Series: Burns Brothers #2
everything to this tattooed bad boy–good thing since he’s about to start his
first time I laid eyes on her. But what starts as a fun time, quickly gets
serious when the stick turns pink a month later. My life is already chaos with
my recently paroled father popping up and the usual drama at the family
business building custom motorcycles. Plus our reality show just got picked up
for a full season.
the fan when I discover that the new woman in my life is the daughter of the
President of the West Coast Kings, the baddest motorcycle club in
Sacramento–and our biggest client. Think he’ll like being called Grandpa?
the ability to use my knees.”
Turning, I sat on the edge of the bed and eyed Ryan expectantly. How did I do
a thump. “You should see your face right now.”
this. I mean, I’ve done this before—just not this this, ya know?”
way or wrong way to do this. There’s no game plan or checklist or whatever. We
just do whatever feels right, whatever you want.”
“Then I want you to kiss me.”
kiss me.” I leaned into him and his arm came around my shoulders and settled in
a way that just…felt right. “Please.”
it does to me when you bring out the eyes. You could ask me anything, and I’d
probably do it.”
his lips hovering over mine, and then he whispered, “As long as you promise to
only use your powers for good.”
and he groaned. “Fuck me.”
mine, and I lost the ability to think. All I could do was
feel. His amazing lips. The way his hair felt in my hands because I had to hold
him somewhere. The way my heart raced when he suckled on my tongue.
frantically at his clothing because I had to feel him. Everywhere.
husky in my ear and made me want to moan. “I think the only thing hotter than
your gorgeous eyes is how eager you are right now.”
his hips so I could straddle him. Looking into his eyes, I smiled wickedly.
throat unevenly. “Uh, I stand corrected. Apparently you can get way hotter.”
hot guy, so worked up and just willing to do anything that I wanted? I think I
could’ve come from that thought alone.
heart on his left pec with “family” written in script. The flamed motorcycle
racing down his arm. And the muscles. Sweet baby Jesus, the muscles! He had so
many muscles I couldn’t even…
over my head. A reverent expression stole across his face. “Ah, Hope. You’re
him, I moaned into his mouth. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached
behind me to unclasp my bra but my fingers were swiftly batted away by Ryan’s.
He made quick work of the clasp and then my bra was falling down my arms,
baring me to Ryan’s hungry eyes.
and cupped the underside of my left breast.
which. I bit my lip and looked down at where his tanned, calloused fingers held
my pale breast. “You’ve been thinking about my boobs for a while?”
night. And occasionally when I was alone the last few months. I couldn’t get
you out of my head after that first night. How you looked. That scent. The way
your voice sounded.”
remembered me. I’d had such an impact on him that he thought about me, too?
rasped his cheek against my hard nipple again. Then he finally stopped teasing
me and gave what I craved. He captured the tip of my breast in his mouth and
into his hair and held him against me. Like I was afraid he’d try to get away.
on my wet nipple before turning his head and laving attention on my other, poor,
I wanted more. I wanted deeper. I wanted him all. My thighs clenched and I was
seconds away from my second orgasm of the night when Ryan pulled away with a
my shoulder. “You keep grinding on me like that and this show is gonna be over
before I even get out of my pants.”
prefers to spend her time on happily ever after. She writes the kind of stories
she loves to read—the hotter the better!
found surfing the couch indulging in her latest reality tv fixation, baking
something ridiculously tasty (and horrible for her waist line) or snuggling
with her husband.
husband, ridiculously cute kiddo, and goofy dog.