Burning Down the House (Skull Crackers Motorcycle Club) (3 page)

“My, God, Melanie. That was amazing.”

She turned onto her side and slid her hand over his hairless chest. “It was, wasn’t it?”

“Do you do this often?”

“Nope. You’re my first,” she admitted, gazing into his eyes.

He looked shocked. “Your first?”

“My first pick-up,” she replied with a grin. “Not my first
time
. I’m the good girl people talk about. I don’t do things like this.”

His hand slid into her hair, and he pushed her head closer to him. “Then why me?”

“You intrigued me. You know, that bad-boy biker image people have. The emblem on the back of your jacket. Your motorcycle club’s name.” She hesitated for effect. “Your extraordinary good looks. And I think I just needed to be bad for once in my life. Everything came together at the same time.”

“Honey, you certainly weren’t bad. You were amazing. I wouldn’t hesitate to do it again. Maybe you’d rather go back to the motel, though. Or maybe you’d rather stay here.”

“On a hard, wood floor where we could get splinters?”

“Actually, I brought a double-sized air mattress with me – just in case, of course. I also brought a little food, drinks and a blanket in that pack I put on my bike. Is the bad girl inside of you game?”

“Absolutely,” she replied.

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After another round of the most incredible sex she’d ever had, Melanie and Danny went to sleep. Early the next morning, she awoke to Danny sucking one of her nipples while toying with the other one. She moaned and slid her fingers into his hair – oh, how she loved the feel of the slightly shaggy waves. He kissed his way lower and quickly brought her to an orgasm, even though it wasn’t as strong as earlier ones.

Finally, he entered her body and they enjoyed each other one last time. And Melanie knew that her time as a bad girl had come to an end. Now she would return to her boring life as a housewife alone in a big house for months on end.

“Time to get back to the motel,” Danny said, breaking into her thoughts. “We have work to do, and I can’t be late.”

Yep, it was time to return to her boring life.

They dressed, packed up his belongings, and he drove her back to the motel. He parked in the parking place from where they’d left. After they dismounted the bike, Danny turned to Melanie and said, “I’m leaving town later, and if everything goes as planned, I’ll find you and take you with me as my biker babe. If this job doesn’t go well, you’ll probably never see me again. Just remember my name. Danny Weston.”

He kissed her quickly then went into his room. Melanie returned to her own room. She would absolutely remember his name, as well as their night together. But unless something drastic changed for her, she would never be his biker babe or even that bad girl she’d been last night.

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