Biker Billionaire #2: The Mile High Club Read Online Free PDF Page B

he came, still he dove his shaft into me, until all I could do was hold tight to him, muscles locked around him, and ride out the rapture.
    At last he slowed and stopped, slumping beside me, both of our bodies shuddering and sweat-slick.
    And then he ruined it.
    "God, you won," he gasped. "You beat me, you crafty bitch."
    Oh, that word. How I hated that word. I tensed and went still, forcing myself to remain motionless, rather than leaping across the room and screaming like I wanted to.
    He felt me tense, felt the sudden, instant distance. "What? What's wrong?"
    "Nothing." I tried to remind myself he wasn't John, wasn't my father; he couldn't know.
    Shane had been laughing when he said it, clearly meant it as a compliment. I had won, too. I knew it, and the pride at the fact that I'd outmaneuvered Shane Sorrenson still shone proudly in my chest, but his casual use of that word had thrown me off.
    "Leo, come on. I hate it when women do that. 'Nothing,' you say, but it couldn't be more obvious that there's something." He propped himself up on an elbow and tried to catch my gaze. "Hey, I can't fix it if you don't tell me what's wrong."
    What a typical guy. Always fixing.
    "Just don't use that word around me again, okay?" I forced the anger away, forced myself to recognize his innocence. He hadn't meant anything by it.
    Shane brushed a wisp of hair away from my face, kissed my cheekbone. "Sure. I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it. I was just impressed. You got me to do what you wanted. Nobody ever beats me in a contest of wills. I always, always get my way."
    I only half-faked a laugh. "Well, it looks like you've met your match, buddy."
    He kissed the corner of my mouth, my chin, and my other cheekbone. "Looks like it." His eyes turned serious, then. "Why does it bother you?"
    I sat up and tucked a pillow behind me. "Just...it's old news. I should let it go. I know you didn't mean anything by it. It really is fine."
    "No, it's not." He touched two fingers to my cheek, turned my face to his. "Tell me, please."
    His honest sincerity had me sighing, and the intense focus of his eyes on me had me relenting. "Ugh. Okay, then. It goes back to my dad. It's his thing. He says it all the time to my mom." I lowered my voice to mocking male tone. " 'Come on Marnie, don't be a bitch.' Just like that, all the time. He doesn't mean anything by it either, usually. It's just something he says when my mom is irritating him, or when they're joking around. But he says it all the time . He's said it to me, too, in the same tone. 'Come on, Leo, don't be a bitch.' My mom hates it, and so do I. She's always hated it, and she's called him on it at least once a week for the last twenty-five years.
    "The reason it really bothers me, of course, has to do with John. He heard my dad say that to my mom once, and realized how much it bothered her, and me. So then, the next time he and I got into a fight, he said it to me, just like my dad used to, just to piss me off. 'Come on, Leo, don't be a bitch.' "
    "What a dick."
    "Yeah. That's the kind of thing he does. He doesn't yell when he's angry, he just makes these evil little digs, all calm as can be. He does it to piss you off, and then when you lose it, he acts like he's got the upper hand 'cause he hasn't even raised his voice."
    "That kind of thing would drive me batshit," Shane said, twirling a lock of my hair around his finger.
    "It did. Made me absolutely crazy. It's why I broke up with him so many times."
    "Well, I'm sorry I said that. I didn't know—"
    I darted at him, smashing my lips to his to silence him.
    "I know," I said. "It's just a trigger, for me. Now, shut up and tell me again how I beat you."
    Shane chuckled and pulled me on top of him. Marvelous sex-beast of a man that he was, Shane was firming up again. I slid my pussy against him, feeling him thicken and harden. As soon as he was hard enough to slip inside me, I guided him in, pulsing my hips onto him as he continued to fill out to his