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

rest on my hips. He dropped to his knees before me.
    “ I imagine he wouldn’t be too pleased if he knew his little girl was fraternizing with someone like me on this bed,” Boon said, bringing his lips to my skin. I shivered as he began to kiss my inner thighs, his soft lips like a feather.
    “ What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” I said back, my thoughts beginning to fade as desire took over. I knew we were on thin ice, that Dad had only just come around, but I didn’t care. The way Boon touched me, kissed me, was enough to make me reckless.
    His lips moved upward steadily, and I let my head fall back against the covers, my eyes closed as my body temperature rose with each tender kiss. Finally, he paused, hovering just above my pussy. I could feel his hot breath against my sex, could feel myself growing wet from anticipation. His mouth came to the fabric of my panties, the thin material the only thing between his lips and my clit, which was now swelling and aching to be touched.
    His fingers closed around the elastic top of my panties and he pulled down roughly; I raised my legs, letting him pull my panties down, my pussy now exposed to him. He looked up at me with a look in his eye which, I’m sure, matched my own. He leaned forward again, licking his lips, kissing the flesh around my slit, his fingers sliding up and down along my wetness, making my pussy clench and ripple with need.
    Slowly, he pressed one finger into me, causing me to cry out and push my hips towards him. His mouth found its way to my clit and I cried out again as he flicked it with his tongue, causing a fire to whip through my veins. He began to suckle and lick at my clit while probing me with his finger; my head seemed to melt into the mattress, my cheeks flushed and rosy from heat, my fingers clutching at the covers.
    Slowly, he pushed another finger into me, and my body pushed harder towards him, wanting more. He circled my clit with his tongue, then flicked it upwards, the changing sensations like a kaleidoscope of pleasure. My pussy was clamping down on his fingers as he pushed them into me then curled them, seeming to search for something inside me; I suddenly felt a bolt of fluid electricity rush through me as his fingers pressed downwards.
    My legs clenched around his head, my hands rushed to his hair, entwined in the strands, pressing his face forward. He rubbed at the same spot inside me, his tongue tracing wild patterns on my clit. My body pushed downwards against the mattress, letting his fingers press deeper, harder, against that magic place, each second passing like a century as I felt a great need welling up inside me, a desperate agony, a feeling like water pressing against a dam.
    “ Oh, fuck, Boon, please, don’t stop, don’t stop,” I moaned as his tongue sped up, flicking my clit steadily, each time drawing me closer and closer to the edge, his fingers deep and strong inside me, coaxing, beckoning, pressing against that spot, that spot, oh jesus, that spot. My mind fell apart, I pushed his head against me, hard, feeling my body coming to a singular point of boundless ecstasy, so close, so close, don’t stop, please…
    “ Fuck,” I screamed out, hearing the word pierce the warm, still air of my bedroom, and released a flood of juices over his fingers, my clit standing straight like a soldier, my body shuddering as all the built-up tension melted away in a flood of delight, like sand running with the tide. My hips arched upwards as his fingers moved away, his tongue taking their place, tasting my juices, lapping at them like water.
    I moaned as Boon pulled away, my grip on his head relaxed, my thighs falling open in weak surrender. He began to crawl over me, grabbing my hands along the way and pulling them over my head. I smiled dazedly up at him, still reeling from the orgasm. And that’s when we heard it.
    It was distant, but not very distant, maybe three blocks away. A roar of many engines. At first, I didn’t