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Something dark crossed her face for a second, but he cupped her lacy tits and brought her right back to the moment. She moaned and arched into him, offering herself. Unable to resist, he thumbed her nipples until she whimpered. “I-I know exactly who you are Copper. I’ve known you forever, and I’ve wanted you just as long.”
“You may know me, Shell, but you don’t know it all. Things I’ve done, things I’ll do in the future. You should want to run from all that shit.” That’s what her father had meant when he warned her off men in the club.
“The Handlers are my family. I’ve been a part of the club my entire life. You’d be surprised what I know, Copper.”
Surprised what she knew? The men made it a point to keep club business under wraps. He frowned. They’d be revisiting the cryptic comment at a later date.
“I may not be privy to all the details, but I’m well aware of what the club is. What it takes to run it and lead these men. You think I’m naïve. I’m not. Haven’t been for a long time. Every man here walks outside the lines of the law on occasion. But there’s a code. There’s loyalty, family, protection. I trust you, Copper. Trust you as president of the MC and as a man. Ten years,” she whispered. “I’ve wanted you for ten years. Since back when I was way too young to be looking at an old man like you.”
That got a small chuckle out of him while the rest of her words slayed him. The faith, the trust she put in him made him want to beat his chest and let out a Tarzan roar. “You’re still too young to be looking at an old man like me.”
“I don’t care about that, Copper. I’ve never cared about the age difference. I don’t see you as an age. I just see you.”
Jesus. He still remembered the first time he’d noticed her as more than his president’s daughter. She’d turned eighteen a few months earlier, and showed up at a Handlers’ barbecue with some friends wearing these itty-bitty denim cutoffs and a halter. Strutting around, trying to sneak beer when no one was looking. Every man there did a double take when her pert ass twitched by.
“Ten years, huh? Sounds like you got a lot of need built up.”
“A whole lot.” She bit her lower lip. The move was so sexy, he nearly came in his pants. Between the swollen red lips, wild mass of hair, flushed cheeks, and lacy bra, she’d have made one hell of a poster. If his brothers hadn’t been downstairs, he’d have made her stand next to his bike while he snapped a few shots.
“Yeah?” he said. “Think I can help you out with that. Where you feeling it, baby? Where do you need me?”
With a sly grin, she grabbed his hand and brought it to the spot where her drenched pussy rested on his thigh. “Right here. Right where I’m getting you all wet.”
This pint-sized sexpot was going to be the death of him.
More abruptly than he’d meant, he stepped back. Her feet hit the ground as she squeaked and wobbled before catching her footing.
“Bra off,” Copper said as he backed toward the king-sized bed. When the mattress hit his calves, he sat then scooted back until he reclined against the headboard. “Want to see those tits. Been dreaming ’bout sucking those nipples since the moment you walked back in my clubhouse last year.”
Her eyes flashed with a quick look of apprehension before she pushed it aside. Right before his eyes, she transformed into a confident siren. Licking her gloss-free lips, she took two steps forward then reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. The straps slid down the slope of her shoulders. Seconds away from fulfilling his number one visual fantasy, Copper’s dick felt impossibly full. Just as the lace cups began to fall away from her luscious breasts, she caught them and held the garment in place with a teasing wink.
Copper groaned. “You trying to kill me, woman?” He slid the zipper of his fly down and sighed at the slight relief of pressure. It was either that or risk cock-strangulation, and with Shell’s pussy waiting to be filled by that cock, he was going to take damn good care of it.
A sultry laugh floated from her, hypnotizing him. The entire clubhouse could be burning down around them and still, he’d be riveted to the unveiling of her body.
Slowly, as though she knew exactly how much the teasing drove him wild, she peeled the cups down and let the scrap of lace fall to the floor. Saliva pooled in his mouth. Soon he’d be all over those babies.
Shell tilted her head and walked forward, kicking off her flat shoes as she moved. Still clad in her skin-tight black jeans, she cupped her breasts, lifting and pushing the plump mounds together. “These the tits you wanted to see?” When she reached the bed, she climbed up on her knees.
