Page 11 of Merry Merry Biker
Walking to the bathroom, I set her down on the bathmat, holding her steady as the blood that had rushed to her head when I’d had her over my shoulder settled.
“Ugh,” she muttered, slapping at my stomach. “That shit may seem romantic, but the head rush you get from it is crap.”
Chuckling, I started the water for the shower waiting for it to warm up.
I don’t think I’ve laughed so much in years as I’ve laughed in the last few days.
Sticking my hand in the shower to test the water, I found it hot enough and got in, tugging her along behind me. Smiling as she stuck her entire head under and stood there with the water cascading down her body, darkening her red hair.
‘She is so beautiful.’
Wiping the water from her face, she stepped out and caught me watching her.
“What?” she asked.
“Nothing, I was just thinking that you’re beautiful.”
She flushed, dipping her head shyly, smiling, “Thank you.”
“No need to thank me, Sprite, I’m just speaking the truth.”
The smile she sent me was blinding with happiness. Picking up her body wash, I squirted some on her loofah and proceeded to wash her. This was another first for me—I’d never cared enough nor trusted any of my previous my bed partners to even attempt anything like this. The appreciative noises coming from Lana while making my cock stand up and take notice were making me happy. I liked knowing that what I was doing was appreciated.
“Turnabout’s fair play,” Lana said, taking the loofah from me and running it over my chest, down my abs towards my legs.
“Jesus,” she muttered, her forehead hitting my chest, before she tilted her head up at me, resting her chin on my chest, “does that thing ever go down? Are you sure you’re forty-five because I don’t think your cock’s got the message.”
Howling with laughter at her words, I wrapped my arms around her in a hug. I had to agree. It had been a long time since I’d been able to get hard so often and I put it all down to the delightful package in my arms, who was watching me laugh with amusement lighting up her eyes.
Bending slightly, I gripped the back of her thighs and lifted her up, her legs automatically went around my waist bringing her hot pussy in alignment with my cock. With a gentle thrust of my hips, I nudged at her opening.
“It’s all you, Sprite,” I assured her with amusement.
She grinned at me, gripping the hair at the back of my head, she brought my head down to her.
“Well, then, Mr. O’Shea, let me take care of it for you. Kiss me and fuck me quick because I’m hungry and not just for your cock.”
Who was I to argue with her? An O’Shea man didn’t keep his lady waiting.
CHAPTER 8
LANA
My body was still humming after coming twice this morning, and I’d threatened to make him sleep in the guest room tonight if he didn’t let me get the food on, or we’d not be eating today.
Not that he’d taken my threats seriously because he’d just smirked at me, tapped me gently on the arse and left me to get dressed.
He did help me get our Christmas dinner together, though. It was fun working side by side with him; he knew how to cook, so we worked well together. And we chatted about anything and everything, I loved listening to all the places he’d travelled to while he’d been working.
“I’m so jealous,” I grumbled as I shovelled another mouthful of the stuffing he’d made into my mouth. I don’t know what he’d done to it, but it was amazing. I could have eaten the entire lot by myself.
“What are you jealous of, darling?”
“All the travelling you’ve done.”
Tommy covered my hand with his and squeezed it, bringing my attention back to him.
“You shouldn’t feel jealous, Sprite. Look at all you have.” He waved his hand around before he continued, “You have a beautiful home you bought yourself. You have a job you love, and from all that you’ve told me, you have people that care about you. That is much more than I have. I have a body that’s broken from years of abuse, a broken motorcycle and a family that doesn’t even know I’m alive. Yes, I’ve travelled the world, and I’ve money in the bank, but what you have here, this is far more important.”