Free Ride for Two: A Biker Erotic Romance (Black Death MC) by A. L. Summers Page A

It only took a few swipes before he felt her body tensing around his. When he felt her start to shudder and shake, he pushed in hard and held her tight to him. Then, he pumped her with round after round of his seed.
     
    They both collapsed onto the bed. Her hand rested against his chest. He held it close to him. He finally heard her breathing even out. Then, he let himself rest, too. They had some time until they had to get up and get ready for their day.
     
    He’d say that watching her get ready was his favorite part of the day. Actually, every part of the day was his favorite with her by his side. He loved watching her blink her eyes open sleepily. He also loved watching her trot off to the bathroom in the morning wearing his shirt, panties, and nothing else. He enjoyed their time together in the morning, getting ready at the same time. He treasured coming home to her at night and sharing their day’s news.
     
    She headed down to the kitchen, while he shaved. Then, he trotted down the stairs and snagged her around the waist, while she flipped the eggs in the pan. She laughed and jokingly tried to push him off before she sank into his embrace.
     
    “Hi you,” she murmured, as she leaned back against him.
     
    “Hey yourself,” he answered. He settled his arms around her waist. “Are you sure you really have to go?”
     
    There was a special multifaceted criminal case in a city three hours away. Those in charge of the case requested Lina’s help. She figured it would take her at least a week, so she was staying there. She invited Logan to go with her, but he had a couple of very important business meetings over the course of the week. Unfortunately, he couldn’t reschedule them and he also couldn’t commute that far every day.
     
    “You know I do, Logan. I’ll make it as fast as I can and I’ll call you every night.” She unlocked his hands from around her waist and put his breakfast at the bar. “Now, eat before it gets cold.”
     
    “Yes ma’am,” he joked. When she tried to walk around him, he reached out with one arm and pulled her on his lap. He put a forkful of his eggs into her mouth and they shared breakfast. Afterwards, he helped her load her luggage into her car. They kissed each other goodbye and headed in opposite directions to work.
     
    Throughout the day, they chatted over email. Because of Logan’s past, he was still somewhat suspicious and protective in nature. As a result, he forced her to learn a secret code. They used their secret language while they were at work; so, if anyone read the email, they would think it was strictly work-related. She thought it was ridiculous, but a little hot, too. It made her feel naughty. Sometimes, he was very naughty in their conversations; yet, no one would ever guess the hidden meaning behind his words.
     
    He asked her about the Whett case. This really meant he was asking her if she was wet for him. She blushed when she read it and hoped no one was watching. She responded back asking for aid with the case, so as to move it along to completion. When he didn’t respond right away, she followed up with: The case is moving along well. Do you need me to bring you the red file?
     
    In their code, the color red always indicated someone needed help. Usually, Logan was the one trying to protect her. He was prone to jump to conclusions. She didn’t know why, but today she felt the need to check on him. She just had a bad feeling.
     
    He responded about an hour later. He said that he had been in a meeting and that he was not ready for the file, yet. Then, he thanked her for the offer. They went back to chatting.
     
    She appreciated the effort he made to keep in contact with her. She still worried he would get caught up in his old, exciting, powerful life. The good thing was that she no longer worried about them. She wanted and loved him more than she had ever thought possible. Her love for him became stronger every single day.
     
    Around lunchtime,