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I imagined her legs falling open and her thighs parting wide. How her legs would tremble as her fingers dipped inside her tight cunt. The sticky, slick sweetness of her arousal. Was she bare? Did she leave a strip on her mound?
I needed to know. How could I have the right daydreams if I never saw her pretty pussy? Every woman in my past vanished from my head. I didn’t want to imagine a single fucking thing about Abigail. I had to learn it. Memorize it. Use my teeth, lips, and tongue to map out her entire body and every inch of her skin, all the dips and valleys, every curve, the musk that settled between her legs, and the taste of her climax.
I heard a slight vibration and buzzing sound and knew what she powered on.Naughty girl.She might get off that way tonight, but I wouldn’t let her come without me for long. The creaking of the mattress increased. Her breathy moans grew louder. I could swear her heels dug into the bed.
Fuck. I wanted her.
She fucking turned me on. Lust fogged my brain.
I kept stroking, tugging harder and faster, moving my hips only enough to cause friction. The denial collided with the need pulsing in my veins.
I knew when she came. Her soft cry echoed in the room. Not to be left behind, I followed, pumping into my fist and unable to control where I spurted as ropes of my cum landed on my stomach and shot onto the underside of her mattress. Like thesick fuck that I was, I felt satisfaction that I marked her bed with a part of me.
My body trembled with the force of that orgasm, and I knew it would be a hundred times better when I came inside her pussy. This would have to do for now.
I smeared the sticky fluid across the underside of the bed and let it dry, enjoying the thought I had claimed her in some small way. I used the bottom of my shirt to wipe myself clean and pushed my semi-hard cock back inside my pants. I needed to avoid touching myself for a bit to build up the anticipation.
Abigail’s deep, even breaths soon followed. She fell asleep.
I slowly finished snapping my jeans closed and buckling my belt. I slid from under her bed, standing over her as I noted the serene expression on her face. I longed to see her sated like this after I fucked her for most of the night.
She rolled onto her side and faced me as her lips parted. I knelt at the side of her bed, toying with the idea of rubbing my thumb over the surface. The sudden urge to lean closer and brush my lips over hers consumed me. I nearly took what I wanted but shook my head and pulled back.
I didn’t want a single thing she didn’t give me freely.
Forcing myself to walk out her door, I left to roam the perimeter of the house, hoping the night air would cool the heat on my skin. But it didn’t stop my thoughts from focusing on the sexy woman inside. How would she taste on my tongue and feel beneath my fingertips?
The next morning, I followed her to work. I told myself I needed that energy drink and wouldn’t walk by the pharmacy—a lie. I hung around in an empty aisle, watching as she cashed out customers. She always wore a smile.
Abigail never got impatient or tried to rush anyone. This woman was so fucking sweet I wondered if she should be brought into the life of a crow. Being a biker ol’ lady was tough.Some women weren’t cut out for it. Crow knew that firsthand. His mom split when shit got hard with the club.
But Abigail had Holmes blood. She was born into it whether Rook kept her hidden or not. And just because her mother couldn’t hack it, it didn’t mean the same for Abigail. It sure got me curious about what kind of life she had before now. How was it possible she never learned about her brother or the motorcycle club that meant everything to her father?
I checked out at the front of the store and headed to my bike, chugging the energy drink before I rode out of the lot. My head was a fuckin’ mess, and I went for a ride to clear it, arriving an hour before her shift was scheduled to end.
That night, I stayed outside and didn’t enter the house. I had to get this possessive urge to claim her out of my system. Crow would fucking kill me if he knew how far I had gone already, testing the limits and pushing boundaries.
I had it under control. . .until ten days later when everything went to shit.
Chapter 2
Another cocksucker showed up to take Abigail on a date.
Unfuckingbelievable.
Where did these guys come from? Did she have an account on every dating app in town? I didn’t get it. After I got rid of Harold, three more showed up to take his place.
The first guy took off when he saw me stalking his way in my leather cut. He never made it to her door. I thought for sure Abigail saw me, but she didn’t.
The second fucker managed to take her to a movie. I met him outside the theater when he went for more popcorn and escorted his ass outside. He didn’t bother coming back. I followed her home after she called an Uber and hoped that was the end of it.
Nope. Asshole number three now had her in his truck and parked next to an adult arcade. I had to admit it was a creative way to get to know someone. Everyone loved playing games.
I had a few of my own that I played with deadly accuracy.
She called the third guy Nick. I thought he treated her the best until I saw him admiring her tits as she rolled balls underhanded at the targets while playing Skee-Ball. That pissed me off.
As soon as I could get to him, I did. I shoved him against the wall next to the bathroom, nearly cutting off his airway with the fake leather jacket he wore. My lips curled into a snarl. “You’re gonna leave. Now.”
