Free Blood and Tears: A Biker Erotic Romance (Free Guns MC) by Joanna Wilson Page B
Authors: Joanna Wilson
overpowering.
Using his fingers, he spread her lips wide and played between her thighs tracing her labia and circling her clit. “Fuck me!” Kat ground out as she thrust back against him and felt one of his fingers slide into her, then another, then…
“Holy Hell!” The wind smacked her words as Solomon thrust into her, stealing the breath from her lungs and the sanity from her mind.
The man was built, and Kat could feel every ridge, every vein, every throbbing, heated fucking inch of his dick as he drove into her. Biting her lip, Kat gripped the sink like it was a raft and she was sinking. Fingers tight, jaw clenched, thighs shaking and…
“Uh!” Kat reared back, stretched up on her tiptoes and her nails scratched the air as came. It was just so quick, so explosive that she couldn’t even scream. Only the smallest sound escaped her as her entire body shuddered and exploded around Solomon, with him.
Kat could feel him a few heartbeats later, breath labouring, fingers digging into her hips as his thrusts became erratic and then stopped for a heartbeat. His body convulsed against her as he let out a loud satisfied groan and emptied himself into her.
No! Kat realized too soon that Solomon hadn’t worn a condom. She felt him, so unlike any other man she’d ever had. However, he wasn’t just any man.
Kat couldn’t help the half crazed laugh that escaped her as Solomon released her and she fell to the bathroom floor. Solomon wasn't just any man; he was the one trying to take over the Free Guns, the one who--most likely--killed their president, the one who--against all her better judgment-- just had her in the bathroom of a biker bar and came inside of her.
Stormy blue eyes met Kat’s as she realized how utterly fucked she actually was.
***
“Thank God I’m home,” Kat sighed as she collapsed onto her bed and kicked off her shoes.
Every muscle in her body ached, and she felt wet and sticky courtesy of Solomon Parker. Kat wasn’t sure how she had gotten home after their session in the bathroom. Perhaps it had been instinct that had picked her body up, but whatever it was, getting out of the bar had been anything but easy.
For a few brief seconds in time, Kat had forgotten about Jamison’s death, forgotten about being the prime candidate for presidency, forgotten that Solomon Parker was suspect number one of her list of suspects and the man running against her.
Sex was the simple part; it was everything else that followed after that was complicated.
Dragging her body to the bathroom, Kat turned on the shower and stripped off her clothes. Staring in the mirror at her naked form, she noticed bruising around her hips and a few hickeys beginning to deepen in color around her neck.
There was no denying that she’d fucked Solomon, and no matter how much she just wanted to pretend it had never happened, the bruises wouldn’t let her.
Climbing into the shower, Kat soaped up her body and ducked her head under the scalding spray, flinching as the water burned her. But Kat had always liked it hot, like that edge to everything she did in life. Hot showers, hot men, and hot bikes. One of these days, she was going to burn herself.
And when that happens, I’ll deal with it. Kat reminded herself for the hundredth time, the words sounding like a broken record.
Turning off the water, Kat heard a harsh knock and paused half way out of the shower. She waited a heartbeat but didn’t hear anything and instead reached for her towel. A second later she heard a thud that sounded like a body slamming up against her door.
“What the fuck is going on?” Kat whispered as she ducked and grabbed the gun hidden under her sink, one of many hidden weapons in her apartment.
Securing the towel tight around her, Kat removed the safety and held the gun firmly at her side between both hands as she exited the bathroom. With another shuddering thud the
Using his fingers, he spread her lips wide and played between her thighs tracing her labia and circling her clit. “Fuck me!” Kat ground out as she thrust back against him and felt one of his fingers slide into her, then another, then…
“Holy Hell!” The wind smacked her words as Solomon thrust into her, stealing the breath from her lungs and the sanity from her mind.
The man was built, and Kat could feel every ridge, every vein, every throbbing, heated fucking inch of his dick as he drove into her. Biting her lip, Kat gripped the sink like it was a raft and she was sinking. Fingers tight, jaw clenched, thighs shaking and…
“Uh!” Kat reared back, stretched up on her tiptoes and her nails scratched the air as came. It was just so quick, so explosive that she couldn’t even scream. Only the smallest sound escaped her as her entire body shuddered and exploded around Solomon, with him.
Kat could feel him a few heartbeats later, breath labouring, fingers digging into her hips as his thrusts became erratic and then stopped for a heartbeat. His body convulsed against her as he let out a loud satisfied groan and emptied himself into her.
No! Kat realized too soon that Solomon hadn’t worn a condom. She felt him, so unlike any other man she’d ever had. However, he wasn’t just any man.
Kat couldn’t help the half crazed laugh that escaped her as Solomon released her and she fell to the bathroom floor. Solomon wasn't just any man; he was the one trying to take over the Free Guns, the one who--most likely--killed their president, the one who--against all her better judgment-- just had her in the bathroom of a biker bar and came inside of her.
Stormy blue eyes met Kat’s as she realized how utterly fucked she actually was.
***
“Thank God I’m home,” Kat sighed as she collapsed onto her bed and kicked off her shoes.
Every muscle in her body ached, and she felt wet and sticky courtesy of Solomon Parker. Kat wasn’t sure how she had gotten home after their session in the bathroom. Perhaps it had been instinct that had picked her body up, but whatever it was, getting out of the bar had been anything but easy.
For a few brief seconds in time, Kat had forgotten about Jamison’s death, forgotten about being the prime candidate for presidency, forgotten that Solomon Parker was suspect number one of her list of suspects and the man running against her.
Sex was the simple part; it was everything else that followed after that was complicated.
Dragging her body to the bathroom, Kat turned on the shower and stripped off her clothes. Staring in the mirror at her naked form, she noticed bruising around her hips and a few hickeys beginning to deepen in color around her neck.
There was no denying that she’d fucked Solomon, and no matter how much she just wanted to pretend it had never happened, the bruises wouldn’t let her.
Climbing into the shower, Kat soaped up her body and ducked her head under the scalding spray, flinching as the water burned her. But Kat had always liked it hot, like that edge to everything she did in life. Hot showers, hot men, and hot bikes. One of these days, she was going to burn herself.
And when that happens, I’ll deal with it. Kat reminded herself for the hundredth time, the words sounding like a broken record.
Turning off the water, Kat heard a harsh knock and paused half way out of the shower. She waited a heartbeat but didn’t hear anything and instead reached for her towel. A second later she heard a thud that sounded like a body slamming up against her door.
“What the fuck is going on?” Kat whispered as she ducked and grabbed the gun hidden under her sink, one of many hidden weapons in her apartment.
Securing the towel tight around her, Kat removed the safety and held the gun firmly at her side between both hands as she exited the bathroom. With another shuddering thud the
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