Page 18 of Trusting The Biker


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“He definitely gave her the business,” Pam announces, and my face heats up. Not from the temperature of my coffee, either.

“Go, Mom,” my daughter says.

“Yes,” I hiss and take a big gulp of my drink, burning the hell out of my tongue and the roof of my mouth in the process.

“Are you seeing him again?” Pam presses.

“Geez. Give me a second to enjoy my coffee, please.”

They share a look but keep quiet.

I take another painful sip. Then place my hands on my knees trying to keep my cool. “Fine. If you must know, he was wonderful. Best lover I’ve ever had. The man is skilled with his tongue, fingers, hands. Hell, probably even his toes. He’s magic and so is his big, thick cock. All eight glorious inches.”

Pam bursts out laughing and Kimber is staring at me with wide eyes.

“What? You wanted to know and weren’t going to shut up until you got it?”

Kimber points over my shoulder. I tense up and hope Kiesha isn’t standing behind me. I hear a throat clear that is definitely male. Double damn.

“You think my dick is magical?”

Oh. My. God. Doing a slow turn, I angle to the side to see Prodigy smiling at me like a cat who just had a bowl of milk.

“We’ll be listening from the living room,” Pam announces, dragging Kimber out of the room with her.

“Um. Hi.” I rub my lips together. “What are you doing here?”

“I forgot something.”

Squinting at him, I’m wondering what he could have forgotten when he takes three steps forward, cups my face between his palms to lay a fat, messy, and wet kiss on my lips. I melt, completely forgetting that Kimber and Pam are probably huddled together watching from around the corner.

All I can focus on is this rugged and sexy biker who is dominating my mouth with his wicked tongue and remembering how good he made me feel all night and again this morning.

“Dinner. Tonight. I’ll pick you up at seven. Pack a bag.”

“Mhmm,” I mutter, having no idea what I’m agreeing to. I’m still in a post kiss fog. Still tasting him on my lips, along with my coffee.

“Later, beautiful.”

“Later.” I press my fingers to my lips as I watch him strut out of my kitchen looking as good going as he does coming.

“Just look at her. Smitten as a kitten,” Pam gushes and I don’t even care.

That kiss has me floating on a cloud I never want to come down from.

The three of us enjoy our coffee and I share some vague details about the night I had.

“So he’s good, huh?” Pam smirks.

I smile into my coffee.

“How many O’s we talking about?” She presses further.

“Multiple. Now can we pleas discuss something other than my sex life?”

“I think Kiesha has a girlfriend,” Kimber blurts out.

“I thought she likes that one boy, Sam.”

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