He takes my hand and slides it between his legs to the hard bulge in his jeans.
“With this.”
He nips at my ear, and heat courses through my veins. My pussy gushes, and my core pulls up tight. Since I entered the second trimester, I’ve been horny as hell, and one touch from my husband has me all wet.
He pushes me against the wall and captures my mouth in a passionate kiss. My hips grind against his, and he grabs my ass and pulls me toward him.
A door slamming has us jumping apart. Prez strides toward us down the corridor that leads out to the back entrance.
I giggle at being caught, but the laughter dies in my throat when I see his face. Prez’s brows are knit together, and a scowl creases his weathered features. There’s someone trailing behind him, and it’s not till he gets closer that I see he’s holding the hand of a woman. Or more like dragging her down the hall. She has to jog to keep up with his long strides, but he’s not slowing down.
Prez looks up at Grant, and his scowl increases.
“You didn’t see her.”
I frown at his words, but Grant’s eyes go wide when he sees the woman.
She’s young, probably younger than me, but it’s hard to tell with her face full of makeup. She’s got thick, dark hair that shimmers in the light of the corridor.
“I’ll explain later,” Prez barks at Grant’s questioning look.
He leads the woman through to the meeting room and shuts the door firmly behind them.
Grant stares after them, his eyebrows still raised in shock.
“What has he gotten himself into?” he mutters. “This will bring nothing but trouble to the club.”
“Who was that?” I ask.
Grant’ still staring at the closed door with his brow furrowed.
“That was Isabella Berone. Carlo Berone’s daughter.”
The name makes me shiver. I’ve heard Carlo mentioned around the club. He’s the head of a criminal family that operates on the mountains.
“I didn’t know the club was involved in their business.”
From what I’ve learned, the Wild Riders MC is legit. They don’t do anything illegal.
“We aren’t,” says Grant. “I hope Prez isn’t about to do anything stupid.” He shakes his head slowly. “I guess we’ll find out soon enough.”
He turns his attention back to me and slides his arm around my waist. “Now, where were we?”
“I believe I was about to help you with a little problem.”
My hand snakes to his bulge, and I give him a squeeze through his jeans.
“Hey, it’s a big problem, sweetheart.”
I giggle, and Grant snatches up my hand. We take the stairs two at a time, heading for the rooms upstairs. The first room is empty, and Grant locks the door behind us.
His hands are all over me before I get a chance to turn around. I arch my back into him, and he runs his hands down my throat and over my breasts. One hand stays on my breast, and he slides the other between my legs.
“I want you, April, so bad.”
I grind my ass into him to let him know I feel the same.
His hands on me set my skin on fire, and I don’t turn around but keep my back to him as he maneuvers me toward the middle of the room. There’s a chair at the end of the bed, and when we reach it I grab hold of the back of it and press my hips backwards.
