Page 69 of Detroit

Especially the guys who were around all the time. Coach, with his endless knowledge of books and his wood projects he seemed to always be working on. Sway, with his lightness and ease of being.

Rook wasn’t around all the time, but I liked him when he was. He had seemingly endless computer know-how. And I, someone who still hadn’t figured out how to hook up my sound bar to my TV, kind of admired that. Also, you had to be charmed by his love for his mother who he still hadn’t been allowed to see.

There was Colter, new, yes, but really interesting. My heart went out to him. Losing his wife, best friend, and his dog almost all at once. Like an old-school country song or something. It was nice to see him finding some joy, even if it was in superficial things like food and casual sex.

Riff was a little harder to get to know. He was more standoffish than Raff. Definitely the more serious of the brothers, I as sure it would take some serious time with him to actually get to know him. But I imagined there was a lot going on with him. That whole ‘still waters run deep’ saying and all that.

Raff, though, I was kind of sad he traveled most of the time, because he was a trip. Funny, over the top, quick-witted. He gave me a tour of his tattoos. Which included a slice of pepperoni pizza on his ankle and a really, really bad Marvin the Martian stick figure.

I liked them all.

The women too, though they weren’t around as much. The ones who were moms spent more time at theiractualhomes. Which made sense, of course. All their stuff was there. The things they needed to occupy and take care of their kids.

As a person of creature comforts, I understood completely.

So it was mostly Murphy who was around.

She was the exact kind of woman I thought belonged with one of the bikers. Strong, badass, sure of herself, with skills that I could only ever dream of possessing.

But that also meant we kind of had… nothing in common. So we did interact, of course, but there wasn’t a lot of common ground to form bonds with.

I liked all of them individually and as a group.

But I would just much rather spend time alone with Detroit.

I decided it was pointless to try to fight the growing feelings. I knew me. There was no stopping them. Once I started falling, there was no stopping it. So I was just going to cling to him and enjoy it while I could.

Then, well, deal with the consequences later when it ended.

We explored for what felt like hours, learning each curve and indent of each other’s bodies. He found my hotspots and I found the area behind his knee where he was so ticklish that he nearly kneed me in the face when my fingers drifted over it.

Then we’d watched the end of one of his football games before turning on one of my movies to fall asleep to.

It was perfect.

Made even more perfect when I was woken up to his lips and hands on me.

The party below was still raging, the beat of the music thumping through the floor, the occasional sound of laughter echoing up into the room.

But we were oblivious to it as I slid my body over Detroit’s, and felt his hands moving down my back to sink into my ass, squeezing and massaging in a way I never could have known I liked so much until he showed me.

Desire was instantaneous, a fire that only burned hotter with each passing moment as our lips met, as we kissed slow and soft for a while, then hard and deep as our bodies got impatient for more.

I shimmied down until his hardness pressed against my heat, then rocked shamelessly against him as he folded upward, then arched me back, to suck my nipple into his mouth.

I reached over, pulling open the drawer, and grabbing a condom, handing it to him as my lips claimed his again.

As soon as he was finished, I lifted up, then slowly took him in, sighing as he filled me, as his hands grabbed my ass, and started to move me against him.

It didn’t take long, though, before I was taking over, riding him hard and fast, hurtling toward an orgasm, then crying hard as it crashed through me.

Hooking an arm around me, Detroit moved off the side of the bed, stood, and turned.

He moved me, pushing me onto all fours, then surged back inside of me, dragging a long, low moan from me as he started to fuck me.

His free hand went between my thighs, working my clit as he pounded into me hard enough that my thighs started to smart from my thighs knocking into his.

But I was only barely aware of that as he drove me toward another orgasm, one that seemed to start at the base of my spine and spread outward.

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