by Lexy Timms
Her body met his. Her lips parted and his tongue slipped between her lips to tease hers before it darted away again. Her breath hitched in and out of her chest as his lips pressed more firmly onto hers, fusing their mouths together. His hands ran down her back, his fingers pressing into the high knobs of her spine. Her pelvis tilted upward and met his. His hardness pressed against her body, awakening more lust in her body. The almost primitive reaction she had for him startled her even as it aroused her. His scent filled her nose and his hands drifted lower until he was cupping her ass cheeks.
Her nipples brushed against his shirt, the fabric rubbing against them in a maddening way. She ached to free them from the confines of the shirt, to let his mouth wander over them until they rose into even stiffer peaks.
The wind picked up, ruffling the water and causing the air to turn chilly, but neither of them noticed, they were too caught up in the moment. His mouth left her mouth and went to her neck, his teeth nibbling gently before biting slightly harder, bringing a little moan from her lips.
Katie tilted her head back and their mouths met again. His hands slid to her waist, the weight and heat of them felt so right on her skin that she shivered. His hands seemed made for her skin, designed to fit perfectly against her curves and angles. His fingers slid her top upward, baring her toned belly to the night air.
Her sweater and shirt came off, exposing the silky fabric of her bra. Her breasts threatened to overspill the cups and as soon as his clever fingers found the little clasp between them and loosed it, they did spill free, right into his hands.
Katie’s fingers went to his thick hair. Her back arched and she whimpered as his fingers slid up the span of her ribs then down again, his fingers slipping below the edge of her pants, lying against the dampened crotch of her panties. Her breath caught and held but then he moved his hand. He pressed his palm against her mound and pressed hard.
They went to the ground, their limbs tangling in the thick, tangled grass. The sound of frogs and crickets rang out around them and Katie whimpered as her hand found his hardness below the denim of his jeans then released it from behind the zipper of his fly. It sprang into her hand, hard and erect.
He moved on top of her, shedding his clothes and helping her out of hers. He found a condom in his wallet and placed it on his stiff length quickly, his hand clumsy in his eagerness.
Liquid heat exploded into her body as his mouth moved down, across her skin, then found her soaked center. He rose above her, his hands tangling into her hair and loosening it from the knot on her head. Her hair covered her face as he entered her, hard and fast. His hand slid her hair away so he could look down into her eyes as she met every thrust and withdraw with one of her own.
Katie came, her legs wrapping around his waist and she felt him come too. They lay there, their bodies cooling quickly while the sounds of the lake echoed all around them.
Morgan cuddled her close for a few minutes and then chuckled. “I have to admit I hadn’t expected this to happen, but I sure as hell don’t regret it.”
“Me either.”
They lay another moment catching their breath before the cool night air had them both shivering. They sat up and dressed quickly. Morgan took her hand and they began to walk around the lake, not speaking much.
Finally, Katie couldn’t bear the silence. “So you’re a real biker.”
His lips twitched. “Define real.”
“I mean, you don’t go to an office job during the week and then hang out at the bar on the weekends.”
He shook his head. “No, but a lot of the guys have jobs. It isn’t wrong to have a job, even if you are a biker.”
“That’s good to know. It might be hard to collect a pension from the highway.”
Morgan laughed. “It would be, yes, unless you worked for the highway department.”
“Exactly.” She bent down and picked a small wildflower and tucked it behind her ear. “Did you always want to ride bikes?”
“Always. When I was a kid there were some bikers who lived down the street from one of the foster homes I was in and I used to hang around there most days, nights too. I love the honor that bikers have. It’s not a kind of honor most people would ever understand, or want to. I respect the code and still remember the feel of the wind on my skin when one of them would take me for a ride. I loved everything about it then, and still now.” He smiled, almost embarrassed to be telling her. “Mostly I fell in love with the freedom of the bike.”
“I can see why you would.” There was a trace of sadness in her voice and she cleared her throat, trying to hide it.
“Haven’t you ever felt the need to just be really free?”
Her laugh was jagged. “Oh I feel it, all the time. I just don’t think it is ever going to be a possibility.”
“It’s not that hard to be free. You just have to decide you are.”
She sighed. “I wish it were that easy. Family can be a pain sometimes.” She thought about hers and wished for one night she didn’t have to consider them. “I’m sorry, did you say you were a foster kid?”
He shrugged. “Yeah, when I was seven my folks decided four kids was three kids too many so they divested themselves of three of us. My sister was a baby so she was adopted right away, and my brother…”
His voice trailed off.
Katie swallowed hard. Brother. The very word was hard for her to say. She kept her mouth closed, afraid to ask for fear he would ask her if she had siblings. She hastily changed the subject. “Orphans. That’s what your jacket says. Is that why?”
“Yes. Me and some of the guys have been together since we were young. We grew up in the same system so we were already brothers of a sort long before we all started to ride.”
“So you just made your own ga…club.”
“Club, yes. We created our own. We rode with a few others, but we never really connected so we decided to go our own way.”
She tossed him what she hoped was a sexy smile. “You always go your own way, don’t you?”
“Damn right.”
