Scrap: A Steel Bones Motorcycle Club Romance by Cate C. Wells

Author:Cate C. Wells [Wells, Cate C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-17T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 9

SCRAP

Fortune favors the bold. That’s what Heavy used to say when we was kids, and he was tryin’ to get us to do something that seemed likely to get us hurt, beat by our folks, or arrested. We never did come to ill when Heavy made the plans, but still. He had some crazy ideas back in the day.

Fortune favors the bold.

I honestly don’t know what was goin’ through my head when I threw Crista Holt over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Now, watching her pick through the cantaloupes at the Save Right, I don’t really care.

I’m just happy I done what I did.

She’s fussin’ with the melons, pickin’ one up and puttin’ it in the cart only to find another she likes better and swappin’ ’em out. She’s been at it for five minutes now, at least.

I could watch her thump melons forever. Her hair’s still damp from her shower, and she’s in a new set of ratty hoodies and jeans. No makeup.

She’s so fuckin’ pretty. She’s got this straight little nose and tiny freckles across her cheeks. And her body. I know what’s under the baggy men’s clothes now. Her skin is soft, and her tits are lush as fuck.

On the sofa last night, when she started getting comfortable, she reached for me, put her arms around my neck, and it was all I could do not to put her on her back and grind into all that soft sweetness. She had those titties squished against my chest, and I could feel her nipples bead through my shirt and hers.

Her eyes got all hazy, and she was risin’ up to meet me, pressing a little closer each time I kissed her, smilin’ a little more. I was so hard for so fuckin’ long my zipper made an impression all the way down my dick.

And I knew, if I pushed too much, she’d go back into her head, start worryin’ at shit. So I put myself on a schedule. I let myself kiss her whenever people on the movie was talkin’. They were action movies, so it wasn’t that much of the time.

Honestly, I wouldn’t have thought I could let myself touch her like I did and hold back. I figured ten years with only my hand, and a few years before that as well, I’d be coming in my jeans as soon as she let me slip my tongue in her hot mouth.

I didn’t count on the fact that this is Crista Holt, and she’s always made me stronger than I thought I could be. All those years in lock up, so many times I wanted to lay on my bunk and sleep the time away, I made myself get up, work out, read, all because when I got out and saw Crista Holt, I didn’t want her to be ashamed of what I was.

So, yeah, I had no problem keepin’ my hands from slippin’ down those jeans to explore the wetness between her thighs. For that girl, I can do anything.

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