Savage Angels: A Savage MC Erotic Romance by Alice May Ball

Author:Alice May Ball [May Ball, Alice]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction, Coming of Age, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers & Suspense, Crime, Heist, Crime Fiction
Amazon: B011W4ZDCM
Publisher: TzR Publishing
Published: 2015-07-16T00:00:00+00:00

Gypsy sat with Hacker on his unexpectedly neat bed.

Hacker took a long draw on the joint, held his breath in for a moment, then passed it to her. As she took a toke, he picked up a remote, pressed a button and set it down again. The stereo played Free, the Fire and Water album.

The grass was strong and smooth, fresh, natural Pacific Northwest produce. Straight away Gypsy was buzzing nicely. He moved to take back the joint. He was standing close. His chest was close to hers, and her breasts ached for him. She tipped her hip towards him, felt the heat of his groin next to the heat of her own. He said, “You can’t expect too much, okay?” She looked down at the big bulge in his jeans and said,

“I don’t know, Hacker, looks like you’ve got a fair sized package for me there.”

He said, “I mean after.” In his eyes, through the hard, protective shield, she thought she saw someone with a deep, dark hole inside. An unfilled need. She knew that feeling well enough to recognize it.

He leaned in towards her, “Let me look at your shoulder,” he touched it tenderly. After a gentle examination, he said, “You won’t need stitches, but I’ll put a couple of steri-strips on it.” He went to the bathroom and he returned with a medical pack. She said,

“I should take off my shirt. Right?” He almost broke into a smile and she almost caught her breath.

He watched as she shrugged out of the leather waistcoat. Since he was watching, she made a little show of undoing the shirt buttons, pulling the tails out of the leather skirt and then sliding the shirt off, one sleeve at a time. She put her elbows across her bra and looked up at him, checking that she wasn’t overdoing it. Maybe she was but he didn’t seem to mind. They both were buzzing nicely on the weed by then, so everything seemed more like fun and mischief.

He was attentive as he cleaned the wound up, although he didn’t mind looking at her breasts while he did it. He put three thin tapes across the gash, then a sticking plaster over the tapes. Then he inspected his work. Then he looked at her breasts again. Then he kissed her.

He kissed her softly at first, then deep, slow and soulful. Gypsy responded. The music carried their bodies together and she went to take off his jacket. He pushed her back firmly. The look in his eye was enough and she remembered. You don’t mess with a biker’s jacket, or with anything that has their colors on. A biker’s colors are as sacred as his bike. She said she was sorry. He said, “There are rules. You don’t want to fuck with them.” She wanted to say, No, I want to fuck with you, but his face didn’t look like it was ready for a jokes.

They smoked some more of the joint, passing it between them. He said, “You didn’t have a figure like that in high school.

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