Katie nodded. “I envy you.”
They had walked around the lake by that time, and she eyed the monstrously large bike. “I should get back. I…”
“You’re housesitting.”
“Yes.” Her lips thinned.
Morgan looked at her, suddenly uneasy. He could tell she was lying, she knew it. For some reason unknown to her, he decided not to ask. “Look. There’s no guarantee I’ll see you again. Can we just enjoy tonight and take it for what it is? Just a night?”
She nodded and smiled. He was sexy, hot and practical. No strings. Exactly what she needed right now.
“Let’s get on my bike.” Once he was on, he motioned for her to join him.
Her body pressed against his again and he let her get comfortable before cranking up and riding away into the night.
CHAPTER 5
Two days later, Katie’s cell phone rang just as she walked through her front door. Morgan’s number showed on the screen and she quickly slid the call-answer button.
“Guess what,” he said.
She blinked, her heart racing at the sound of his rough, husky voice. “What?”
“I found his owner.”
She stared at her living room wall, confused for a moment. Then it hit her. “The dog! You found his owner!”
“I did. I’m taking him over there now. Do you wanna ride along? I go right by your place.” The dog barked in the background, as if pleading for her to come say goodbye.
She bit her bottom lip and stared at the pile of paperwork she had brought home with her to take care of. It had to be done, and she knew it. She also needed to shower and find an appropriate outfit for the little cocktail party she was supposed to attend later tonight. She had to attend the cocktail party. Her father would freakin’ flip if she skipped it.
“I’d love to.” The words rushed out before she could stop them. “I’ll meet you at the same spot if that’s okay. I need to c
hange real fast.”
“Sounds great. See you in twenty.” He hung up. His voice revealed nothing, no excitement for her saying yes or resentment for asking him to meet her at the same spot outside her place. It drove her crazy that she couldn’t read him. It had also driven her nuts that she hadn’t been able to get him off of her mind —both day and night.
Katie stared at the phone. She couldn’t go on a dog-returning mission. She had to get dressed for that party, and she had to go whether she wanted to or not. No choice in the matter.
Except she was going.
With Morgan.
She dashed into the bedroom, changed into some jeans and a jacket. She took off the extremely expensive jewelry she had worn to work, touched up her make-up and hair and then dashed for the front door.
Morgan was already waiting at the corner for her. She recognized the car he’d been driving the night they had nearly collided near the park. She opened the passenger door and jumped inside. The dog sat in the front seat but cheerfully moved over when she climbed in. He sat up erect and proud, his tail wagging at fifty miles an hour. Katie patted him affectionately, getting a few licks in return.
She looked over at Morgan. His beautiful blue eyes met hers with an amused look. His hair was mussed and tousled. He looked like he had just climbed out of bed and her heart pounded. He exuded sex, and her body reacted instantly, like every other time she was around him.
“Hi,” she said as they eased back into traffic and headed away from her neighborhood.
“Hi there. You look great.”
She laughed. “I was just thinking the same thing about you. Where are we headed?”
“Over to Winslow.”
Her mouth dropped open. “The retirement village?”
“Yes. It seems Reilly here was a service dog, and his owner hasn’t had the heart to replace him.”
“Oh. Didn’t you say there were others with him?”
Morgan nodded. “Two must have been there for years. They are in really bad shape. One might have to be put to sleep. It’s that bad, but if anyone can keep her alive it’s Clive.”
“Someone needs to do the same thing to those people that they did to those dogs,” she said hotly.
Morgan smiled grimy. “I wouldn’t worry about them if I were you.”
The woman who had called to claim Reilly was on the porch of one of the small townhouses. Her face was mostly covered by thick dark glasses and she held a long leash in one hand. As soon as the truck stopped, Reilly was out and off like a shot. He bounded up to the woman who whispered, “Oh there you are.” Her hand went to his head. He sat immediately and she patted him gently.
Morgan and Katie walked up.
The woman smiled. “That is him. I would know him anywhere.” She knelt and hugged the big dog as sweetly as if he was a baby and he let out a gusty sigh and leaned against her body, whining softly. “I’m so sorry Reilly,” she said softly. “I’m sorry. They took him nearly two weeks ago, and I know he was…well, not treated well. How much was his vet bill?”
Morgan said, “There’s no charge. How did they get him?”
“I had a new assistant. She let him out unattended while I was in the shower. I think she actually pushed him out because he knows far better than to go out alone. I fired that girl, and fast. She swore he went out but I have a camera in the house and I heard her tell him to go, and she didn’t say it nicely. So he was alone out there and somebody just scooped him up. Thank you for bringing him back to me.”
“I’m glad I could help,” Morgan said softly.
Reilly reached for the leash, tugging at it gently with his teeth.
Morgan said, “I got him a new collar and all, but he will likely need to have his tags replaced.”
Katie watched with a lump in her throat and the dog pranced eagerly as his owner clipped the leash to his collar. As soon as she did he went to her left and sat, his head high and his gaze alert.
They chatted idly with the elderly lady, declined politely the offer for tea as it was clear Reilly wanted to walk with his master.
As they got into the car Katie said, “You are an amazing man.”
