Page 3 of Her Mysterious Biker (Savage Kings MC #5)

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Stevie

“ P ull yourself together, Stevie.” I silently scold myself. “He’s in pain. He doesn’t need you lusting all over him like one of the club girls.

I don’t know much about motorcycle clubs, only from what I’ve seen on television, but I can only imagine all the 'sweetbutts,' as they’re called, hanging all over Orion. I’m sure he’s used to having a different one in his bed every night.

The thought darkens my mood as I reach into my dresser drawer to grab a pair of underwear and a t-shirt to wear to bed. My hand hovers over the pink lacy panties I bought on impulse last week.

What would Orion think of them?

Feeling a little naughty, I grab the lacy panties and one of my older T-shirts, which reads ‘The Rotation of the Earth Really Makes My Day,’ that I found at a thrift store. It’s one of my favorites—I’ve worn it so much it’s almost see-through, and sadly, one of the sexiest things I own.

I quickly glance over my shoulder at Orion, still asleep on my bed, and my eyes settle on his leather vest in the chair by my bed. What would it be like to be his old lady and wear his cut?

No, I can’t do that without his permission. I turn back to the dresser, my eyes catching his reflection in the mirror as I take off my clothes, leaving myself completely naked. It feels so wicked to be naked in the same room with him, even if he’s sound asleep.

I slip my lacy panties up my legs, loving the feel of the soft lace as it tickles my skin, wishing it were Orion’s hands on my body instead of the fabric. The dampness between my legs increases, soaking the lace of my panties on contact, causing my body to heat up even more.

Before I can put on my t-shirt, my eyes drift back to his leather vest. “Just this once,” I tell myself, striding over to the chair.

I lift the leather vest to my nose and inhale deeply.

The combination of leather with a hint of driftwood, along with his natural scent, has me clenching my thighs tightly.

With a sigh, I lower his vest, planning to hang it back on the chair, but at the last second, I surrender to the temptation and slip my arms into his vest, letting it hang off my shoulders, hitting me mid-thigh.

The feel of the lining of the vest against my bare breasts makes my nipples tighten into hard peaks, and I moan at the sensation.

A vision of the two of us making love by the lake, with me wearing only his leather vest, pops into my head, causing me to moan again, but only louder this time.

The sound of the bed creaking catches my attention, and I look over at Orion. I brace myself for him to yell at me for wearing his cut when I’m not his old lady. Instead, I see him still asleep, a faint smile on his lips.

With a sigh of relief, I quickly slip out of his vest, put it back on the chair, and throw on my T-shirt.

I stare at his sleeping form, debating my next move.

I only have the one bedroom, and my couch is more of a love seat than a full-length couch.

Besides, what if he needs something in the middle of the night? I should be here for him.

Convinced that sleeping in the same bed as him is for his benefit, not mine, I pull back the covers and crawl in beside him. It takes me a couple of hours to fully drift off to sleep. But when I do, it’s with dreams of his large arms wrapping around me and holding me tight.