Biker Justice: A Skull Kings MC Novella
began tugging my jeans to the floor. He made no moves to undress himself. I bit down on my lip as he curled his index fingers over the waistband of my panties.
    “I want to taste you,” he murmured as he slid them over my legs. They ended up in a ball in his fist, and he chucked them to the side.
    Cold air licked up my legs when he pushed my thighs apart. My pussy tingled, exposed and vulnerable. Logan kissed my knees, working his way up slowly. My stomach coiled tightly, and I had to keep reminding myself to breathe. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale.
    Finally, Logan drew close to me, close enough to feel my heat on his face. He grazed his bottom lip against my outer folds, his eyes on mine, as if he were asking for permission. “Is this okay, baby?”
    I gasped as I felt the air of his words brushing against my wetness. I nodded.
    Logan drew apart my lower folds and began licking at my clit in earnest. My breath hitched as I squirmed on the couch. He had to hold my hips in place as his lips and tongue worked their magic.
    “Oh...oh...”
    My chest heaved when he slid his fingers inside of my pussy, stroking at my G-spot as his tongue matched his rhythm. The edges of my vision turned black as my brain melted into goo, unable to concentrate on anything but sheer pleasure. I gripped the edges of the couch cushions, needing him all of a sudden, his mouth on my breasts, his cock inside of me...
    As if reading my mind, Logan groaned. His free hand whipped down to his crotch where he began rubbing the bulge in his pants.
    “Fuck me,” I said through gritted teeth. I grabbed Logan’s sandy hair in my fists, squeezing and pulling.
    When he attacked my clit and pussy with more vigor, I cried out. My back arched off of the couch, raising my breasts to the ceiling. Logan reached up and squeezed me there, his grip strong and forceful through layers of fabric. His index finger slipped past my collar, past the edge of my bra, and brushed against my nipple.
    My entire body shook as my pussy walls tightened around his fingers. I could feel it coming. I was done for. Then, he pulled some maneuver with his fingers that pushed me over the edge, and I came. Right in his mouth.
    My pussy spasmed. He licked at my leaking, dripping hole as I endured wave after wave of orgasm, the most intense one I’d had in a while. Finally, I came to a shuddering stop and stared, panting, at him as he wiped his mouth.
    “Damn!” he said breathlessly, as if he were the one who’d just climaxed.
    I caught sight of the clock just over his shoulder. Just as he’d promised, it hadn’t taken very long at all.
    * * *
    T he atmosphere outside was just as we’d left it. Kids screamed in the bounce house. The air was pungent with the smell of grilled meat. Logan gave me a flirty smile before disappearing to get me another beer.
    “Well, aren’t you glowing?” Aspen remarked, sidling into my view.
    I rolled my eyes. “Please. Don’t say anything, or I’ll punch you.”
    “Aw, why do you have to be like that? For what it’s worth, I’m happy that you and Logan have been hitting it off.”
    “Sh!” I hissed. “Look, I’m not like you, okay? My life isn’t a Jane Austen novel. I can’t just go trusting every guy that thinks I’m decent to look at. It’s different when you have a kid.”
    “Still doesn’t stop you from having a taste, though, does it?”
    “Shut up. Just shut up.”
    Aspen chuckled as her gaze wandered across the yard. I caught her staring at Liam, who was making googly eyes back at her. I sighed. Part of me was annoyed. Did Aspen and Liam have to be so perfect?
    And where was Logan with my beer?
    I shaded my eyes, scanning the crowd. Xander was nearby. Somebody had given him a water gun, and he was having fun darting around the field with some other kids. I was irritated for a second, thinking about him sitting in his damp clothes on the drive home. Then I continued looking, grazing over clusters of Kings and commoners, old ladies and
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