Free Ignite the Flame: A Satan's Savages MC Novella #2 by K E Osborn Page B

pant coming down from the unmistakable high. We really have such an intense physical bond let alone the chemistry we share. I really think we’re meant to be.
    His hands wrap around my back as I nuzzle into his neck and kiss his salty skin gently.
    “That wasn’t half bad, biker boy,” I murmur trying to tease him.
    “Half bad? Geez woman. If that was only half good for you, your expectations are way too high, ‘cause that was fuckin’ awesome for me.”
    I giggle into his neck and nod. “I suppose you’re right. It was definitely above average.”
    He groans and grabs hold of me tightly and rolls us over on the bed so he’s on top of me. I giggle at the sudden movement and change of position.
    “Listen here woman! You love the way I fuck, don’t go pretendin’ you don’t.”
    I smirk and roll my eyes. “Dylan, that wasn’t fucking, that was making love.”
    He scoffs and runs his nose along mine. “Flame, I’m a biker. I will not, nor have I ever, made love. I fuck. I love you… yes. Will I watch clit shit with you? Sometimes… if you’re lucky. Will I buy you flowers? Absolutely. But this fuckin’ fact, I won’t budge on. It may look like we’re making love, it might feel like it, but I still have to call it fuckin’. You got it?”
    Smirking, I nod and giggle. “You mean steal me flowers, right?”
    He chuckles and nods. “Yeah. But what about you, you naughty girl.”
    Opening my eyes wide, I smirk again. “Naughty? Using my words now? I’m rubbing off on you Steel. You’ll be making love before you know it.”
    He takes a deep breath and looks me in the eyes smiling. “Well, if you wanna call it that, you go ahead. But if you tell my new brothers we make love instead of fuck, I’ll be having some crispy Petunia bacon.”
    “You would not!”
    “No, I wouldn’t. I like that little fuckin’ pig too much. But please babe, don’t go makin’ me look all soft and shit, even though you make me into this weak as crap man when I’m around you.”
    My chest tightens and I bite on my bottom lip. I know it may not seem like it, but that was a really sweet thing for him to say. “Oh baby, thank you. And just so you know, I love that you feel like that. But to me, you’re a tough, strong, and confident biker boy. Believe me there’s nothing weak about you. Don’t worry, I won’t go telling the guys we make love… that can just be between us.”
    He smiles and moves a strand of hair behind my ear. “Okay, good. Fuck me! I love you, you know that?”
    I nod. “I know. Now let’s try out this new whizzbang bathroom?”
    He chuckles and nods pulling out of me and planting a kiss on my nose.
     

 
    We’ve been settled in at Aldinga for a solid day. I was officially patched in last night at a special ceremony, and after a little party, Willow and I celebrated in our new room. Willow seems to be fitting into our new digs well. It’s good to see her smiling again after what went down two weeks ago. She and Meli have hit it off well, and I’m glad she has someone here to talk to of the female variety. I know how hard it would have been for her to have left the kids from the centre and her home behind. I’m more than aware she has given everything up for me, so in return, I’m willing to give her anything she needs to adjust to this life.
    I’m sitting in the clubroom with Jock having a brew when Gator struts in. “Right brothers, emergency church. Steel come on in brother, you’re one of us now.”
    Standing up, Jock slaps me on the shoulder and I smile full feeling proud to be a part of a brotherhood again. I missed it. I miss my other brothers and wish I could see Techie, but I know that’s not possible right now. Not until Willow has completely settled in.
    My boots feel light as I walk with a renewed spring in my step toward the black doors of the assembly room. We all file in and I take my seat at the end of the table being a newbie to the group as Gator sits at the head and Gadget