Page 41 of Eight Bikers' Heir
Aisling nodded in agreement as she reached up to place her hand on my cheek.
“Take me home,” she said.
I turned my head and kissed her palm before helping her up. With the photo in her hand, I led her back out to my bike and helped her on behind me before taking us back to the courthouse for some much-needed rest. Even one little outing could tire her out, so I didn’t keep her out for long.
Plus, I was wary about Hornets possibly seeing us. I would fight like hell to protect her and the baby, but I was also realistic. I couldn’t fight off a group of Hornets by myself. It was best for us to stay in the clubhouse as much as possible unless there was a group of us with her.
“Oh, ouch,” Aisling muttered as she got off the bike and started tenderly walking toward the back door of the clubhouse.
“Your feet hurt again?” I asked as I walked up behind her.
Aisling nodded with a groan.
“I’m so tired of aching. Feels like I’m an eighty-year-old woman,” she grumbled as she hobbled a little.
Not on my watch. I scooped her up bridal style and carried her to the couch, gently setting her down on the right side. After taking off my jacket, gloves, and boots, I sat on the left side and gently worked off her black tennis shoes with extra support in them. They only did so much to alleviate the pain, though.
“Lie back,” I told her.
“You spoil me too much,” Aisling said as she rested her head on the arm of the couch, watching me with an amused glint in her eyes.
I smirked and started gently massaging her feet, working my thumbs into her heel and the middle of her arch. I could already feel her starting to relax, and I could definitely hear how good it felt as a soft moan broke from her.
“I don’t hear you ever complaining,” I commented.
“Hell no,” Aisling laughed before letting her eyes flutter shut. “Not when it feels too good.”
I could make her feel very good. I glanced down when I felt her free foot press into my thigh. Almost teasingly. I focused on massaging her right foot until her left foot got quite close to the front of my dark jeans. I switched feet, grabbing her left foot before it could press against my slowly hardening cock. She had to be doing this on purpose.
Aisling subtly licked her lips as she did the same thing with her right foot, this time pressing the side of her foot against the head of my cock. She smiled to herself and rolled her neck back, exposing the slope of her throat that I wanted to wrap my fingers around.
My hands started working their way up her legs, massaging her calves and her thighs. I turned over and crawled up her body, hooking my fingers in the waist of her black leggings and panties to tug them off her.
Aisling pulled her band shirt and bra off, leaning back on her elbows as she gazed down at me with pure desire in her eyes.
I kissed the inside of her thighs before brushing my tongue over her clit, working through her folds. Her thighs tried to tighten around my head, but I pushed them apart, situating myself between her legs. She tasted addicting, encouraging me to drift my tongue over her from top to bottom. I teased her entrance with the tip of my tongue and caressed her clit with the flat of it, not holding back in the slightest.
Aisling gripped my hair, lifting her hips to chase my tongue. She released a weak moan, resting her heel on the back of my shoulder. The way her body and face contorted in pleasure fired me up even more, coaxing me to slip a finger inside of her under my tongue.
“Oh…” she gasped as her eyes fluttered shut.
I worked my finger deep, curling and thrusting before adding another finger into the mix. Increasing my pace with my fingers, I lapped at her clit, hitting her with two sources of pleasure that had her writhing under me.
“Come on, baby. Fall apart for me,” I told her. “I can feel you squeezing my fingers. You’re so close.”
“Hayden… fuck…” Aisling moaned before her body tensed. She let out a broken cry of bliss before erupting in shakes.
I dragged my tongue over her one more time, feeling her shudder from the sensitivity. I couldn’t help myself. She just tasted so damn good.
“You’re so sexy. You know that?” I said as I hovered over her.
Aisling smiled and cupped my erection through my jeans.
“Show me,” she told me as she undid my pants. “I want you so bad.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice. As much as I wanted to hear her beg, I couldn’t wait. I needed to be inside of her. After stripping my clothes off, I pulled her legs around my waist as I slowly buried my cock in her.
“Fuck, how do you feel so good?” I groaned once I was fully sheathed inside. We both took a second to adjust before I started thrusting into her, building up a deep, hard pace that had her pleased sounds echoing throughout the clubhouse. I could play those noises on a loop and never grow tired of them.