Free CULVER: A Motorcycle Club Romance Novel by Meg Jackson

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belonged there for all eternity. When he pulled away, my head was spinning.

 
    “I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye,” he said, eyes locked
onto mine.

 
    “I’m…I’m glad,” I said, telling the truth but also scared of what I was
saying.

 
    “Samantha, you probably won’t believe me, but you’re…you’re so different.
From the girls I’ve known. I….I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.
You…you make me feel like a cicada,” he said, his voice sounding strange.

 
    “A cicada?” I asked, my eyebrows raised at the odd simile. He chuckled.

 
    “Not very romantic, I know. But here’s the thing about cicadas; they live
for, like, thirty years sleeping under the ground. For thirty years they just
sleep in the dirt. And then, suddenly, one summer, they wake up, and they make
all that noise, just for one summer,” he said. “You’re my summer. You woke me
up.”

 
    I blushed; no one had ever spoken to me so sweetly, so genuinely. It was
still a weird simile, but it made me giddy.

 
    “So I couldn’t let you leave,” he said, moving towards me. Just as he
grabbed my waist, we heard banging on the door to the balcony. It was Alicia.
She was motioning towards the door, where all our luggage was sitting. She
waved, signaling to me that they were leaving, going to the lobby. I turned
back to Boon, smiled.

 
    “But…I mean…this is it. I…I’m going home now,” I said, sure that I sounded
like the biggest loser.

 
    “I know. I know, but I couldn’t let you leave without saying goodbye,”
Boon said, pulling me to him and planting another earth-shaking kiss on my
lips. I felt my pussy getting wet immediately as his tongue probed mine, our
mouths meeting in bliss. My hands flew to his strong chest, and I pressed
against him, remembering the feeling of his cock in me. I broke away,
breathless. His eyes on mine were sweet but…carnal. Glancing down, I saw his
hardness through his pants. I looked back up at him quickly.

 
    “I wish we had more time,” I said, biting my lip, trying to suffocate the
burgeoning desire between my legs.

 
    “There’s always time,” Boon growled back, suddenly grabbing my wrist and
pulling him behind him. He led me through the hotel room and out to the
hallway. I was in a short dress, and the sudden chill of the air conditioning
made my nipples stand out and caused goosebumps to emerge all over my body. It
didn’t help that Boon’s grip on my wrist was demanding, merciless.

 
    He dragged me to the elevator and pushed the down button. We were on a
very high floor, and it always took forever for the elevator to get to us. Boon
pushed me against the wall, grabbing my thighs and lifting me towards him, his
mouth hungry, his hands forceful. I felt my heartbeat rising, my slit growing
wet under his touch. He was dominating me, and I loved it. I wanted to be taken
right there, right in the hallway, where anyone could see. We heard the pinging
of the elevator arriving and Boon broke away, but maintained his grip on me.

 
    The elevator arrived, doors sliding open. Boon pushed me ahead of him and
slammed me into the wall, the metal bar at my bottom; just within reach of my
hands.   I use it to brace myself as
he slid his hands up my thighs; feverishly searching for my hips. The motion of
the elevator lurching up sent a slight butterfly through my stomach, increasing
the intensity of the moment.  

 
    “Should we push the stop button?’ my words came out in haste as my leg
stretched to reach the button; his hand grazed my wet pussy under my dress.

 
    “No, don’t,” his breath heated, his voice murky with desire and
excitement.   Boon stroked my thigh
lightly and then slid his finger inside me, drawing a gasp from my throat. I
couldn’t believe I was doing this: fooling around in an elevator with a guy I’d
just met a few days ago, no regard given to the fact that it could stop at any
moment.

 
    My body