarse again. I reached over and kissed the tip of his sharp pointed nose and smiled again.
“But you didn’t and I’m so thankful that you didn’t. I love you,” I said and we were clinging to each other again, with enough force that nothing could tear us apart.
“I fucking love you, Kylie,” I heard him breathe into my ear. I had no doubt that he did.
CHAPTER 22
Kylie
Marco was doing so much better.
I was back at the VA, back in my scrubs and I was helping Marco walk with the help of the levers. I kept a firm grip on his shoulders while he dragged his limp leg but today, there was a marked difference in his demeanor. It was almost like he was determined to show me that he was willing to work hard and push himself to get better.
When I saw that the veins on his temples were swollen, I told him it was enough and helped him sit back down on his wheelchair.
“Is the group meeting helping?” I asked him, while I filled in notes in my ledger. Marco was still panting from the exertion but now he was smiling as well.
“You know, I only agreed to go to those things to give Hunter and you some alone time. I figured that the more you thought I was accepting your help, the better my pal would have a chance with you,” he said, as I signed my name at the bottom of Marco’s progress report.
When I looked up at him, he was still smiling.
“That’s a messed-up reasoning, but I’m glad something made you do it, whatever it was,” I said, returning his smile. Marco seemed like he was in a much better mood today.
“Hunter isn’t the world’s biggest talker, but something tells me that the two of you have something going on,” he said and I walked up to him and placed my hands on my hips.
“I can’t divulge any of his secrets,” I said, my eyes twinkling with excitement. Only last night, I was lying in Hunter’s arms, falling asleep on his couch and then he woke me up in a few hours again to have sex. It was like we couldn’t get enough of each other. Marco could see the flush on my face and the wide grin that I couldn’t hide and he knew.
“You don’t have to say the actual words, I can figure it out myself thank you very much,” he said and I bit down on my lip to hide my thrill.
That was when the d
oors of the therapy room burst open and the man I was in love with, walked in. He was back in his leather jacket, hadn’t bothered to shave and the first thing I noticed about him was the patch. I didn’t care anymore. Hunter wore it like a badge of honor and that was all that mattered to me.
Instead of acknowledging his friend, Hunter walked straight up to me and pulled me into his arms for a long passionate kiss. His fingers weaved through my hair, his free hand shrugged up my scrubs so that the small of my back was on full display. Hunter was kissing me like there was nobody else in the room but us. When he finally pulled away from me, our lips parted with a loud smack.
“Whoa. Save her some breath, brother!” Marco commented and Hunter walked over to land a friendly thump on his shoulder.
“How is he doing, Kylie?” Hunter asked me, his blue eyes were twinkling and he had a happy grin on his face. Whatever it was that had put Hunter in a good mood, I was loving it! It was a fresh change from his usual broody gruff demeanor.
“A lot better now that I have evidence of what’s going on between you two!” Marco said, wheeling himself away from us like he wanted to give us some privacy.
Hunter smirked at his friend and then looked at me again.
“Are you off now?” he asked and I nodded my head, still reeling from the shock of seeing him so excited and happy.
“Marco was my last client of the day, as always. But I have to pick up Carter,” I said and Hunter came closer to me and drew me in with his hand on my jaw. He was peering straight into my eyes and I knew that something was up. There had to be a particular reason why he was so excited about everything.
“Okay, we’ll pick Carter up, drop him to your place and get your neighbor to babysit him for a few hours,” Hunter exclaimed and I furrowed my brows in confusion.
