Page 42 of The Biker’s Guilty Pleasur

“I want a proper kiss.”

“A proper kiss?” she asked.

“With tongue.”

She let out a gasp. “I don’t know what you mean. I’m a lady, and I do not kiss like that.”

She screamed and laughed as Reaper pushed her to the bed. “Then I’m going to have to show you exactly what I mean, aren’t I?” he asked.

She nodded her head and hoped she was pulling off the completely innocent look. She had a sneaking suspicion that wasn’t happening.

Reaper closed the distance, and it stopped being fun, not for a bad reason, but because she became so focused on him. He was close. She felt his breath against her lips. She didn’t look away, just watched him.

And then, his lips hit hers, and all sense of play left her body as he kissed her. Nothing else seemed to exist. It was just the two of them, and this amazing kiss.

Her hands were locked at either side of her head, because Reaper had pressed her hands there, and she couldn’t do anything but wait, and then he let her go. He pressed his aroused dick to her, and the kiss deepened before he trailed his lips down toward her neck.

She gasped. “I really do need to pee.”

Reaper burst out laughing, pressing his face against her neck.

“But hold that thought, okay? Will you do that?” she asked, scrambling to get off the bed.

“There is nothing else I need to do,” Reaper said, rolling over and resting his hands behind his head. He wasn’t wearing a shirt.

She quickly rushed into the bathroom and cursed her evil bladder and the fact she couldn’t handle being tickled. She used the toilet, then soaped a washcloth to wash herself down there, as she didn’t know where tonight would lead, and she didn’t want to put anything to chance. After washing her pussy, and then her hands, she made her way back into the bedroom, but found Reaper looking over some paperwork.

“Is everything okay?”

Reaper looked up and nodded. “Yeah, Lord just dropped this off for me, it’s just some paperwork for the club. I don’t suppose you have a pen?” He held one in his hand. “This one dried up.”

She rummaged into her bag, pulling out the pen Heidi had given her.

“Here you go,” Grace said. “What do you need to sign?”

Reaper looked toward her, and she didn’t know if she had crossed some kind of line, as this was club business.

“It’s making provisions for you.”

“Me?”

“The club, we take care of our own, and we all have these for our women, old ladies, and stuff like that. It’s a binding document detailing what you want to happen within the club. If anything happens to any of the men, it’s a legal club contract that means they don’t have to worry about the women.”

“Oh,” Grace said.

“Usually, the men say something along the lines, ‘until she gets a new boyfriend,’ or shit like that. If anything happens to me, I want you to be protected by the club.”

“Wow, I don’t know what to say,” Grace said.

Chapter Fifteen

Grace meant everything to him. Others may say they hadn’t been together long enough for him to know if she was the one. But he knew. Men like him didn’t need time to fall in love. It came on like a lightning bolt and there was no stopping it.

He never expected to fall for a woman. The club was all he’d ever needed. Women came and went like the wind, and none of them meant a thing to him. Grace changed everything and he wanted her protected, inside and outside the club.

“What’s FC stand for?”

“What are you talking about?” Grace asked.