The Biker’s Property (An Alpha Motorcycle Club Romance) (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club Series Book 1) by Regina Fox Read Free Book Online Page B

inside and out with powerful bursts of pleasure. She had no choice but to cry out. Each of his strokes was ten times more pleasing, her channel so alive as the orgasm gave her spasm after spasm of sugared sensation.
    “Does that feel good?” he asked her in a low and syrupy voice.
    His voice in itself was an aphrodisiac. He made her wet just talking to her. She was pretty sure she nodded yes, it felt amazing, but the level of arousal that he elevated her to made her doubt her own judgment. She wavered in and out. Their sex was like dope.
    Penny came back down to earth some. Their eyes met. They leaned toward one another, their mouths opened and tongues extended. His kissing was so, so intimate; she felt intensely close to him this way. His tongue was sugar, gliding over the surface of her own. Exploring, reaching, stroking. He tasted like hot wet goodness. The effect of the touch of his tongue to hers went right between her legs. Penny felt herself exhilarated again.
    She knew if she touched herself again, she could bring her orgasm back to life. She could tell by the shift in his own breathing that he was going to burst any moment. Penny helped him along, finding his pleasure by finding hers.
    Just a couple of rubs against her overly sensitive skin and she felt herself cascade. The flood of rapture was so intense; she slapped the shower tile hard with her open hand.
    Immediately he was grunting and praying. He levered her off of his body, back and forth, riding out the last spasm together. They both had to cry out to the very last. It was that good.
    The water was still warm. It was a lovely finish to their moment.
    “Man, I wish I had a cup of coffee,” she said.
    “Coffee?” he snickered. “After sex?”
    The water continued to stream over them. With his flash of white teeth and perfectly proportioned features, Penny thought he was the most magnificent looking man ever.
    “Yes,” she said, regarding him dreamily. “Because I don’t smoke.”
     
     
     
    Chapter Eight
     
    Penny and Danny joined the others in the motel hot tub. She noticed that wherever they were, they paid gracious attention to the people who waited on them. She saw that according to the sign on the wall, the hours for the tub had passed, but since they were virtually the only people in the place and because they were nice, the staff waited on them like they were royalty.
    Every once in a while Danny would just look at her and kiss her. Murray and Cady were quiet but they were never too far apart from each other. The other guys seemed content. She felt a little sad they were alone but it wasn’t for long. Trenton ordered appetizers from The Bison. Bull and Pike went over to get them. Bull came back with the cocktail waitress who wore too much lipstick and had a push up bra on under her short uniform dress, and Pike brought back the woman who had been their waitress. John asked the motel maid for a date as she was leaving for the night, and even though she rolled her eyes at him and walked away, he followed and returned with her on his arm. Penny wondered if she were not here, which of the women Danny would have chosen, and began to feel silly that she was so easy to pick up herself. Hell, she did not even need to be picked up, she practically begged him to fuck her that night, and every night since.
    The only person who was unattached was Trenton, but he kept fielding calls from Mrs. Wayland.
    “What? Are you her lawyer?” Danny asked him.
    “No, but I think she thinks I am her daddy. This woman has not been laid properly in years, I am thinking. She spilled her guts to me. And now I think she’s found her courage to dump the asshole she’s married to. She’s asking me legal questions.”
    “Too bad,” Danny remarked. “She’s cute.”
    Penny felt a pang of jealousy at his compliment of Mrs. Wayland. If she was going to leave her husband and Danny thought she was cute, and Penny wasn’t sure if she was staying, in Penny’s mind,