Starla (The Ladies of Karnage Novella Series) by Jennifer Culbreth Read Free Book Online

nerve inside of my pussy. I could see myself in his eyes, I could see my future in his eyes. I knew in that moment that I would give up everything to spend the rest of my life with this man. We made love, slow and sweet, our bodies shaking as we came in unison. Each time we would finish we would lay tangled in each other’s arms, listening to each other’s heartbeat.
    “I think you’re gonna kill me, woman,” Jameson said, rolling onto his side and brushing the hair back from my face. I looked up at him, my body too sore to consider moving. “You hungry, love?”
    “No, I think I’m fine. Not really hungry for food,” I said with a smile, trying to ignore the empty feeling in my stomach, but the growl of hunger gave me away.
    “I think your stomach says otherwise,” he laughed, “You want me to run you a bath wh ile I put on some food?”
    “Dinner? It’s not that late is it?” I sat up, moving the curtains and seeing the black on the other side of the window.
    “Yeah. It’s pretty late,” he said, leaning up and kissing me softly before he got up and pulled on his jeans, leaving them unbuttoned to frame the dips that lead down to his glorious length. I watched as he took off into the next room and saw a dim light illuminate the hallway. The soft sound of running water floated into my ear and then he reappeared back in the room, making his way over to me and lifting me from the bed and carrying me into the bathroom. I giggled as he rubbed the whiskers of his beard against my face and then gently set me into the large ceramic bathtub. “I’m gonna go fix some food.”
    He knelt next to the tub and took my face in his hands, bringing me toward him and his lips were on mine once more. This time it wasn’t quick and needy, but slow and sensual, as if he was taking his time to enjoy every moment, instead of work his way to the next time our tongues would be entangled with the other. As he pulled away and stood up I settled down into the tub, watching him lustfully as he left out of the room. The bathroom was small, with a wooden stand next to the tub that was filled with different bath soaps and salts. I grabbed a lavender and vanilla scented soap and poured some into the running water, letting the bubbles encompass me. I pulled my hair up into a bun on the top of my head and secured it with a pin.
    I let my legs fall open as I slid down into the mountain of bubbles that was growing around me, wincing as my sore muscles rang out through my body. I let the tub fill until the water was to my neck and then turned the handle to off with my foot. As the water stopped running I could hear the low sounds of music from the kitchen and the clanking of pans. I smirked, wondering what a rough and tough biker looked like cooking dinner. I let all of the cares and worries filter out of my head. I’d already made my mind up on what I was going to do, I could only hope that the rest would fall into place.
    After the water in the tub began to cool, and the cursing from the kitchen began to grow louder, I made way out of the bath and wrapp ed up into a fluffy blue towel, heading toward the smell of food. I made my way into the kitchen as Jameson finished making our plates and I leaned against the wall, “Is cussing mandatory when cooking in Ireland?”
    “Only when the food doesn’t behave,” he smiled, taking our plates to the small wooden table and then disappearing toward the back. I made my way to my bag and rummaged for a shirt when he reemerged from the hallway, “Here, wear this.” I took the clothes from him and unfolded a pair of boxers and a shirt. I thanked him and then pulled them on, taking my seat across from him at the table.
    “So do you stay up here often?” I asked, taking a bite of the mashed potatoes he’d made.
    “When I need to get away from the shite at the club I do. I like the quiet, not really one for parties. Those fuckers get to drinking and starting actin’ the maggot, clubhouse is full