Page 5 of Biker Orc Baby Daddy
I tilt my head back further, exposing the line of my throat. Ridge's breath hitches, and then his mouth is there, hot and open against my skin. His teeth graze my collarbone, and I shudder, my hands flying up to tangle in his hair.
It's softer than I expected. Thick and silky, and he makes a low, rough sound when I tug.
"Sis," he growls against my skin, and the nickname sends a fresh wave of heat through me.
"Ridge," I gasp back, because I need to say his name, need to hear it between us like a promise.
His hands slide down to cup my ass, lifting me against him. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he groans, the sound vibrating through both of us.
"Fuck," he mutters, and then his mouth is on mine, hot and demanding.
I kiss him back just as hard, my tongue tangling with his. He tastes like whiskey and something darker, earthy and rich. His hands are everywhere,my back, my ass, tangling in my hair, and I can't get close enough, can't get enough.
We're barely dancing anymore. Just grinding against each other, our bodies moving in a rhythm older than music. His cock is hard against my stomach, and I rock against him, needing the friction, needingmore.
He breaks the kiss with a groan. "We should stop."
I pull back just enough to meet his gaze. "Do you want to stop?"
His jaw works. "No."
"Then don't." I lean in and nip at his lower lip. "Take me somewhere."
His hands flex on my ass, and for a second, I think he's going to argue. Then he's moving, carrying me toward the patio door like I weigh nothing. The cool night air hits my skin as we step outside, but Ridge's body shields me from the worst of it.
His bike is parked near the entrance, a sleek black machine that looks like it was built for speed. He sets me down just long enough to grab a helmet from the handlebars and settle it over my head, his fingers brushing my cheeks as he fastens the strap.
"Hold on tight," he murmurs, and then he's swinging a leg over the bike, pulling me on behind him.
I encircle my arms around his body, pressing close. The engine roars to life between my thighs, and then we're moving, the wind rushing past us as Ridge weaves through the quiet streets.
It's exhilarating. Freeing. I laugh, the sound torn from me by the wind and the speed and the sheer, wild joy of it.
Ridge's body vibrates with a chuckle of his own. "You like that?"
"God, yes," I shout back, and he guns the engine in response, sending us flying down the road.
We don't go far. Just a few miles to a motel on the outskirts of town, a low-slung building with a flickering neon sign that readsVacancy. Ridge pulls into a spot near the office, killing the engine and swinging off the bike in one smooth motion.
He helps me off, his hands lingering on my waist. "You sure about this?"
I look up at him, at the strong line of his jaw, the fullness of his lips, the way his body seems to radiate heat even in the cool night air. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
His answering smile is slow and heated, and then he's tugging me toward the office, his hand warm and sure in mine.
The clerk barely looks up as we enter, too busy watching something on his phone. Ridge slides a credit card across the counter, and a few minutes later, we're standing outside a door marked12, a keycard in Ridge's hand.
He opens the door and pulls me inside, kicking it shut behind us.
The room is small but clean, the bed neatly made, the air smelling faintly of lemon cleaner. Ridge backs me up against the door, his body pinning mine, and then his mouth is on mine again, hot and demanding.
I kiss him back just as hard, my hands flying up to tangle in his hair. He groans, the sound vibrating through both of us, and then his hands are on my ass, lifting me.
I wrap my legs around his torso, grinding against him, needing the friction, needingmore. He walks us toward the bed, laying me down gently before following me down, his body covering mine.
"Last chance to change your mind," he murmurs against my lips.
I arch up into him. "Not a chance."