Morgan lifted a dark brow. “How so?”
“Most people would not have cared about a bunch of dogs, much less finding the owner of one of them.”
“I’m not most people.”
Her heart fluttered it beat so fast. “No, you aren’t. You are nothing like most people.”
“Have you eaten?”
She shook her head.
“How do you feel about pizza and beer?”
“I feel good about pizza and beer,” she said with a grin, ignoring the fact that she should be getting ready for the business party. “Really good, actually.”
**
He took her to a dive of a restaurant where they had super greasy pizza and draft beer. It was one of the best meals Katie had enjoyed in a long time. Morgan kept the conversation light, trying to get her to laugh.
Afterward he drove her to her place. They sat awkwardly for a moment in the car as he parked in a visitor parking spot. Should she kiss him now? Or invite him upstairs and kiss him then? Did he want to kiss her? “Do you want to come upstairs?”
He raised an eyebrow and asked, “Won’t you get in trouble?”
Desire that had been brewing all night threatened to overwhelm her. She knew it was foolish to invite him up but she had to. Her body clamored for his touch, and she hoped he felt the same powerful tug of ardor. If not, she’d be embarrassing herself. Horniness won over the risk of shame. “No, not at all.” She grinned wickedly. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”
They entered the building and got into the elevator. Morgan whistled as they flew upward. “Wow.”
“Yeah. It’s nice but…”
“Cold?”
She nodded, grateful to hear someone else say what she always thought. “Exactly. The feel of the building and also, it is freakin’ freezing! Literally, I mean! I always think I need an extra coat just to get in the elevator.”
“How long are you housesitting?” Morgan ran his fingers along the expensive wood paneling inside the elevator.
“Not long.” She pressed her lips together. She hated to lie under any circumstance, however, somehow lying to Morgan felt worse. “It just works out right now because I don’t really have my own place yet.”
There. That was the truth. Mostly anyway.
She unlocked her apartment and smiled nervously as she opened the door.
Morgan shook his head. “Great view.”
She nodded toward the huge windows overlooking the city before turning to face him. “It is pretty. Would you like…” Her words trailed off when a hot kiss sent her senses reeling. Morgan obviously hadn’t been looking out the window. Katie’s tongue traced along his bottom lip. His tongue thrust into her mouth before slowly leaving as his lips created sensations of delicious kisses down her jaw and neck, leaving a trail of sensitive skin begging to be touched again. He then moved along her shoulder blade, biting the top of her blouse back with his teeth so he could get to her flesh.
Katie placed her hands on his shoulders, gripping him tightly as her body took on a mind of its own, grinding her narrow hips eagerly against his growing erection. She begged him, moaning as she whispered, “Fuck me, please.”
They stumbled to the living room couch. Katie didn’t even notice the deeply impersonal feel of the room, all she noticed was his body, the feel of his fiery touch against her. His thickened flesh grazed her hip through his jeans as he undid the buttons on her blouse and pulled it away from her body. He hiked her pants down. She sucked in a hard breath when he stepped back to see her in the black lace bra and matching thong. She shivered with pleasure as his eyes raked over her.
“You are damn beautiful!” Morgan whistled, the look in his eyes holding her in her spot.
“Take yours off,” she demanded in a low, husky voice that seemed to shake with desire.
He cast her
a cocky half grin as he reached over his shoulders and pulled his grey t-shirt off. The tattoos on his tanned arms and upper chest seemed to vibrate with color. As he reached for the belt holding his jeans, she ran a finger lightly over the clawed wings of the heart inked in the center of his muscular chest. Goosebumps rose on his skin as she touched him. He let his jeans and boxer-briefs fall to the floor.
“Cursed and loved?” she murmured quietly as she read the word ‘cursed’ over the one wing and ‘loved’ over the wing above his own heart. The inked heart bore three knives stabbed through it. She wanted to ask him what it meant, but she wanted his erection in her hand more.
When she moved to take him in her hand, however, he shook his head and reached for her, his fingers spreading over her derriere as he lifted her by her hips and dropped her on the couch.
His thumbs curled around the thin strap of her thong hugging her hips and he pulled it off.
Katie threw her head back against a cushion, trying to grip the black leather beneath her, the feel of the soft leather only adding to the sensation. She dug her bare heels into the end of the couch so she could push her hips up. Sliding his hands underneath her bottom Morgan tilted her hips higher, angling them where he wanted so his tongue could delve deep into her.
She nearly screamed out from the rocketing emotions that shattered through her nearly instantly as he thrust his tongue harder and faster against her.
Heated liquids spilled from her body and her fingers reached to bury themselves into his dark hair, curling tightly as he continued to torment her in the sweetest way possible. Her cries became pleas for release again.
Just before she came again he moved his body forward suddenly and drove into her in one long smooth thrust that sent her over the edge and into a shuddering afterglow.
His body moved against hers. The smell of their lovemaking rose on the air. His hands caressed her body and her legs wrapped around him. His back, the long smooth muscles of it, rose to meet her questing fingertips. She could feel the thin sheen of sweat cover his body and tasted her own juices on his lips and tongue.