BITTER SWEET CRAVINGS (The Kingsmen MC Book 6) by Tara Oakes Read Free Book Online Page B

than it already has the potential to be. I have a lot to make up for with her… I’m not going to risk her bolting to get the hell away from you, losing the chance to do just that.”
    I finish the bottle.
    I feel the warmth trickle and spread outward from my throat and deep into the far recesses of my body. My lips, my tongue, begin to tingle and are curiously close to going numb.
    My president watches me for a reaction. When he doesn’t get the exact one he’s looking for- an agreement- he settles instead for a lack of a dis agreement.
    I feel my eyelids growing heavy, and closing, only to have me fight against it to try to focus on the old man.
    “All right, then. Good talk.”
    He claps the tabletop with his open palms lightly and stands. He’s almost out of the boardroom when I’m able to gather the strength and balance to stand. I can’t seem to command my hand to let go of the emptied glass bottle I’m clasping, and so I take it with me as I drag my feet down the hallway, bouncing into walls like a goddamned ping-pong ball until I reach the door to the first crash room I find.
    I trip over my own foot and land in the middle of the thin, worn mattress, unable to adjust myself as most of my lower-half hangs over the bed’s edge. My mouth is slightly open, refusing to close, and so I make good use of it and breathe heavily through it.
    The last thing I hear is the heavy thudding of the thick-bottomed bottle dropping to the wood floor.
    But the last thing I see? The last thing I see is her face.

CHAPTER SIX
     
    “Right there,” she gasped. “A little to the left. Wait… right, more to the right.” Her shoulders flattened out and sunken into the mattress as she moaned out.
    “Harder... deeper…” the instructions kept coming. “Oh my God… that feels so good, baby.”
    Didn’t I know it.
    I concentrated on the tight little area that made her moan loudest. I felt her body turn to Jell-o under my touch.
    “Hold on. Not so hard. A little less… but more, too.”
    I pulled my hands back. “You gonna write me a fuckin’ manual, babe? Just be still and relax.”
    I grabbed some more lotion from the plastic dispenser pump on the bedside table.  Rubbing them together, the lubricant sloshed through my palms and worked through my fingers, heating up before I returned to massaging her bare back.
    She’d been so busy these last few days with extra shifts down at the hospital that we hadn’t seen much of each other even though she’d all but moved in. With a little in break in club business that night, I thought I’d surprise her with a little take-out from her favorite Thai place, some candles… and a massage.
    First for her… but eventually for me, too.  The best massage she could give me… massaging my dick deep enough to release tension from every muscle in my body like only she could.
    Her silky skin moved effortlessly beneath my hands as I kneaded and caressed her tired muscles. Every time I got a little too close to her slender sides, she would tense up and giggle, wiggling beneath me as I straddled her upper thighs.
    I had stripped her naked nearly the moment she walked through the door, followed by allowing her to return the favor. Both completely naked, my position, playing masseur, allowed my swollen dick to rest comfortably on her plump, juicy ass. The sensual movements made by my body every time I slid forward to run my hands up her back was inadvertently stroking my cock between the cleft of her tantalizing ass cheeks.
    It started out as a nice little surprise, but I quickly found that my body was growing far more excited than I had intended early on in the night.
    “I know what you’re doing,” she laughed. “I can feel it. I knew you had ulterior motives.”
    I continued to massage myself with her flesh, working my way deeper into the ravine.
    “Oh yeah?” I moved my hands, massaging what was left of the fragrant lotion down to the small of her back, kneading circles in the hollow