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Page 21 of Panther’s Magpie (Mountain River MC #1)

CHAPTER

NINETEEN

MAGGIE

T his night has been perfect. I love lying under the stars and actually being able to see them. It’s the one thing I missed most about Colorado. When I’m looking at the stars, I don’t feel quite so alone anymore.

I’m not alone, though. There is a real person lying next to me. A man that I have come to adore. One that I shouldn’t have these big feelings for, but I do.

That burn from earlier comes back with a vengeance. Turning over, I look up at him with my head on his chest.

“I can feel you staring at me,” he says, a smile on his lips as he looks up at the sky.

“You’re really nice to look at.”

He glances down at me. “Oh, really? You think I’m hot?”

I shrug. “You’ve always been hot, Panther.”

“Calloway. You can call me Calloway,” he whispers, his hand brushing the hair back from my head.

“You said that before, but I told you why I won’t.”

He shakes his head. “A name has meaning. I want you to call me Calloway.”

This seems deeper than simply using his real name. It feels meaningful.

Swallowing hard, I say, “Okay, Calloway.”

“Fuck, that sounds amazing coming off of your lips.”

I lick my lips as I stare at his. I want to kiss him again. I want him to make this ache go away.

He must sense what I’m feeling before he gently turns me until I’m on my back.

Then he leans over, kissing me softly. My lips mimic his as I match his pace.

There’s no rush between us. We savor each moment, allowing ourselves to feel each other.

Slowly my hand finds its way under the hem of his shirt as I feel his abs under my skin.

He’s hot to the touch. His skin is smooth.

I can smell that damn body wash he uses, which only reminds me of my fantasy earlier.

I want him.

I moan into his mouth a little, pushing my body closer. His hand leaves my cheek, running down my side until it finds my thigh beneath his T-shirt. He runs his hand up it until it’s on my hip. Then he pulls me closer to him.

It’s not enough. I need more.

More kissing. More him. More everything.

Pulling away, I look up at him. “Please.”

I don’t really know what I’m asking for.

Make the ache stop?

Touch me more?

Never leave me?

All seem like good options.

He hears my plea though. It’s as if he is making his own promises back.

I’ll never stop touching you.

I never want to stop kissing you.

I never want to leave you.

“Shh. We have all night. There’s no rush,” he whispers to me.

I have no idea why, but that one whisper seems like the hottest thing in the world to me. All I can do is nod as I lean up to kiss him again.

He doesn’t resist. He kisses me back with fervor. Gone are the slow and gentle kisses. In its place are sensual, passionate kisses that make my toes tingle.

I thought I was ready for Calloway. I was wrong. The feelings he is invoking inside of me are scaring the hell out of me, but I can’t stop them. I don’t want to. In this moment, there is nothing I want more than what I have with him.

It’s like the universe is finally rewarding me for surviving the first twenty-two years of my life. It’s praising me for being so resilient and finally giving me what I have always craved.

Love.

It’s way too soon for it, yet my heart is full of it. I don’t know if I’m in love with Calloway, but I damn sure feel like I could fall for him quick, fast, and in a hurry.

When his hand slides up my stomach, all thoughts flee my head.

In this moment, all I can focus on is his skin on mine.

My breath hitches as he finds my breasts.

They aren’t much. Only a generous B cup, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

He squeezes them as if they are the best damn things he has ever felt in his life.

“Fuck, you feel so good. You want this, right? You want me to keep going?” he asks.

I expected him to be dominant. To tell me what I want. Somehow, this softer side is even more attractive to me. It’s like a big green flag waving.

“Yes. I want this.”

He pinches my nipple, making my back arch.

“Are you one hundred percent sure? There is no going back from this.”

I could say no. I could back away and go back to my boring and lonely life in California and never think about the tattooed biker that I left behind in Colorado. I would never have to worry about danger or cops.

I don’t want that, though. I don’t care what strings come attached to Calloway. Whatever they are, we will face them together. All I want is him.

“I’m sure.”

He gives me a wicked grin. “Good, because, Magpie, I think I’m already addicted to you.”

With that, he lowers his head, kissing me once more as he rolls my nipples between his fingers. I moan into his mouth with him swallowing the sound. It’s so erotic that I grip his hips and pull him over so he is between my legs.

He chuckles against my lips, settling more firmly on me. I grind up into him, loving the feeling I get between my legs.

Reaching for his pants, I unbutton them. I’m surprised to find him without boxers on. The only thing between us is his jeans, which only drives me more wild.

“Fuck, Magpie. You can’t do that. I’m already on edge.”

He groans as I reach in and grab his cock. I run my thumb over his head, making him hiss. I do it again, hitting the metal bar. Holy shit. He’s pierced. He’s fucking pierced.

“Well, then you better put this thing to use before I do something silly like push you over the edge.”

His eyes flash with challenge. “Sure thing, darling.”

Pulling my hand away from his cock, he grabs the shirt I’m wearing, peeling it off my body, leaving me topless. Before I can let the shock set in, he has my pants down as well, leaving me naked beneath him.

“Hold on, Magpie. I’m going to show you what it’s really like being with a biker.”

I swallow hard. What did I get myself into?

PANTHER

Maggie is the single most gorgeous woman I have ever met. She doesn’t even try to be sexy. She just is.

Looking down at her now, naked beneath me, I can barely hold it together.

She might be seven years younger than me, but fuck if I care. She is meant to be mine. I feel it in my bones.

Now my little magpie wants to throw down a challenge? I was being nice before. I needed to be sure she wanted me for real and that this isn’t some misplaced trauma bonding or some shit. I knew once I got a taste of her, I would never give her up.

