The Biker Needs A Nanny (Thirteen Bikers for Christmas)

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Lucky—

Grace pauses at the foot of my bed and turns to face me. She stands there, seeming nervous.

I take a step, and she backs up, turning her head, unable to hold my gaze.

I grasp her chin and bring her face gently to mine. Her eyelids flutter down.

“Look at me, pretty girl.”

When she does, I stare into their depths.

“You know there’s nothing to be afraid of, right? I’d never hurt you. I do anything you don’t like, all you gotta do is tell me. You say stop, we stop. Okay?”

She nods, and a thought flickers in my mind.

“You have done this before, right?”

“I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you mean. But there’s only been one, and he wasn’t very…”

“Wasn’t very what?” I smile. “Good?”

“Gentle.”

My smile fades in an instant.

“I promise I will be.” I hesitate. “You want this, right?”

“Yes. I want this.”

That’s all I need to hear. Only way she’s going to trust me is to show her she can. I cup her face in my hands and settle my mouth over hers. It’s barely a second before her lips part for my tongue. Her head tilts, giving me more access, and I step closer, bringing my body flush against her soft curves.

I long to rip the soft cotton shirt over her head, and I reach for the hem. She doesn’t stop me, so I remove the bra as well. She’s gorgeous, like I knew she would be. I gather her to me and feel her bare breasts press against me.

Her arms go around my neck, and it seems like I’ve fantasized forever about this. I’ve waited longer to be with her than I’ve ever waited for any woman. Even Melanie and I had sex the first night I met her.

I don’t want to rush this. Grace deserves to be treated with care, especially since it sounds like she never has been. Everything inside me urges me to get her on the bed and under me, but I have to remind myself I need to go slow and take care with her. She’s not one of the club girls or some hang-around girl just after a patch.

With Grace, that patch is not enticing. It’s the damn opposite. For her it’s a big red flag—an obstacle I’ve had to get her to overcome her fear of.

I back her to the bed, and she drops on her ass, her head tilting, her attention super-focused on me. Her chest lifts and falls with her quickening breath.

When I thread my fingers through her hair, her eyes slide closed, and she turns into my touch, rubbing her cheek against my palm like a cat.

The urge to fuck her fast and hard is strong, but I fight it. I need to take my time. I’ve worked too hard to overcome her fear. I don’t want to blow her trust.

I drop to my knees and cradle her full breasts in my calloused hands, my thumbs brushing over her nipples. She moans, her head falling back and her mouth dropping open.

I pinch and tug on them and whisper in her ear. “So beautiful. So responsive to my every touch.”

Her breathing quickens, and she arches, thrusting her breasts farther up, begging silently for more.

My lips trail down her jaw and neck, to the indentation at her collarbone where her pulse beats beneath my lips. I can’t resist doing what I longed to do when she wore that off-the-shoulder sweater.

I close my mouth over her tender skin and suck hard, knowing I’ll leave a mark. I want every man to see it; she’s mine now.

She moans a sexy fucking sound that has my dick pulsing and grabs at my shirt.

I help her, ripping it over my head, and then her hands are all over my chest and arms. She can’t get enough of touching me, and I have no intention of stopping her.

Lowering my head, I latch onto one nipple and then the other, giving them both the attention they deserve until her fingers thread through my hair, and she pulls me closer, like she can’t get enough.

“Lie back, angel.”

She does as I ask, and I work the fastening of her jeans, then pull them off, along with her panties. She’s completely naked, spread out on my bed, waiting, her chest rising and falling, her eyes watching my every move.

Her legs hang over the edge of the mattress, and I push her knees wide, my gaze on her pussy. “Are you wet for me, Grace?”

My palms slowly move up her inner thighs, and when my thumbs brush over her pussy lips she sucks in a ragged breath. She is wet, and I spread that wetness over those lips, seeking out that shy little clit hiding from me.

At the first stroke, she jerks.

“I’ll be gentle, baby,” I reassure her. “Got my word.”

Her legs tremble, but she nods.

Dipping my head, I drag the flat of my tongue in a long, slow swipe across her clit.

She stutters in a ragged breath, writhing on the bedspread, but doesn’t stop me.

“Such a pretty pussy you have, baby.” I dip my head again and lap at her clit, stroke after stroke. I use my thumb to dip inside her pussy, gather the flood of wetness, and use it to coat her clit. It glistens on her already swollen pussy lips.

“I plan to keep this pussy wet all night.” I slip two fingers inside. “My baby is tight and so wet for me. Goddamn, pretty girl, you’re hot as fuck.”

I brush my thumb over her clit, not letting up while I seek out her g-spot with my fingertips.

When I find it, her body flinches, and she thrusts her hips, begging for more.

I move onto the bed, never losing contact, and lean over her face. “Look at me, Grace.”

Her eyes open, and her pupils are dilated and so filled with desire. I hold her eyes while I fuck her with my fingers, my thumb not letting up. My touch is gentle, and I find a rhythm she responds to.

I want her like this, eager for it, desperate for it.

I can tell by her movements she’s getting close to orgasm. She’s panting now, and I keep my pace slow and steady, letting her get there in her own time.

My eyes travel over her quivering breasts. “You’re a vision, all laid out for me to play with, Grace. I’ll play as long as you want, as long as you let me.”

She soon sees the truth in my words.

“God, I could watch you get off all night.”

I dip my head and toy with a nipple, using my teeth, then sucking hard. When I do, she explodes in ecstasy, her head going back, coating my hand with her release.

I let her come down easy, gently stroking her through it, and finally, withdrawing my hand when she’s back to earth.

Her head lolls to the side, and her heavy-lidded gaze finds mine. Her chest heaves, and soft pants fall from her sexy lips.

I slide down the bed and lap up every drop, giving her clit special, soothing attention.

Backing off the bed, I stand and unfasten my jeans. She watches as I strip for her. When I’m naked and my hard dick is in my hand, I stroke it, giving her a show.

“You want this, baby girl?”

She lifts a hand to me.

I put a knee to the bed and move over her, bringing the head of my dick to her soaking wet entrance. I circle her opening, and she moans. “Ready for me?”

“Yes, so ready.”

Schooling myself to go slow, I give her only an inch, and then another. When she relaxes, I push in fully and settle in the cradle of her hips. I hold most of my weight off her, my eyes watching her reaction.

She sucks her plump bottom lip between her teeth.

“You okay?” I ask.

She nods. “Keep going.”

I glance at where we’re joined. “Goddamn, this feels good.”

She lifts her hips, and that’s all the urging I need. I move inside her, slowly at first.

“I’ve fantasized about this for weeks, Grace.”

“Me, too,” she says, shocking me.

“Really?”

“Really.”

I move faster, and soon, I have to hold myself back. “God, I want to fuck you hard.”

“Do it. I want you to. I want that. Please.”

I give her what we both want and fuck her hard, my thrusts increasing until our bodies are slapping together. I’m about to blow when I realize I didn’t even think about a condom or to ask if she’s on the pill. I should pull out and blow my load on her belly, but I’m too far gone; it’s already here.

My body goes solid and waves of white, hot pleasure wash over me. I’m floating on cloud nine, and every last drop of energy drains from my body.

I fall on top of her, and her arms wrap around me. I’m surprised by how tightly she holds me but loving it at the same time. I press soft kisses on her face and neck, stopping to press one on the mark I gave her that even now is bruising. I hope she’s not angry when she sees it in the mirror.

Withdrawing, I cuddle her to my side, and we drift off to sleep.

Just before I do, the thought crosses my mind.

This is big—way bigger than I ever imagined.

And I’m good with that.