It was the hottest fucking thing ever and it took everything he had not to pull free from her greedy mouth, rip down her jeans and throw her onto his bed to finish them both off.
He managed not to, but the whole fucking ride he’d been thinking about his plan and his erection had been raging. He’d never thought their runs were too long until today.
And that was even after he’d emptied his load down her throat earlier. With a warning first, of course. But she ignored the warning and, knowing she was about to accept all of him, made him come even harder.
Yeah, he really fucking liked this woman.
He might even more than like her.
But he’d take what she’d give him, because he’d been dead serious when he’d told her he was hers as long as she wanted him. When she no longer did, he’d walk away and chalk up his time with Chelle as one of the better chapters in his fucked-up life story.
Five minutes later, pulling into the parking lot of The Grove Inn, his balls were screaming, his dick throbbing with its own heartbeat and the keycard Ozzy slipped to him before the run was burning a hole in his back pocket.
The refurbed ‘70s-style motel had the office in the center, the manager’s apartment above the office, ten rooms to the left and another ten to the right. He did a tight loop and then crab-walked his sled backward into the spot in front of the last room on the right with the numbers two and zero nailed to the dark blue door.
After slipping him the keycard, The Great Oz had also bumped his shoulder and said number nineteen was empty so they could go hog wild and not have any pigs in uniform called for a disturbance.
The motel manager also cocked an eyebrow at him and shot him a knowing look, which Shade read as the man had seen the video of him and Chelle in the Subaru.
Fucking great.
While Chelle did a pitstop before they left for the four-hour-long ride, Shade grabbed Easy and pulled him aside.
Before he could even ask the brother who all had seen the video, Easy smacked him on the back, crowing, “Fuck, brother, you got yourself a fuckin’ MILF. That hair, that fuckin’ body, those glasses. She teachin’ you things? In and out of bed? Bet she uses a ruler to do it, too. Yeah?”
They hadn’t even had a chance to fuck in a bed yet, but he wasn’t telling Easy that.
He locked gazes with the brother who was closest to him. “Assumin’ you saw the video.”
Easy’s face gave the truth before his mouth spit out the lie. “What video?”
“Trip said it was deleted. That true?”
Easy took a step back and raised both palms. “Not sure what video you’re talkin’ about.” Then he grinned like the asshole he was. “Dude—”
“Don’t need to hear about it. Just need to hear it was deleted.”
“Yeah. Trip zapped it himself.”
Thank fuck. “Who all saw it?”
Easy pursed his lips and his eyes shifted to the side.
Fuck. “Should I ask who didn’t fuckin’ see it, instead?”
“Yeah, that list is a fuck of a lot shorter.”
“Christ,” he muttered.
“Your technique got a solid seven. Chelle’s mom-bod got a fifteen on a scale of ten. She rocks it.”
“Brother,” he growled.
Easy laughed and wacked him on the back again. “Brother, it’s gone, and everyone’s probably forgotten it by now. You rarely tap pussy, so thanks to the video we no longer wonder whether you eat hot dogs or tacos or, hell, even sausage-stuffed tacos. Also proved when you hunt snatch, you go after the good shit.”
Even though Easy was like blood to him and had kept his secret of being unable to read, right at that moment Shade wanted to shove his fist down his throat to shut him the fuck up. He was close to doing that when Chelle joined them and he had to swallow his irritation. It chapped his ass that Easy, as well as some, if not all, of his brothers had seen his woman naked.
Thank fuck she didn’t know.
They also all knew Chelle was about to lose her clothes again, this time in a real bed.
He helped her off his Night Train, then swung his own leg over while she removed her helmet.
“I would ask why we’re here, but I’m pretty sure I can guess,” she teased as she straightened her ponytail.
“Normally we eat after the run and I plan on eatin’... just not food.”
He took the helmet from her and hooked it over the handlebar.
“I’ll have you know, I’m shaking,” she whispered, holding her hand out, palm side down. She wasn’t lying, it had a visible tremble to it.
He grabbed it and pressed his lips to the center of her palm. “Hopin’ that’s from anticipation.”
“What else would it be from?” She approached the door and glanced over her shoulder at him. “You have the key?”
The way she looked right now, with her flushed face and the sparkle in her eyes, he could stare at her all fucking day. He took a quick snapshot of her like that in his mind so he could remember it at another time.
He slipped the keycard from his back pocket and handed it to her since she was blocking the door.
“How long do we have the room for?” She slipped the card into the slot, the light turned green and she opened the door.
“The rooms ain’t rented by the hour, beautiful. Got as long as you want.”
“All night?”
He stopped in the doorway and watched her move around the room, turning on the lights to inspect it. It had taken a while for Ozzy and a local Amish construction crew to refurbish all the rooms, but it was now finished and The Grove Inn was like a whole new motel.
It was also no longer rented to the dregs of the Earth. Business people and families regularly rented rooms now. The motel turned a good profit and Trip had been smart to buy the failing business.
“What about your girls?”
“They won’t be home until later and, anyway, they’re both old enough to stay home alone. I just need to be home early enough tomorrow morning to get ready for work and to make sure Josie gets up and goes to school on time.”
“You fuckin’ serious?”
Her eyebrows pinned together. “You don’t want to?”
He quickly went to her after shutting and locking the door behind him. When they were toe to toe, he grabbed her hands and pulled them to his chest. “Beautiful, ain’t nothin’ I want more than to nail you to the mattress all fuckin’ night.”
She laughed. “Sooo much better than sappy romantic poetry.”
Good, because he was far from sappy or romantic, and didn’t know one damn line of poetry and hopefully never would. “What excuse you gonna tell your girls?”
“That’s what I need to figure out.” When she chewed on her bottom lip, the memory of her on her knees sucking him off smacked him right in the face.
He needed her spread naked on the bed and soon.
She pulled away and drifted around the room again. “I’ll tell them a coworker was rushed to the hospital and asked if I could babysit her children overnight.”
“You good with lyin’ to them like that?”
She spun around and bugged her eyes out at him. “What am I supposed to tell them? A sexy biker is nailing your mother to the mattress in a motel?”
“Not sure I’d word it like that,” he said with a snort.