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“Okay, I’ll meet you,” Brooke said, releasing my hand and walking away.

I stood and watched with appreciation how fucking good she looked in those shorts. Perfect ass held up by those sexy long legs shit just watching her walk turned me on. I can’t imagine what will happen when I finally have her under me.

“I take it Brooke is feeling better?” Doc asked with a chuckle walking up beside me.

“Brooke is done being in bed. We are going to head into town for a bite to eat.”

“She should be fine; Brooke is tough, that much I gathered when taking care of her. Enjoy your evening,” Doc said, slapping me on the back and walking away. Doc was one closed-off brother. Never used to be that way, but a few years ago, he became Nomad and hit the road for a year, and when he came back, he was different.

I better get my bike, or Brooke is going to beat me out front, I thought as I headed out the back door and to the garage. I straddled the seat, rolled my baby outside, and then down the hill to the front door of the clubhouse to see Brooke already standing there, having put on a sweater and let her hair out of the high ponytail it was in and put it in a braid instead.

I forgot Brooke would be a seasoned rider, having grown up in a clubhouse. I don’t know why but I was feeling jealous of the thought of her on the back of another bike. I rolled to a stop in front of her.

“Swing those sexy legs behind me,” I said with a lazy grin handing her a shiny deep blue dome helmet I had picked up from the Harley shop the other day. It reminded me of her eyes.

I put my helmet on while she got situated behind me. Brooke was only the second woman to ride on my bike. The other had been Mary almost six years ago, and that hadn’t been a pleasure ride.

Far from it.

Brooke placed her hands on my shoulders, causing me to turn my head and give her a look. “Is that really where you gonna put your hands, sweetheart?” I grumbled, pulling her arms around my midsection. “Feel free to let your hands roam; I won’t mind.”

“I hope you’re not all talk and no action,” she quipped, her tongue licking my ear and causing my cock to twitch.

“Trust me, crystal eyes, you’ve never had the kind of action I’m gonna bring,” I declared before gunning the bike and taking off, wishing I had just taken her straight to bed. But also, knowing that’s where we’re gonna end up or not, Brooke is moving her hands down the front of my body, teasing me. If she doesn’t stop, I’m pulling over and fucking her on my bike.

Either way, it doesn’t matter to me.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

I COULD TELLLenny was a very sexual guy by our encounters, so I knew I was playing with fire by teasing him, but for all that was holy, I couldn’t stop myself from running my hands along his chest and thighs, just skirting the bulge in his jeans while running my lips down his neck just to torment him. Of course, it’s his fault for being so damn good-looking and being the guy I had always dreamed about, a man who was loving and protective.

A rare commodity in my world.

And he always included Gael when talking about the future. I wanted so much for Gael to have a man he could look up to in his life.

I ran my hands up his chest and grazed my teeth along his neck. Lenny swerved the bike onto a dirt road and then came to a stop behind a row of trees, pulling his helmet from his head and turning to me. “Time to pay up for all that teasing,” he growled, getting off the bike and holding his hand for me to follow.

I threw my leg over the seat and stood in front of him, taking my hand and running it down his chest hooking my fingers in the waistband of his jeans, my eyes holding his. “Who’s teasing?”

Lenny’s eyes darkened with arousal at my words. He jerked me to his chest, his mouth coming down on mine. His kiss was possessive as his tongue played with mine; Lenny was one damn good kisser, and my toes curled as his tongue explored my mouth. Finally, he pulled back, his gaze intense. “I want to fuck you over my bike, yeah?” I’m not sure if it was a question or a statement.

“Yeah,” I breathed, pulling my sweater off. I wanted him so much right now. I’ve never been this forward in my life when it came to sex, but there is something about Lenny that drives me wild.

He stood back, crossing his arms over his chest. “Strip for me, Brooke,” he commanded, his voice husky, his eyes bright.

Now, this was something I had never done before, and I was nervous, but at the same time, I liked how he looked at me, which gave me the confidence to do it.

I pulled the tank top over my head before slowly unfastening my pink bra; I had to remember to thank Sophia for giving me sexy bra and panties. I was a little self-conscious of my boob size; I was only a B-cup, but Lenny’s eyes were razor focused on what I had just uncovered, I made quick work of my sandals and shorts, but when I went to remove my panties, he stopped me.

“Leave them on for now,” he ordered, his voice thick, as he took his cut off, laying it down, and then pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it on the ground. Exposing some seriously hot tattoo work over layers of muscle. “Go bend over my bike, elbows on the seat.”

I didn’t hesitate and bent over the bike, balancing myself with my elbows; my panties were so wet; I had never been this turned on. I heard the rustle of clothing as he removed his jeans. I snuck a glance under my arms; my breath caught; Lenny was naked, and I saw his hard body covered in artwork. When he turned, I saw The Devil’s House brand covered his back, and both legs had a full sleeve design I couldn’t quite make out that went straight up and covered his ass, and his cock was thick and long, and I swear I drooled a little bit.

Shit, that’s hot!

“I see you peaking, you naughty girl,” he said, walking up behind me, his hands going to cup my ass cheeks, squeezing them while kicking my legs apart and stepping in between them. “Do you like looking at my cock, crystal eyes?” I nodded my head, but that wasn’t good enough. “Answer me,” he growled, smacking my ass.

“Yeah, I like it,” I gave a breathless reply. I never took myself for wanting to be spanked, but right now, I’m thinking, bring it on.