Biker Babe in Black by Debra Kayn Read Free Book Online Page A

containment of her wild tresses.
    Remy listened to every little sound of pleasure Margie released. He held the pillow over his head and groaned. He might have to go take another cold shower. The one he took after he left Margarine for the night didn’t help his lust for her disappear.
    A blood-curdling scream reached Remy. Margarine! He threw the pillow to the floor and raced out of his room.
    The bathroom door flew open and banged against the counter, and Remy screeched to a stop. Margarine, in all her naked glory, pressed her body up tight to the glass shower door. Remy ran his hand through his hair at the panic and pain etched on her face.
    She yelled, but Remy didn’t understand what she said.
    He punched the buttons on the panel and opened the door. Squished up against the door, Margie lost her balance, and he grabbed her around the waist.
    “Wa…water…” she chattered, her chin gaining a life of its own.
    “What about the water?”
    Her breasts squashed against Remy’s bare chest. He didn’t follow her words, only knew all his blood traveled the super highway down to his dick.
    Margie wrapped her legs and arms around him and clung on. He enjoyed her imitation of a monkey on a tree. The cold temperature of her body emphasized how hot his body was at that moment.
    His chest emitted heat rays, and Margarine wiggled against him, desperately trying to find the warmest spot. He adjusted his hold on her and planted his hands on her ass.
    “Remy?” Margarine stopped her wiggles.
    “Yeah?” He replied, his voice low and husky.
    The bubbles from the shampoo in her hair ran down both of them and threatened Remy’s grip.
    “Don’t let go of me, okay?”
    She might have stopped her movements, but shivers still racked her body. Remy held her tight and half wished she’d let him warm her up his way.
    “I won’t let you go, Margarine.” He brought one hand up off her ass and wrote the shape of an X with his finger across her back. “I promise.”
    “Where you ever really a Boy Scout?”
    Her mouth brushed his ear, and the hairs on his neck rose.
    “Yeah.” He returned his hand to her butt.
    “I know I’ll have to get off you, but I’m not sure how to do that without you seeing my…” She shrugged, “things.”
    “Your things?” His voice cracked. Every movement from Margarine sent an electric current through him.
    If Margarine could read his mind, she would realize the blueprints of her “things” had already imprinted themselves on his brain. No way would he ever forget those perfect, melon-sized breasts of hers plastered against the glass door.
    “I don’t know what happened in there.” Remy knew her body warmed since she no longer shivered quite so bad.
    “One minute I was enjoying a nice hot shower, and then the water turned ice cold.” She tightened her arms around his neck. “When I tried to get out, the stupid door wouldn’t open.”
    Margarine’s body slipped, and Remy used his hands to hitch her up. He clenched his teeth, afraid if she dropped any further down she’d discover his “thing.”
    “You have to program the shower for how long you expect to take one, and at what temperature.” Remy cleared his throat. “You must have pushed the buttons to take a cold shower after a certain amount of minutes.”
    “Oh.” She nodded. “Are you feeling my ass?”
    Hell yeah, he groped her ass. From the size of it, she carried enough ass for both his hands. “Sorry, I thought you were slipping.” I’m a liar.
    “Walk backwards two feet.” She kept a death grip around his neck.
    Remy stepped back. One of Margarine’s arms loosened its hold on him, and he realized she was reaching for the towel hung on the wall. For a brief moment, he wanted more than anything to step back to the middle of the bathroom away from any towels.
    “Promise me when I tell you to close your eyes, you will keep them closed?”
    He nodded.
    “Close your eyes”
    He closed his eyes. The damn Boy Scout in him