Page 6 of Her Mysterious Biker (Savage Kings MC #5)

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Orion

I hold my breath, waiting for her reaction to my words. The shocked look on her face should be enough of an answer, but I must be a glutton for punishment because I wait for her response.

“Kissing. Right. We should practice.” Her words come out short and clipped, but there’s a new look in her eye that has replaced the shock.

If I had to give it a name, I would call it longing or yearning. A look, I never thought would be aimed at me.

With a nod, I place my arms around her waist and pull her body flush to mine. Not caring that my cock is rock hard and poking into her soft stomach. It’s not like I can hide my reaction to her anyway.

Her eyes widen the moment our bodies touch, and a slight gasp escapes her lips. “Oh.” Her plump lips part slightly, giving me the opening I need to slip my tongue into her mouth, just as I know she’s expecting.

I’m sure a woman as beautiful as Stevie has been kissed hundreds of times, while this is my first kiss ever. Such a big, bad biker, never having been kissed. I push my feelings of self-doubt aside and tighten my grip on Stevie, letting my instincts take over as I deepen the kiss.

Her tongue tentatively touches mine, encouraging me to take the kiss even deeper. My body seems to have a mind of its own as my cock grinds into her stomach. But that’s not where I want it.

I lift Stevie up in the air like she weighs nothing, wrapping her legs around my waist with one hand, making sure not to drop her, and lining her jean-covered pussy over my leather-clad cock and back her against the wall as I grind into her.

She moans into my mouth as our bodies continue to grind in a desperate rhythm, both of us losing all sense of place and time, until the sound of someone clearing their throat snaps us back to reality. Reluctantly, I unwrap her legs from around my waist and set her back on the ground.

“Yeah, you might want to skip kissing like that in public. I’d hate for both of you to get arrested for indecent exposure in a public place.” Richard snorts. “Besides, it’s nursing home day, and the bus just pulled up. You know those old people are going to need a lot of help.”

“Yes, Mr. Alterman.” Stevie lowers her eyes. “I'd better get out there before Mrs. Patterson starts flirting with Gus again.”

“That’s probably a good idea. The poor boy was a nervous wreck for two whole days after the incident.” Richard chuckles.

Stevie lets out her own laugh, her eyes lifting to Mr. Alterman’s. “I thought for sure he was going to call in sick today.” She adds as she strolls out of the storage room, leaving me to follow her, wondering what Mrs. Patterson said and who Gus is.

Remembering that we are supposed to act like we are in love, I reach for Stevie’s hand and lace my fingers through hers. “So, who is Gus, and what did old lady Patterson say to him?”

Stevie looks down at our linked hands with a soft smile, then at me as we walk down the hall toward the main grocery store floor.

“Gus is our new meat cutter. He’s barely eighteen and as shy as can be.

Mrs. Patterson asked him how well he handles his meat.

As you can imagine, he was shocked and didn’t answer her right away.

Which just encouraged her to keep making comments about his meat. ”

“Oh man, poor kid.” I laugh along with Stevie, enjoying this lighthearted moment and wishing our relationship were real.

After two hours of standing out of the way by the wall closest to Stevie, Richard offers me a chair.

“No thanks, man. If Stevie has to stand all day, so will I.”

With a nod, he leaves me to watch over Stevie.

It doesn’t escape my notice that all the customers love her.

Even Mrs. Patterson congratulated her on our relationship, from what I could hear from here.

I’m not sure what Mrs. Patterson whispered into Stevie’s ear after she congratulated her, but it made Stevie’s face turn a deep shade of pink.

At four o’clock, Stevie’s shift ends, giving us plenty of time to walk to the bookstore. “Are you ready to go pick out a new book?” I take her hand and bring it to my lips, placing a kiss on her palm like I’ve done a thousand times because in my dreams, I have.

“Sure. Just let me grab my purse.”

The walk to the bookstore doesn’t take long, but I make sure to hold Stevie’s hand the whole time. Never letting go, even when we enter the store.

“Stevie,” Camden, Deadeye’s woman, waves, “We have a new batch of MC romances. They just arrived today. And I know how much you love MC romances.” Camden hands Stevie a book, much like the one I saw on her nightstand with the shirtless guy on the cover.

Stevie’s body stiffens beside me, and I squeeze her hand. Her eyes flick to my face before shifting back to Camden. “You know I do.” Stevie smiles and relaxes against me.

“But not as much as you love Alien romance.” Camden wiggles her eyebrows and fans her face. “The things they can do with their tails.”

“Tails? What exactly do they do with their tails?” I tease, making Stevie’s face flush with embarrassment.

“Here.” Camden reaches for a book off the shelf next to her and hands it to me. “Buy her this book and have her read it to you. You won’t be disappointed.”

The cover features a large, muscular blue man with a long tail wrapped around the waist of a curvy blonde woman in a bikini. The tail extends halfway into the bikini bottoms.

"Camden," Stevie hisses and lunges for the book in my hand.

I hold the book over my head out of Stevie’s reach. “I am definitely buying you this one.”

“Good choice," Camden winks at Stevie as I hand her the book to ring up later after Stevie has had a chance to pick out a few more books.

"Thanks," Stevie mutters, but I see the spark in her eyes that reveals her true feelings about the book. She wants to read that book, but doesn’t want me to know she's interested in it.

“I’ll let you two have some privacy to pick out some more books.” Camden smiles and walks away, leaving us alone in the romance section.

“You really don’t need to buy me any books. I can get my own.”

“If my woman wants books, I’m going to buy her books.” I look into her eyes and brush a lock of hair off her shoulder.

She gazes into my eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly, “I’m not your woman.” She challenges.

“You’re mine until I’m told otherwise.” I don’t mention that the only person who has the power to tell me she isn’t my woman is her.

I lean down—our lips are only inches apart. Her body presses against mine as I slowly bring my lips to hers.

The sound of a large book dropping on the floor startles her, causing her to jump back. “Um, we should probably keep looking for some books.” She turns on her heel and walks down the aisle, stopping only when she reaches the display Camden was talking about.

A life-sized cardboard cutout of a shirtless biker in leather pants and a leather vest riding a motorcycle dominates most of the display space.

Richard’s voice echoes in my mind. Touch her whenever you can .

I step behind Stevie and wrap my arms around her waist, leaving no space between us. “Is he your fantasy, Stevie?” I whisper into her ear, causing her to shiver.