Free Biker's Secret by Emily Stone Page B

consequence of spreading her legs for the enemy had been Emily, she still couldn't do away with the genuine excitement those memories evoked. More confusing still, a large part of her didn't want to. In spite of her present worries and fears for the future, basking in the afternoon sun was making Miriam's body feel warm and fuzzy; she could even feel a wet sensation starting to bloom in the crotch of her panties.

    Miriam's hand slipped down unbidden between her legs, taking a hold of her groin and rubbing it gently through the material of her sweatpants. She hated Brad for deceiving her and killing Bear in front of her, and she hated herself for betraying Bear and potentially the Speeding Seraphim by having the child of the same ATF agent who'd killed her boyfriend, but there was something inexplicably arousing about what she’d done and--for the time being, at least--had successfully gotten away with. She'd slept with the enemy and given birth to his child, committing the ultimate deceit against the people who'd been her family for fourteen years; and she had yet to be caught.%

    Miriam slipped her fingers down into her sweatpants and began rubbing her clitoris in slow circles, causing a fiery tingling to build up in her belly. As her eyes rolled back in response to the pleasure, she couldn't help but picture Brad on top of her in all his naked glory, pinning her wrists to the bed and thrusting into her like a champion bull. The ATF had been chasing the Speeding Seraphim for at least a year before the raid that ended their gun-running business; had Brad known that he was screwing the girlfriend of the gang leader he'd been hunting for so long? The thought was deliciously dirty in Miriam's mind as she embraced the scale of the betrayal she'd committed ostensibly for the good of the club. Perhaps the real reason she hated Brad for double-crossing her was that it reminded her of what a lying hypocrite she was. That was nothing to be proud of, and Miriam certainly didn't feel proud of it, but there was no harm in fantasizing in the security of her own home.

    The jingle of the doorbell interrupted Miriam's self-pleasuring, making her jolt in surprise. She jumped to her feet and guiltily wiped her pleasure stained fingers on the sofa before straightening herself out. Who the hell would call on her at this time of day, anyway? If Spider or Nicole needed something, they could just call her on her cell phone. In any case, there was only one way to find out who it was. Cursing in sexual frustration, Miriam made her way to the front door and opened it. She froze completely when she saw who it was.

    Dressed in an ATF uniform, the well-built agent had wavy brown hair and piercing blue eyes. It had only been four years, but he'd barely changed.

    "Good to see you, Miriam," said Agent Bradley McMahon.

    Miriam's response was to try and slam the door in his face, but Brad put out a hand and held the door open.

    "We need to talk," said Brad, sounding completely sincere, "it's important."

    "Unless you have a warrant, you should fuck off, you double crossing piece of shit!" Miriam snarled uncooperatively as she struggled with the door.

    "If you won't hear me out I can come back with a warrant and force you to listen." said Brad, patiently holding the door open. Miriam scowled angrily at her federal ex-boyfriend before finally capitulating.

    "Wipe your feet and follow me," she ordered, releasing the door. Brad duly wiped his feet and stepped inside, shutting the door behind him.

    In that instant, Miriam seriously considered making a run for her bedroom and fetching the Colt .45 she kept in her wardrobe. One bullet through his brain and it would all be over. But of course she knew she couldn’t do that; as much as she hated Brad, if she were to murder a federal agent--assuming he didn’t shoot her first--the consequences would be far worse for all concerned. She would go to prison for the rest of her life and Emily would be taken away