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“She hated my biker lifestyle. She hated the women fucking all the bikers and never knowing if I was fucking them or not. I wasn’t but she didn’t know that, and one morning she left for the bus. I got on my bike and hunted her down. She was stood waiting for the fucking bus. She wouldn’t get on my bike or listen to me.” Trey listened to the guy’s words. “I climbed off my bike, picked her up in my arms, and kissed her. I promised her the moment she got on the back of my bike I was hers. No other woman would touch or taste me. She’d be my woman, by my side without any problems.”
“Why don’t the other guys know about her?” Trey asked.
“You’re a good kid, Trey. I’m in my forties, and I travel from place to place doing what I want when I want to do it. Over the years I’ve made enemies. You know this is not a good lifestyle, but she makes me good. She’s my weakness, and to my enemies, it’s the key to getting to me. She’s the love of my life, and I’m not going to let anyone hurt her.”
Trey nodded. “I understand, but I doubt the folks around Winters Fall will agree with the good kid part.”
Paul burst out laughing. “Tell me, good kid, who’s the girl?”
Sitting back, Trey looked at his client, debating on what to say.
“I’m not going to spill the beans to anyone. You can tell me the truth and not worry about anyone finding out.”
Going back to the tattoo, Trey let out a sigh. “The girl who owns the bakery across the street, the girl with black hair, she’s the one.”
“You’re fucking June Armstrong? Kid, you’re fucked. Her father is a wrecking bomb when it comes to that girl.”
Trey grimaced. “I know, but we’re sort of together.”
“I know June. She’s a good girl. If you’re going to make a play for her and get her away from the other man then you need to be serious about it.”
“I’m serious about her.”
“Then fight for her.”
Trey listened to Paul talk some more. He continued to work on the tattoo. Every once in a while his friends would bang on the glass window separating them. Paul would yell and throw in some curses.
“Fucking assholes don’t know when to stop it.”
“I’m almost done. Are you staying around Winters Fall for a while?” Trey asked.
“Yep, I’m going to make sure you’re taking care of my aftercare.”
“Sure. I’ll go and write everything up. I’ll meet you in the front of the shop.” Trey did the aftercare and put all the needles away, washed his hands and headed out the front of the shop. He noticed Paul had his arms wrapped around the blonde. No one else noticed the moment the couple shared because they were too busy being rowdy with each other.
Paul paid cash for the tattoo, giving him a pointed look. “When’s your next client?” Paul asked.
“I’ve not got another until after lunch.”
“Then go over there and show her what she’s missing.” Paul gave him a wink. “If it was me, I wouldn’t give her a chance to forget about me.”
He left without another word. Rounding the counter, Trey checked through the window. The shop was getting busy, but he was getting desperate for a look at her.
Trey didn’t give himself time to doubt his actions.
Closing the shop he headed over to the bakery.
Molly was serving up the front, and June was nowhere to be seen. Going up to the main counter he asked where June was.
“She won’t want you to be in the back,” Molly said, trying to take an order and deal with him.
“I don’t care what you think. She’s in the back?” he asked, ducking under the counter.
“Trey, stop it. You’ll get me fired.”
“No, I won’t. We both know June adores you. I just need to talk to her about something.”
He walked around the counter and found June pouring flour into a bowl. For several seconds, he stood away, watching her as she worked. Her glorious hair was pinned up under a hairnet.
Knowing what those strands felt like, Trey felt himself getting hard. Stepping behind her, he wrapped his arms around her middle.
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June knew she should be angry. She should curse, rant, and rave at him. There was no way she should let him get away with bending their rules. Even as all those thoughts went through her head, she couldn’t help but be happy with his arms wrapped around her. Closing her eyes for a few seconds she let herself feel the pleasure of his arms wrapped around her. His masculine scent invaded her senses taking over the cinnamon smell in the air.
“You’re breaking the rules,” she said, wishing he’d break more.
Her pussy was on fire, creaming with every passing second he was holding her. Her nipples were rock hard, pressing against the shirt she wore. The bra felt nonexistent as her nipples rubbed the fabric.
“I’m not breaking the rules. No one can see us. All Molly knows is I need to talk to you.”
“What would you be talking to me about?” she asked, gasping as his teeth nibbled on her neck. His touch made it hard for her to think.
“Well we could tell her the truth and that we’re fucking like rabbits every chance we get.” His hand reached up, cupping her breast.
“No, we’re not saying that.”
“Then how about we say that you’re in love with me and I’m just giving you a shot at me.”
Rolling her eyes, June shook her head.
“Nah, not a good one either. Then how about this, you’re seeing me so I can ink your body. You’re wanting me to give you the right ink to add to your other one.”
“You just want to touch me,” she said. She’d not been thinking about her ink, but she liked the fact he’d been thinking about it.
“It’s sexy as hell. I can make it even more, and I just want to touch your skin. I want to put my mark on you.”
“I’m not yours to be possessive over.” His palm went around her neck, holding her close. At the same time, his hand cupped her between the thighs underneath the apron she wore.
“You’re mine to get anyway I want. Remember your bargain, baby.”
He bit down on the back of her neck, and June couldn’t take it anymore. Spinning in his arms, she slammed him against the wall, smashing her lips against his. She was begging for him.
Tugging on his hand, she moved him back to the office.
Closing the door, she heard the lock flick into place.
Removing the apron, she turned back to him. Trey already had his jeans around his knees and his cock covered in a layer of latex.
She tore at her trousers and stepped out of them. He tugged the hairnet from her hair, lifted her on the desk and spread her wide.
“This is not going to last,” he said.
“Then make it count.”
He slammed inside, going to the hilt.
Crying out, June held onto the edge of the desk.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good. I want you so much. I can’t do my fucking job because of you.” He pulled out only to slam back in. Trey was thick, hard, and a solid wall of muscle.
She tightened her walls, feeling him pulse.
“Harder, Trey. I need you so much.”
He pushed inside her. His hard thrusts were relentless and sent her over the edge of passion and sensation.
His cock was a thick brand inside her, begging for her to come.
She gazed up at him, watching as the pleasure crossed his face. He looked totally lost to the pleasure. June moaned as his lips were on hers once again, drinking down her moans and cries.
“Fuck, I’m going to come.”
In three hard thrusts he climaxed, leaving her at the point with no hope to get over the edge.
Before she could complain, he pulled out of her body, knelt down and started to suck and lick her clit.
It was too much and not enough. His tongue flicked her clit, going from side to side, up and down. Fingers found her entrance and circled it but didn’t penetrate.
“June, are you okay??
?? Molly asked. Her voice penetrated through the door.
Trey plunged two fingers into her pussy. Biting down on her lip, June did everything she could to contain her screams.
His tongue punished her clit, hard and soft strokes, combining together, and her mind was going down the drain.
“I’m busy. I’ll be out soon.”
“Are you sure? I saw Trey looking for you, and I can’t find him.”
He’s about to give me an orgasm. Fuck off.
Instead she told her they were talking and would be out soon.
Molly left them alone.
Trey increased his efforts, going faster and hurtled her over the edge and into bliss. He licked her, drinking down her orgasm.
