Eventually, he stopped taking pictures.
But instead of his arm dropping down at his side, it curled around the upper part of my chest, pulling me flush against him.
I knew I needed to pull away.
Yet all I could do was let myself be held.
His other hand reached up, grabbing the phone and tucking it away before it, too, curled around my stomach.
“I don’t think you’re as okay as you’re trying to seem,” he said, his lips right up against my ear to keep the sound from carrying. It also made his breath tease over me, made his beard tickle my skin.
“I’m fine,” I insisted. There was a hollowness to my voice that betrayed the truth.
“It’s okay to be conflicted,” he said, like he was reading my mind.
“This is my home.”
“This was your home,” he clarified. “But people move all the time, make different choices, forge different paths. You don’t have to stay just because it’s what you’ve always known.”
“It’s not that easy.”
“There are things that need to happen,” he agreed. “But once they do, you have choices. What good does it do to close your mind to them?”
He wasn’t wrong.
Even if I didn’t say that.
I just stood there, just let him keep holding me.
His hand slid up, covering my mouth, and I didn’t know the reason until his hand drifted down from my belly to press between my thighs.
I gasped against his palm, surprised by just how quickly desire spread through me.
His club brothers couldn’t be far away.
A whole clubhouse full of enemies was just a few yards off.
We could be seen, heard, discovered.
I couldn’t care less as his fingers pressed in, the friction of my jeans and panties only managing to drive me up faster.
“Couldn’t think about anything else but getting my hands on you when I saw you on that bike,” he murmured, the words making my chest swoop. “Wanted to climb on with you, turn you around to straddle me, and fuck you until you were screaming.”
I whimpered against his palm at the mental image, at being wrapped around him on my bike, his thick cock buried deep inside of me, and riding him until we were both shattered.
Colter’s face shifted, kissing down my ear, then the side of my neck.
Then, pushing my neckline aside with his chin, his lips sucked near my collarbone. Hard. Throbbing. Marking me. But where no one else would see.
And just like that, the orgasm crashed. I cried out against his palm as the waves moved through me over and over before finally ebbing away.
Little by little, Colter moved his hand, then arms, away.
Before stepping to the side of me.
Like nothing at all had happened.
He reached for his phone and took a couple of pictures as I just stood there, staring at his profile as I tried to get my heartbeat and breath to slow down again.