That man is gone now, though. Now she will get the full force of the panther. She shouldn’t have asked for it because now I will wring every last bit of pleasure from her body that I can.

Leaning down, I kiss her softly. She melts into me, kissing me back.

I don’t stay there long, though. Instead, I kiss down the side of her neck, loving how she arches her neck to give me more room.

Suddenly, I bite her, pulling back to look at the red mark on her skin.

It won’t stay long, but I plan to leave my marks all over her tonight.

Call me a caveman, but I want every single brother who sees her to know that she belongs to me. I don’t ever want there to be a question.

She doesn’t push me away as I bite and kiss my way down her body.

Instead, she falls into it. She is loving every touch of my skin on hers.

When I get to her breasts, I make sure to show each one their own attention.

I suck one nipple into my mouth, rolling the tip between my teeth as my hand mimics the motion on the other breast. She calls out my name, her hands getting lost in my hair as she pulls at me.

I don’t care, though. She can pull each and every hair until I’m bald as long as she keeps saying my name like that.

I think if I spent long enough on her breasts, I might even be able to bring her to orgasm, but that’s an experiment for another night. Tonight I’m impatient.

I know I told her we were taking this slow, but I’m not sure how long I will be able to hold out. I am dying to slide inside of her warm, wet heat. It’s going to be life-changing.

As excited as I am, I’m also scared. Scared of how this makes me feel. I went from being a forever bachelor to being obsessed with a girl over only a few months’ time. It seems silly. I have no idea how she became my whole world after being some girl who my sister knew.

We are here, though, and I’m not about to waste this opportunity.

I will show her what it means to be with me.

Kissing my way down her stomach, I make my way to her pretty brown curls between her legs. Some guys like a clean-shaven girl. Not me. I like when they are all natural. Reminds me of nature in a way. It’s the way we are supposed to be.

I place one soft kiss on her pussy before I open it up. I can barely see through the darkness of night, but I can feel it. My girl is wet.

Leaning in, I take a small taste. Just enough to get a hint of what I’m in for. It’s like an aphrodisiac. I was already hard, but fuck if he didn’t grow even more from the taste of her. She is like a sweet, juicy apple on a hot summer day.

I want her juices dripping down my chin.

Without hesitation, I dive in. I eat her pussy like it’s the last meal I will ever have. As if I would be so lucky.

I’m not a pro at this. I don’t eat pussy every night of the week, so it takes some cues from her body to see what works for her.

She reacts well to clit stimulation, so I focus my tongue there.

As I keep up my pace with my tongue, I slide two fingers inside of her and curl them up.

It takes a few passes before her moans turn into more of a squeak.

I keep up the pressure on that point until she comes, drenching my face as she squirts all over me.

It’s fucking heaven. I have never had a girl squirt on me, but let me tell you.

Life. Changing.

I feel like a fucking king basking in the glory of his kill.

Yeah. I did that.

Pulling back, I look up at her blissed-out face. She looks about ready to pass out.

“That’s one,” I tell her.

She peels her eyes open. “One?”

I nod. “You’ll give me one more tonight.”

She shakes her head. “I’ve never…I can’t.”

“You can and you will. Now we never talked about protection,” I tell her as I start to strip. “I am clean and I don’t want anything between us, but if you want me to grab a condom, I will.”

She looks up at me, shocked. “I, um. I’m clean, and I have an IUD.”

“Is that a no on the condom then?”

Her mouth opens and closes without a word.

“I need you to be clear, Magpie,” I tell her.

“No condom,” she blurts out.

I brush my finger across her cheek. “Good girl.”

Her eyes heat.

Oh yeah. I hadn’t forgotten about her little praise kink. I plan to explore that along with so many other things later.

For tonight, I only want to explore her.

Positioning myself between her legs, I lean down and kiss her. My face is still slightly wet with her arousal, but she doesn’t pull away. She kisses me with passion.

Notching at her entrance, I slowly press inside of her. At first, her body resists a little. Then she hikes her knees up to my hips, allowing me more room to maneuver.

When I’m fully inside of her, I pause for a moment and bask in how good it feels.

I’ve never gone bareback. I would never trust a woman enough to do so, yet with her, I didn’t want it any other way.

Fuck, I’m becoming a simp for this girl, aren’t I? I’m going to be one of those crazy lunatics that can’t help but follow his girl around. I already feel possessive over her.

I don’t think she knows what she really got into, but she will. It’s too late for her to change her mind now.

She’s mine.

I start to move, watching her face as I fuck her slowly. She moans when I hit the right spot, thrusting with me.

“Faster,” she moans.

Who am I to deny her?

I pick up my pace, the sound of our skin connecting the only sound in the otherwise quiet woods. Out here in nature, we bring our bodies together as one as I do everything I can to hold off my own pleasure.

I refuse to find it without her orgasming one more time.

I hike one of her hips higher, making sure to angle her so with each thrust I’m grinding on her clit.

It does the trick. Within minutes, she’s moaning out my name.

“Calloway, fuck,” she mutters before her back arches and her pussy clamps down on my dick.

It feels so good it almost hurts as my cock pulses inside of her. I let out a little grunt as I continue to pump until my cock is empty and deflating.

Pulling out of her, I lie down next to her, gathering her in my arms. Then I grab the blanket from beside me and cover us both.

“That was…” She trails off.

“It’s okay, Magpie. I know words are hard.”

She laughs, lightly smacking my chest.

“Everything,” she whispers. “That was everything.”

I smile up at the stars.

“Everything.” I echo back.

It was everything to me too.

She is everything.

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