Crotch Rocket: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance Read Free Page A

discuss this with you.  You’re still connected to the club which means it’s still all your fault.”  I placed my hands to his chest intent on pushing him away.  Instead, his strong hands wrapped around my wrists and he pushed my arms up against the shelf we’d just fixed.
    “Well if it’s all my fault then why don’t you tell me what it is so I can try and solve the problem.”  He was giving me a look, the look that could melt ice on a glacier.  I didn’t want to succumb to his demands but he had a point.  It was his fault, and the clubs fault, maybe they should be the ones to fix it.
    “Fine.  Ok, if you really want to know, I’ll tell you.”
    “Good,” he said with a grin.  “But first, we need to go s omewhere.”  He lowered my arms and began to pull me towards the back room where we stored their alcohol supply.  He pushed open the heavy rubber flaps that served as the door and pushed me up against a pallet of beer. “You know what I think?” he said his breath heavy on my neck as he leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “I think you need to get laid.” 
    My chest heaved as I took in his words.  The feel of his body had my skin prickling as the area between my thighs grew wetter.  
    “Do you feel that?” he asked as he thrust my hand down between his hips. 
    “Yes,” I answered quietly as my fingers traced his hardness.  He groaned lightly and then turned me to face the pallet as he ground his hips against my backside.
    “I’m so hard for you,” he commented as his hand snaked around my body to grip my breast. 
    I knew I should stop him.  I knew I should cry out and that I should push him away but it felt so good.  Instead I stayed completely motionless as his other hand snaked around my body and up the inside of my shirt.  I could feel the bare skin of his fingertips on my breast as he pulled one cup of my bra down and replaced it with his hand.  My nipple instantly hardened beneath his touch and I couldn’t help myself as my body fell back against him.  His tongue flicked my ear and teased down my neck.  My mind reeled in a jumble of wanton desire as it sought to take in what was happening.
    Catching a grasp on reality I whispered, “Wait.”  It was so quiet that I wondered if he had even heard it as his other hand reached up to pull down the remaining bra cup.  His two hands clasped both of my tits as he hungrily sucked my neck.  “I can’t,” I continued attempting to be more forceful.  Yet he didn’t stop – and I didn’t want him to.  He removed a single hand and undid the button of his jeans.  I could hear the Zzzt sound of his zipper as it slid down.  Seconds later both of his hands were gripping the hem of my skirt, and with little resistance the fabric slid upwards in folds around my hips.  “I hate you,” I gasped as he ground his hardness against my backside.  His fingers worked their way inside of the fabric of my panties and pulled them to the side. 
    I heard him laugh lightly as he listened to my words.  He knew I didn’t mean them.  At the same moment they were leaving my lips I was pressing myself back against him practically begging for him to thrust himself into me.  In fact, that was exactly what I was begging him for.  I could have said “no” a million times but my body was saying “yes, yes, yes”, and in that moment so was my mind.  The first and only time the two had agreed on anything having to do with Jacob.  Right then, mind and body both wanted to be filled with him and only him - his smell, his voice, his body, his cock.  All other thought drifted away and I found myself moaning as he pushed me forward over the beer stack.
    I gasped as his cock pressed between my legs and slid between my moist lips.  I was so turned out that I couldn’t have stopped if I’d wanted to.  He kicked me legs wider as his hand gripped my shoulder to hold me steady.  With a single hard push, he thrust himself inside of me.