The Biker's Protection - Book 3 (Motorcycle Club Romance) (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club) (8 page)

“Baby, it’s so hot when you suck me off like that… you bad girl,” he said.

He touched her shoulder, almost pushing her off of him. He leaned forward, gathering her up. Her pajamas were loose enough that he could slip them aside. She mounted him, sinking down onto his hardness as deeply as she could.  

“Oh yeah… it feels so good being in that hot pussy of yours,” he said.

She let go a deep breath, clenching her eyes with splendorous feel of him. He filled her so perfectly, so completely. She rocked her hips up and around, motivated by the oldest, most primal urge. Foley clutched her with his big powerful hands and helped her along, lifting her as he drove into her. He too was possessed by ancient carnal frenzy.

He tossed her to the side and was now above her. His wide and powerful form spread before her like a canopy. Savannah never tired of staring into his handsome face as soft, long wisps of hair fell forward. She reached up and twirled his curls around her fingers.  Foley turned his head and cupped her hand to his lips. 

Savannah drew her knees up and back to her chest before extending her legs up to his shoulders. He pumped into her even more deeply with every contact of her core around him, tight and sensitive.

“You like being fucked hard and rough. You like it hard…you like it when I fuck you hard and rough like that, don’t you? Tell me you like it hard and rough!”

“Yes, I like it hard and rough!” she said.

She consciously constricted her body around his, rhythmically. Foley grunted.

“Baby,” he said. “You’re the best I ever had.”

Gripping the sheets, Savannah moaned. He trailed his fingers along the back of her buttocks, the back of her thighs until he found the backs of knees. He pulled her tight against him, impaling her all the more while he thrusts mightily deep into her body. 

His fingers found crept into the seam of her buttocks, teasing that entrance as he filled her. Gasps escaped his lips as he chased his pleasure.

“You feel so good,” she said.

She raised hips up and down off of the mattress in counter rhythm of his. Her action caused her breast to bounce and jiggle. She reached between her legs and worked it until she was almost there. She managed her passion, holding off, breathing deep. She wanted to wait until Foley was there with him. He was watching her. When she saw that he had stopped, he took hold of her hand and encouraged her to finish.

She made a show of it. She let her legs fall apart and with as wanton a look as she could make, she touched herself. She looked him straight in the eye. Foley’s stroking, in and out of her was so electric. She drew herself tight on him, slowly, sensually until she was clenching him again until she spasmed on her involuntarily. 

The waves rippled through her until they consumed her belly. They rolled throughout her. Her nipples were hard and her moan came from deep within, wailing filling the theater. 

“Fuck, baby,” Foley murmured.

He watched over her as the powerful orgasm consumed her. 

She touched her finger to lip, touching her tongue to it like her finger was him. 

“Come for me,” she whispered.

He shook his head like he was a goner. And then it hit him. The rush overcame him as he stiffened and jerked. Savannah thrust against him to sweetly antagonize his pleasure. He shuddered and shivered until he could not move any more. Her giant and magnificent biker collapsed next to her. He was a wonderful man and amazing lover, but sometimes Savannah could not get over how handsome he was. 

As the pleasure washed over him, she lazed, tracing his exquisite profile with her fingers. 

“Yet another reason this is my favorite room in the house,” Savannah said lazily. 

“Mine too, except I don’t think I would be able to watch an entire movie here with you,” he said. 

“I’d kill for another night like this,” she replied, touching her fingertip to his nose.

“So do you mind if I crash here tonight? I really want to be with you. The arson fires have really thrown everyone’s schedules off but barring any more activity, I have only to go to work for a half day. I would really like to finish taking that ride with you,” he said.

Foley’s voice trembled with emotion. His words warmed her insides. 

“I would like that very much too,” she said.

Passion settled in her belly, causing an ache for him in her very core. She needed him again. She squirmed, and wantonly jutted her chest out suggestively. She took his hand and placed on his hand on her breast. 

His face went from adoration to wolfen. His eyes gathered darkly. He honed in, sweeping his hands on her buttocks. She opened her legs for him. Her knee rested on his hip, nudging forward to receive him. 

“Want something?” he teased.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Your cock inside of me.”

His firm fingers found her center where he teased her more. He knew so well already. His luscious touch revived passion to the brink of climax. She was almost there. And then he let up. He slowed his movement to prolong her pleasure.

Savannah throbbed with one animal thought on her mind. She needed to be filled by him. The tip of his hardness gazed her entrance. And yet as she tried to maneuver on him, he pulled away.  A little whine raked her throat. He chuckled.

“Please?” she asked.

“Please what?” he whispered.

“I fucking want you so much,” she begged.

With the slightest little movement by each of them, he was inside of her. Even though they had just had sex, his being inside of her again was so new, so exciting. Exhilaration made her shiver. She shook on him, drawing up tightly on his erection. His thrusting was sure and steady.  Their eyes never left one another. The look in his eye was so erotic, such pure sexuality. She pushed her hips up against up him, needing to take him as much of him as she could.  She felt like she couldn’t get close enough. 

Savannah swept her tongue into his mouth, tangling it with his. The taste of him, his wetness and heat, urged her to grind on him with powerful eagerness. His taste, his scent were such aphrodisiacs for her. She played with his hair, pushing her fingers through his thick, lush strands. She never tired of feeling its softness. She trailed the back of his neck with feather light fingertips knowing it would thrill him.

“Mmm,” he growled.

