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Some of his brothers had mentioned fate when it came to finding their ol’ ladies. Coming across Fallon the way he did made him wonder if it had been meant to be.
And if so, what did that mean to them, if anything?
Or would it end up being no more than what they currently had? A week of great sex and even better company.
Seeing his brothers, one by one, finding their ol’ ladies hadn’t made him want to look for himself. He would be turning twenty-nine in a couple of weeks, so he wasn’t in a rush and figured when the time was right, he’d find the right one. In the meantime, he wanted to avoid getting stuck with the wrong one.
His parents’ relationship had been rotten to the core. It was a marriage that never should have been and Whip preferred not to make that same mistake. He’d seen how his father destroyed their family, long before it turned deadly.
But that was then and this was now. He needed to get out of his own head and come back to the room and Fallon.
Unfortunately, Wednesdays tended to do this to him. He looked forward to them, but always dreaded them, too.
“Hey.”
He blinked.
“You okay?”
Her question dragged him from his thoughts and he realized she had stopped moving. “Yeah.”
“Am I going too slow for you?”
“No.”
“Then, what is it?” she asked, her brow now furrowed with worry.
“Nothin’.”
“It has to be something. I’ve never seen you check out like that before.”
“Got a lot of shit on my plate today, that’s all.”
“With work?”
No. “Yeah.”
She stared at him and his pulse raced when, for a split moment, he thought she could see the thoughts in his head he was trying to beat back.
“If something’s wrong, I need you to tell me.”
“Nothin’s wrong, Fallon. With you naked and ridin’ my cock, everythin’s good.”
Her lips twitched. “Only good?”
“Well, it’d be better if you kept ridin’ me… Or not.” He quickly knocked her off balance and rolled the two of them until it was Fallon now on her back. He settled between her spread thighs.
She patted his ass, then dug her nails into his cheeks. “You biker boys like to be in charge, don’t you?”
“Coulda left off the ‘boys’ part since we’re far from boys.”
“I can’t argue that. Does that mean you don’t want to be called bad boys, either?”
He smirked. “More like bad asses.”
“Well, you do have a great ass. I’ve admired it quite a few times as you’ve trekked naked to the bathroom.” She squeezed his while digging her nails in even deeper, causing his muscles to flex there.
“So do you. In fact…”
He lifted his weight from her and flipped her over, settling his knees between hers. He nipped each ass cheek once, making her muscles twitch, then worked his way up her spine, tasting her skin with his lips and tongue as he went.
Who needed breakfast when Fallon was naked? She was a more than satisfying meal.
He swept her hair off the back of her neck and pressed his lips there. He ordered, “Ass up,” against her skin.
When her hips rose slightly and her thighs widened to give him more room, he tucked his hand between them, slid his dick through her wetness to find exactly where he belonged—in more ways than one—and slowly sank inside her until he couldn’t go any further.
Yeah, waking up to this every fucking morning… It would be difficult to give up.
A couple of times he’d woken up to her mouth on him. A couple of times, he’d returned the favor. There was nothing better than waking up Fallon with his mouth on her sweet pussy. It was a great way to start the day. For both of them.
But this morning, he was done taking it slow. If he was late to work, he’d never hear the end of it, so it was time to get serious.
He slid his palms up her sides, over her shoulders and down her arms until his fingers interlaced with hers. He pinned their clasped hands to the mattress, anchored his knees into the bed, and took them on a journey that only had one destination.
Her fingers tightened within his as she slammed her ass back and against him, driving him even deeper with each thrust.
She fit him perfectly.
He didn’t give a fuck who she was or that their lives were so fucking different.
He didn’t give a fuck that he was seven years younger than her.
None of that mattered. Not in that room. Not in that bed.
He gave a fuck that she would be gone soon. He gave a fuck about her.
No, it was more than one fuck. He gave a lot of fucks.
More than he expected.
“C’mon, babe, give me everythin’ you got,” he murmured into her ear as he tilted his hips and powered into her, while giving her as much of his weight as he could without crushing her.
