Free The Biker's Past: A Cold Steel Motorcycle Club Romance Novella by Meg Jackson

father: whether that was because of their first meeting or a general antipathy towards authority figures, I couldn’t quite tell.
    “ Um, an hour or so. But, Boon, will you…will you be nice? To him, I mean? Like, I mean, I know that he probably left a bad impression, but he really is a good guy, and he’s willing to give you a chance. I hope that means something to you,” I said, not sure how to say “don’t be a dick” in a nice way. Boon grinned.
    “ Oh, Samantha, don’t worry. I can be very charming. I’m grateful, I really am, I promise, and I’ll be good. I don’t usually make being nice to cops my priority, but I’ll make an exception. I’m still a little rough around the edges,” he said, reaching out for me and pulling me into his arms. He kissed the top of my head, I closed my eyes and smiled, loving the smell of him.
    “ Thanks, Boon. It’s just…you know, he’s a good guy, but he’s still on the fence about you…” I let my sentence trail off, not seeing any need to explain further. Boon wasn’t stupid.
    “ So…where do you sleep?” The question caught me off guard and I blushed. I’d never had a boy in my room before. I wasn’t allowed. I probably still wasn’t allowed, and I definitely wouldn’t have been allowed to have Boon up there if my parents knew. But they didn’t know…
    “ Upstairs,” I said, pulling away and grabbing his hand in mine. I led him up the stairs, thinking that Boon really was corrupting me. But in an innocent sort of way. Ever since I’d seen him on my doorstep, I’d felt my body drawn to him like a magnet.
    It wasn’t that I didn’t also like just talking to him and hanging out…I just also really, really, really liked the way it felt when he touched me. For the first time, I’d met a guy who excited my body as much as my mind, and that felt amazing. It felt like what I’d always wanted, been waiting for, dreamed of. I was hungry for him in every way: his voice, his stories, his laugh, his hands, his lips, his…
    I turned to him before opening the door to my room.
    “ You’ll be the first guy that’s not related to me to step foot in this room,” I said, aware that my eyes were probably sparkling a little bit. In a way, each time I was with Boon, I felt like I was losing my virginity all over again. In the hotel room, obviously, but then also on the beach, and now…I was letting him into all sorts of places that I’d never let anyone before. It was exciting.
    “ Don’t tell me there’s actually some sort of torture dungeon back there,” he said with a grin. I laughed and turned the doorknob, following him in.
    I looked around the room, suddenly very aware of how babyish it must all have looked to him: pink comforter, photos of Alicia and Becky in fuzzy frames, a teddy bear on the window seat, snow globes dotting the shelves. I turned to him with a timid grin.
    “ I guess this is a lot more pink than you’re probably used to,” I said. He grinned back.
    “ I like it. It’s who you are. And I like…I like this bed,” he said, suddenly pushing me forward. I fell onto my back with a cry of surprise. Looking up, Boon was staring down at me, the grin now looking wicked. I felt my blood begin to rush just from the way he was looking at me, could feel my pussy coming to life again, my clit beginning to perk up as he stared down at me, hunger in his eyes.
    “ I’ve had this bed since I was a little girl,” I said. “My Dad bought it for me.”
    “ Oh? What do you think your Daddy intended for you to do on this bed,” Boon said, his hands coming to my bare thighs, rubbing upwards towards the hem of my dress. My skin sparked, my flesh a piece of flint, his fingers steel. I moaned as his hands pushed the dress up further, revealing more of my milky flesh, pushing upwards towards my panties.
    “ I think he probably wanted me to have a lot of sweet dreams,” I said, my breath shallow, my eyes following Boon’s hands as they came to a