His body flexed, animated with the force of arousal. Savannah pulled back to gaze at his magnificent sculpted body. He was absolutely perfect, his muscles cut and pumping as he drove into her. Foley touched her, pressed on her as she undulated against his rhythm. She had never been so bold before but she watched as their bodies joined. It was almost too exciting. She closed her eyes as the pressure of a powerful orgasm built up. She thrust in jerking strides, stoking the fire until she burst with ecstasy. It was an intense sex climax. It rolled through her from deep within. She gripped him tightly, her spasms clamping down on him with a fury. 

Foley’s breath rushed through his nostrils like a bull. His grunts and noises told her he liked everything as much as she did. His eyes rolled back, but he held off as her orgasm pummeled him with blissful sensation.

“Savannah,” he cried.

From head to toe, her climax flushed her, temporarily paralyzing her in a state of contentment. Her nipples hummed with electric arousal. Foley arched to capture one with the blistering heat of his mouth. He still thrust into her, each stroke a sensory overload to her orgasm-sensitive core. Savannah never knew how great sex could be. This man, their chemistry, was incredible.

Finally, Foley let go. It was quite the show. He rose up from her like a god, his hair sweeping his beautiful face with romantic perfection. His buffed body was cut like a warrior’s as he roared the ancient cry of passion. Savannah loved that she excited him so. Her own moment passing, she had the presence of mind to reach between them and touch him as he moved within her. The extra sensation made him shiver with delight. She rocked her hips while his own climax made him a helpless mass.

They showered and slept.

Chapter 12

Foley went to work well before Savannah stirred. Waiting for word from him was a sweet agony. She listened on the news, crossing her fingers there was not another arson fire. Not just because it meant they could have time together, but the community of Devil’s Lake just didn’t need any more unrest.

Savannah bundled up on the chilly North Dakota morning and took Beau for a run up and around her favorite trails paralleling Devil’s Lake. She connected with Trenton. It was decided that since the sheriff was on to Carolyn Payton and Paul Kerley that there was no need for anyone staying in the guesthouse after all. Except that Savannah learned that some of the guys really liked it and were interested in renting it. It was probably a yes, but Savannah said she would think about it. 

“Promise us that if you change your mind about things though in the future, you talk to us. We’re good people,” said Trenton. “Promise.”

As soon as she got a call from Foley that he did indeed have the time off, Savannah hopped in the shower and put on her cutest clothes that would also be suitable for riding. She wished there was a way her dog could come with them. She told Foley when he got there.

“Why not drop him off at Susan’s? I’m sure she wouldn’t mind,” said Foley.

“Ah, no thank you,” she replied.

“Hey,” he said taking her into his arms. “Don’t not like her because she used to be married to me.”

“I am a little annoyed because her bill was so high. I can’t afford her as a babysitter,” said Savannah.

“What do you mean?” asked Foley.

“For what she charged me, I could go to the Caribbean for a week,” said Savannah.

“You’re kidding,” said Foley. “Over 2,000 dollars.”

“Shit!”

“She said it was emergency care,” said Savannah cynically. “Or maybe she’s not over you, and she’s punishing you through me.”

“Okay, let’s not go conspiracy theory,” said Foley. “If you want me to talk to her–”

“No, please don’t,” she said. “I want to be fair. I want to at least sort my perspective out before I act on it. I also want to run her invoice by my own vet and ask him if that’s how much he would charge in the same situation.”

“Okay,” said Foley. “I will butt out.”

Savannah smiled. He was such a caretaker.

“That’s hard for you to do, isn’t it?” she teased.

“Fuck, yeah,” he winked.

 The weather was warmer than it should have been for a fall day on Devil’s Lake. Savannah asked if they could go out to the Spirit Lake Casino, and he thought that was a fine idea. They packed up some clothes just in case they stayed over. Foley asked the guys who liked her guest house to watch the dog, and they were happy to.

“We’ll use that movie room the way it’s supposed to be used yet,” said Foley.

“I was shopping the other day to invite everyone over for a movie night,” she confessed.

“I like that idea,” he said, kissing her.

He took his sweet time too. His tongue slowly entwined with hers, arousing her with taunting, sensual motion. Savannah was limp in his arms.

“Not that I’m in any hurry to not be kissing you, but I’m going to give myself to you right here on this bike if we don’t get going,” she said. 

“I think I like that idea,” he replied.

He turned around to grip the bars, reaching behind him and pulling her to snugly fit against him tightly. Savannah was proud to be riding with him. The weather was crisp and clear and perfect for riding. 

The long strand of Highway 2 that corded across the water to the casino where Foley and she agreed would make a great place for lunch, was a completely different experience on the motorcycle. The elements of the outdoors were all the more vivid. And daunting. Savannah was aware that if they lost their balance and, God forbid, they had an accident, they could end up in the lake. She loved holding onto him, sharing the moment with him. Thrilling. Daring. Intimate. And so, so safe.

The casino sat on a built up island off of Highway 2. Foley pulled off the main road, slowing the bike’s pace as it found its way to the parking lot. Savannah was so excited, impatient to be at the casino with him, holding hands inside and eating lunch. All of it. She squealed and hopped like a teenager.

“Okay, okay,” he said.

They each took a bag and their helmet but still managed to hold hands. Halfway to the entrance, he stopped to kiss her.

“So sweet,” he said.

Savannah liked the way they looked as a couple in the reflection of the smoky glass of the casino entrance. She knew he was tall, but it was really obvious how much taller he was than she. She thought he looked so hot in his leather coat and chaps. Her insides swirled with affection for him. She kicked herself for rushing things because if she didn’t know better, she was sure she was in love with him. No, she couldn’t be. Could she? That was the stuff that happened in movies, not in her life.

The interior of the casino was grand. Foley grinned at her.

“Wouldn’t this be the perfect place to fuck?” he whispered.