I didn’t keep my distance from her, wanting to be the one she could turn to when she needed support. I took it slow, not wanting to scare her or force her to do things she didn’t want to do.
Luckily for me, we were right where we left off before they locked me up.
Her leg moved over the bulge in my shorts, and I moved it back over with my hand gripping her thigh. Her arm was wrapped around my waist, and I kept scratching her head the way she liked.
It was morning, and after a movie night with her, I was too tired to get back up from her bed and go home. She had asked me to stay, and I was more than happy to.
“Morning,” she mumbled against my neck, and I smiled at the sound of her sweet voice.
“Good morning,” I said, kissing her forehead and letting her tease me once more with her leg.
She pushed herself up on her elbow, looking down into my eyes with a smile on her face. I watched her study my face, and I couldn’t get enough of her.
Cupping her cheek with my left hand, I let my right move over her bottom, squeezing just enough to make her bite her bottom lip.
“I missed this,” she whispered, and I licked my lips, ready to kiss hers. “I love you,” she added.
“I love you too, Kip. And I promise you…from now on, I’ll keep you close forever.”
She smiled brightly, then, finally our lips touched. I turned her on her back, leaning over her and deepening the kiss. My hand ran along her hips and waist until it cupped her tit, squeezing tightly.
A moan escaped her, and I felt my dick twitch. I pressed it against her middle, making her squeeze my sides with her legs propped up next to me.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered into the kiss, and her fingers started to tug on my hair. “I want this off,” I told her, pulling at the oversized shirt she was wearing to sleep. Other than that, she had only her panties on, and I liked the fact that those were coming off, too.
I broke the kiss to help her get out of the shirt, then I threw it to the ground. I looked at her tits, perfectly displayed for me. With one lick over her nipple, I did the same to the other and then sucked on them while kneading the other to give both the same attention.
Her hips moved under my touch, and I rubbed against her, making her feel just how much wanted her. It’s been five years I’ve known her, and this was the first time we got this close.
“Wilder, please,” she begged, lifting her hips once more to show me just how much she wanted me. I let go of her breasts, trailing kisses up to her neck and reaching down between her legs to run my fingers over the wet fabric of her panties.
“Fuck,” I mumbled, kissing her neck and rubbing her clit above the thin fabric. She moaned again, and I decided that I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I got on my knees, pulling down her panties and throwing them to the floor, followed by my shorts.
Kiplyn eyed my body, moving slowly from my chest down to my cock. Hard wasn’t strong enough to describe what it was.
I grabbed it with one hand, moving up and down the length, then running the tip of it between her folds.
“Oh, Wilder,” she moaned, lifting her hips again to get closer. “Please,” she begged.
I couldn’t bite back a grin, and I pushed her hips down so I could position myself between her legs. With another look into her eyes, I leaned down to kiss her and then pushed inside of her, slow but determined.
That was it. That’s what I’d been wanting since the day I met her in the kitchen of the MC. She completed me, and I sure as fuck would never let go of her again. Ever.
“You’re mine, sweetheart,” I said into the kiss.
“I’m yours, Wilder. Forever.”
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Razor and Edge
Rowdy Rebels MC book 0.5
By Evan Grace
Chapter One
Harper
Music plays softly from the overhead speakers as I sweep up the hair from my last client. After I throw the hair in the trash bin, I straighten my station before heading into the back to grab my lunch bag out of the refrigerator.
Once the lights are shut off, I grab the deposit, set the alarm, and head outside to the entrance to my little studio apartment above the salon. I bought and opened Flippin’ Out two years ago from the previous owner and closed it for three months while I completely gutted the inside and gave the place a more girly, modern look.
I decorated it in soft pinks, white, and chrome. My best friend, Hailey, says it’s totally bougie, and I admit that it is, but my prices certainly are not, although I’m not cheap either. I love the way it looks—it’s totally me. Once I opened, it took about six months and word of mouth referrals before I was making a profit.
Now I have two other stylists and hope to add someone to do nails and massages soon. I’ve lived upstairs since I moved to Eddington, Texas, four years ago. The former owner, Maeve, gave me my job when the salon was hers and rented me the upstairs studio.
The moment I step inside, I kick my heels off. I love them and love the way they make my legs look, but sometimes by the time I’m done for the day, my feet ache. I drop my purse on the little accent table by the door and then grab a bottle of beer out of my refrigerator in my little kitchenette, sighing as the cold brew slides down my throat.
I carry it into my living room/bedroom and set it on my dresser. After stripping out of my black hot pants and form-fitting, sleeveless red t-shirt with ruffles going diagonally down the front, I throw on my lavender cotton nightgown.
In the bathroom, I brush out my caramel blonde locks and then throw them up into a chaotic mass on top of my head. After washing my face, I head back into the kitchen and hunt through the refrigerator to find something to eat.
I decide to scramble a couple of eggs and make some toast. With a glass of orange juice in one hand and my plate of food in the other, I climb onto my bed and sit criss-cross applesauce.
Once I finish, I quickly do my dishes, grab my phone, and climb back onto my bed. I text Hailey to see what is up with her.
Harper: Hey chica what are you doing?
I set my phone down, knowing that she’s probably in the middle of putting her son to bed. I hop off the bed to do some sit ups. After that, I do some squats and lunges.
When I finish, I step into the kitchen and fill my tea kettle. While it’s heating up on the stove, I turn the TV on, trying to find something to watch. I settle on watching New Girl on Netflix.
The kettle begins to whistle, and I go into the kitchen, getting my tea ready. Hailey calls me grandma because I use my nana’s china when I drink my tea. She got it when she and Pop Pop got married. The cup is yellow with pink flowers on them, and it has a matching saucer.
It just makes me feel closer to her. She was all I had, and when she died, she left me a twenty-year-old orphan. I shake my head. I’m not thinking about her today because I don’t want to go to bed sad.