Page 193 of Biker In My Bed


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“Tex, you’re staring,” she teases, snapping me back to the present.

There’s a glint of amusement in her eyes, but it’s gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the ever-present watchfulness as she turns to serve another customer.

“Can’t help it. You make it too easy,” I shoot back with a smirk, though my insides are a knotted mess of longing.

“Keep your eyes in your head, or I’ll charge you for the show.” Her retort is playful, but there’s steel underneath, a reminder of the barriers she’s built around herself.

I chuckle. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

The rest of the evening drags, each tick of the clock stretching out before me. The bar’s raucous energy begins to wane, dwindling down to a handful of stragglers nursing their final drinks. But even as the crowd thins, my senses remain sharp, attuned to any shift in the atmosphere.

Ricky throws out a comment intended to pierce her armor, but it bounces off like he’s lobbing pebbles at a fortress. Snake’s eyes flicker with something dark, but he keeps his mouth shut. They know better than to cross the line—not with me here, watching.

Jane moves behind the bar, her motions methodical as she wipes down surfaces and stacks glasses, her body language exuding a weariness that tugs at the protective instincts I usually keep on a tight leash. And yet, there’s something else there—an underlying current of determination that speaks of a life forged in the fires of adversity.

“Last call,” she announces, her voice steady despite the late hour.

“Closing time, huh?” I muse aloud, more to myself than anyone else.

“Best time of the night,” she replies, a ghost of a smile touching her lips as she echoes my earlier sentiment.

“Damn right it is,” I agree, my thoughts drifting once again to the passion we shared.

And as the last patron stumbles out into the night, leaving us in the quiet aftermath, I find myself eager for the silence, for the chance to create new memories with Jane.

The last of the glasses clinks into place on the shelf, and I can feel Mandy’s expectant gaze on me as she slings a rag over her shoulder. “You sure you’re okay closing up alone?” she asks Jane.

Jane’s eyes find mine. “I’m not alone, now go.”

The door chimes its farewell as Mandy heads out, her petite frame swallowed by the night beyond.

“Goodnight, boys,” Jane calls out to the remaining staff with a nod, her voice echoing slightly in the now empty space.

They throw back their own farewells, the heavy door closing behind them with a definitive thud. Alone at last.

“Need help with that lock?” I’m close enough to make her jump.

“Jesus, Tex, give a girl some warning next time,” she chides, but there’s no real heat to her words.

“Warning would ruin the surprise.” I lean against the wall, arms crossed, in the dim light.

With practiced motions, I watch as she shuts down the register before flipping the sign to ‘Closed’. The last thing to do is kill the lights, and as Jane reaches for the switch, I come up behind her.

“Allow me.” Our world plunges into velvet darkness.

My hands find her instantly, as they glide up her thighs, hiking up the skirt she chose this morning. It feels like an invitation, one I greedily accept as my lips crash against hers. This kiss is all-consuming, branding me with a need I’ve tried—and failed—to ignore since the moment I met her.

“Tex...” My name is half-moan, half-plea against my mouth as I lift her effortlessly, seating her on the cool surface of the bar counter. Jane’s hands grapple for purchase on my shoulders.

“Jane,” I growl.

The rest of the world might as well not exist. There’s only Jane, her hunger, and the way she makes me forget every reason I should push her away.

Fabric tears, her underwear, sacrificed to urgency and then I’m there, pressing inside, filling her with equal parts pain and pleasure. Jane gasps, nails digging into my back as she meets my movements, desperate for more, for everything she’s offering in this reckless moment.

“God, you’re tight... so wet for me,” I rasp.

“Only for you,” Jane manages, breathless, the words spilling out as our bodies collide.

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