He reached down to guide himself inside me, as my legs parted further to make room for him. We both made soft sounds of relief as he eased slowly inside me, and stopped only when our bodies pressed tightly together.
“A million times with you wouldn’t be enough, Caroline. I feel like you were made for me, and I just had to wait ’til I found you.”
I would have swooned at his words, if I wasn’t already on my back with him on me, and in me, owning me with every breath and every touch. Every slide of him inside of me, every move of his body, and every tingle of pleasure that rippled through me.
“Fuck, I love you,” Harley murmured, as he surged deep inside me, over and over again, and I clung desperately to his shoulders, his back, any part of him I could grip tightly and hold against me.
“I love you, Harley, I love you,” I gasped out as that orgasm finally crashed through my body, and sent me floating on a cloud of heated pleasure.
“So. Fucking. Perfect.”
Harley followed me moments later, his hips pressing tight against mine as he reached his own climax, and groaned gutturally into my neck. He was heavy as he partially covered me with his body, but it was perfect. Everything about him was perfect.
Chapter Thirty-Two
THERE ARE MOMENTS IN life that literally couldn’t be any better, or would always stick in your mind as being the best moments. Unfortunately, sometimes they were followed by moments where it suddenly became the exact opposite.
There’d been a low rumbling sound in the background of my mind, but now that we were no longer deep in the moment, I recognised it for what it was. My brothers returning.Fuck. That was the rumbling of their rides I was hearing, and ignoring, because I’m so used to hearing it.
Caroline must have felt me tense up, because she sat up, nearly cracking her skull against mine, as I moved fast, frantically gripping the condom as I pulled out of her.
“What’s wrong? Oh god. What’s that noise?” Yeah, she was hearing it now.
I dumped the condom in the small waste bin, and grabbed the bottle of sanitiser from beside my bed, because you know what? When you don’t have a bathroom nearby, you need options. Anyway, I used it to clean my hands, and started dressing as fastas I could. Maybe if we could get out there quickly, we could leave before they all started partying, and penned in my ride so I couldn’t get back out.
“Fuck.”
“Harley?”
Caroline was a fucking vision as she gazed at me, even though she was tucking those beautiful breasts back in her bra.
“They’re back,” I said succinctly, because I didn’t need to say more than that. She gasped, and started dressing rapidly with hands that trembled, and made the job ten times harder.
“Here, let me,” I said, nudging her hands aside to fasten her jeans again for her.
“They’re out there,” she gasped, looking around us in a panic, “and they’ll know what we were doing in here!”
Was it adorable that her mind went there, or was it just frustrating that she wasn’t seeing the bigger picture. Nobody cared who I was with in my room, because it was my business and nobody else’s, but her feeling trapped here with a group of rowdy bikers? That’d be the end of us. And they’dberowdy, because they were riding the high of doing something amazing for others, and no matter how much of a hard man you are, that feels fucking good. It fills your soul. They’d be jazzed up, and that wasn’t the way I wanted her to see them, or meet them.
“What do we do?” Caroline asked helplessly, glancing fearfully at the door, like she expected them to come crashing through it, to fill this room and trap her with them. Fuck me, even I was feeling edgy about that now.
“Uh… I guess we have two choices here, babe. Either we hide all night, and trust me, you’ll need to get out of here at some point, be it for the bathroom or whatever… or we brave the outside, skirt around the noisy bunch of bastards, and get you the hell out of here and home.”
I stepped up close to her and tilted her worried face up. “Do you think you can handle passing them by, and leaving? If we move fast, and I get them to stay the fuck away?”
She sucked her trembling bottom lip and sighed. “I don’t know.”
Right, plan B, always have a plan B. I dug my phone out of the inside pocket of my cut, and dialled a number.
“Yo.”
“Pres, it’s me. We have a bit of a problem, I’m afraid.”
I could practically feel him tensing up, as he moved away from the noise a little.
“Fuck. What? I thought we’d just done a fucking good job.”
“Yeah, it’s not that. Uh… Caroline is still here with me.”
