Turning Point: BBW Motorcycle Club Erotic Romance by Harmony Raines Read Free Book Online Page B

their disagreements.
    Now they sat around the table, it was like a board meeting you would see in a movie, only one for bikers. Snake had her sit on his lap, which made her feel awkward. It also meant she was out of the reach of the other men, all who had looked at her rather lustfully when she had come in. She might have felt happier about that if the conversation had not instantly turned to things both illegal, and in some ways, immoral. Things she did not want to hear, but Snake made her stay, for whatever reason.
    Only when his hand slipped down onto her thigh, did her mind switched to more interesting things. This was how she could cope with it all, concentrating one hundred percent on the way his hand circled her thigh, small gentle strokes, climbing higher and higher.
    Something struck her when his hand slipped between her thighs, Snake was an exhibitionist. He enjoyed the conquest of her body, especially when people were watching. This knowledge gave Faith confidence in herself. If he didn’t value her physically, he would not show her off like this. She was no conquest if he thought any man could have her, or no man would want her.
    Occasionally one of the men glanced down at Snakes hand as it slid along her slit, the feeling incredible even through her clothes. Faith wondered, if she had been wearing a skirt, if he would have lifted it up and openly fingered her in front of them. She was sure he would have, and she felt a twinge of disappointment his intimate access was denied.
    God, what was happening to her? Perhaps she was the exhibitionist after all. Whatever she was, her fantasies turned her on. She imagined parting her thighs so he could push inside her, the looks on their faces, how they would struggle to concentrate on gun running and whores if they could watch their leader fingering his woman.
    Unconsciously she had begun to wiggle on Snake’s lap. His hard length pressing against her soft bottom, making her need more urgent. She wanted him to take her again, as he had the night before, to make her scream as she came wrapped around him. Her face flushed, and she closed her eyes, moving a rhythm that mimicked the very act she was imagining deep in her mind.
    What she didn’t know was how short he cut the meeting because he could not wait to get her upstairs, and into his bed.
    “Well gentlemen,” he said, practically tipping her off his lap. “I have something more pressing to get on with.” He winked at the men sat around the table, and then they were out of there.
    A breathless Faith stumbled out of the door with his hand under her arm, propelling her forward. When the door closed behind them, he pulled her back towards him, before ramming her roughly against the wall, his thigh pressing between her legs. She felt the hard length of him, it dug into her as he tilted his head and kissed her, fisting her hair roughly and meeting her lips fiercely.
    The kiss left her more breathless, and more than a little dizzy. She was unsure exactly what had happened, but she didn't care. Her lips parted and his tongue slid inside to taste her, his free hand cupped her full breast and he squeezed it, his thumb brushing her nipple.
    “You are a tease,” he said, pulling back from her. “I should strip you right here and now, and parade you naked through this brothel. There are men who would pay good money to have a few hours with you.”
    “Is that what you have planned for me? Once you’re done you’ll share me around, sell me to whoever wants me? Is that what this tattoo means?”
    He pulled the hem of her top up, and then dragged it over her head; she stood self-consciously in her bra. His fingers pulled the strip off that had been covering her tattoo, his fingers running over it softly. “Oh, no. That means you belong to me. No one else, and I am very careful who I lend my stuff to. I intend to keep you to myself. As long as you are obedient and do as you’re told.”
    His mouth dropped butterfly kisses