The Biker's Touch - Book 2 (An Alpha Motorcycle Club Romance) (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club) (11 page)

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She smiled. “So my idea is to buy up all the properties we’ve seen around that have been abandoned because the boom went bust. I could hire the people who were displaced by the boom, to finish the projects and turn them into low-rent/low-income housing and business spaces,” she said.

Trenton’s jaw dropped. He snapped out of his daze. “That’s a great idea,” he said.

“Yeah, I want to make the energy in Wayland Energy something else. I want the energy be positive power. In fact, that could be like the slogan. ‘Running on renewable Energy. Your Energy.’ Something like that,” she said.

“Do you know how hot brilliance is?” he asked. “You are both. Fucking hot and fucking brilliant.”

“Is that a standard business meeting remark? I don’t know,” she teased, “because I am new to all of this.”

“Could have fooled me,” he said. “These are the ideas of a total pro.”

“They’re just for starters. But what I want to know, is if you know a smart lawyer who would like to be my general counsel?” she asked. “Hint hint.”

He took a deep breath. “We would have to work out the details. I would definitely have to check with my captain. I am the lawyer for the Ghosts of the Prairie. And of course, I am not sure how much work I would get done working next to such an amazing, hot woman such as yourself.”

She smiled at him.

“So, Billy wanted to know if any properties went with you or went with the ex-husband as a result of the company reverting to you,” he said. “Answer? All of them. I don't think Brill ever guessed you’d be in charge, and if it happened, he probably figured you would still be under his control. Baby, you got it all. Lock, stock and barrel.”

“And you could have it all if you came to work for me. You could come into my office and get head –” she began.

He interrupted her, pretending to choke on what she said. “Fuck! That’s hot And that’s another thing,” he said. “You said you had never had much practice at that. Never had business experience, never had oral experience and yet here you are, hitting ‘em out of the park. You give blow jobs like a high-priced whore.”

Now Trenton made her blush. She burned with it. She felt herself color from head to toe. Her chest tightened.

“There there,” he said. “I think you need to learn to take a compliment. We shall have to practice.” he said. “So, yes you can do all of those things that you said, and yes I will consider being your general counsel if Danny is okay with it, and it doesn’t interfere with what I got going with this hot little mama.”

“I think it will enhance what you got going with the hot little mama,” said Jennifer.

She rose to her feet and strolled to her office door. She locked it. She went to each window and drew the blinds.

“I think that this should be the way we wrap up each business meeting,” she said with a whisper.

She unbuttoned the top buttons of her blouse as she walked towards him. She hiked up her skirt and straddled him as he sat in his chair. With a few quick moves, his mammoth erection was free and she was lowering herself onto him.

Having her thighs splayed up around him was an amazing position that allowed for maximum penetration. She fanned her thighs to and fro, creating a new and different friction and pressure. The results were intense and hot. A couple of moves and she was so overwhelmed with the effect of it, she had to break.

She continued like that, fanning her legs and stopping until she knew that just a few more moves, and she would burst around him. Trenton could tell she was ready to go. He whispered to her.

“Have to come awful quietly,” he warned. “Don’t want anyone getting the right idea.”

She looked at him, because she thought he had gotten that wrong. But he winked. She knew he had meant to say that that way. He gently cupped his hand over her mouth as she let go. If she had been able to cry out it would have been loud. It would have shaken the glass in the windows.

But as it was she held it in. Somehow it empowered the orgasm. Her body shook. Her thighs quivered on him. She touched her forehead to his as it overtook her. He took her mouth as he climaxed. They kissed each other for dear life as it possessed them.

When they had gotten their needs out of their system for the time being and fixed their clothes, he smiled. “Now, about that motel,” he said, his eyes smoky and dark. “I believe you mentioned something about a sexual bucket list. And we’ve done a pretty good job at making a dent in that. But I think it’s time to get down to specifics.”

Trenton lived in Parshall and he rented out a room at the New City Motor Lodge just for the meeting. She didn’t care if she was in a suit, she rode on the back of his Harley anyway. Her skirt hiked up obscenely as she wedged up against him.

He was so big and wonderfully broad. And in front of all her employees and anyone who wanted to look, she rode off. His door opened out onto the street. They went directly to his room as soon as he parked.

“Now,” he said. “I want to hold a meeting of my own.”

He closed the door behind them. She brazenly bent over the corner of the bed, baring herself by lifting her skirt up over her hips.

“Woman,” he growled. “Top of my bucket list. Having fucking sex with you in my motel room.”

He dropped his trousers and entered her. Her body rested on the mattress while her legs and buttocks flexed in her high heels. He gripped her hips and drove into her. With a leg straddling each side of the mattress corner, the mattress itself caused friction against her and added to her pleasure. The position was delicious.

She bent her knees to lower herself and then went back up on to her toes to raise herself. The movement itself was turning him on. She loved toying with him visually. He stood back and gave her rump a playful smack. Jennifer giggled on the bed.

“Fuck,” he said, teasing her. “This is serious bullshit. I am going to show you what I mean.”

He stood up straight and as he drove into her, he pressed his thumb with a delicious threat to the opening deep in the cleft of her bottom. The dual stimulation and just the mental stimulation was ultra-erotic. She would only let him be this intimate with her.

Her body clutched. It drew up tight. Finding their pleasure was a little longer in coming since they had just made mad passionate love not so long before. Her body was so alive with the previous pleasure that every touch or pressure now was a torturous sweetness.

“I love having sex with you,” said Jennifer.

“I love having sex with you too, baby,” said Trenton.

He drove into her until the world spun and her body spasmed endlessly. Unlike before, she cried out as loud as she wanted to. It was involuntary as she sang out her ecstasy. He was right behind her in his wonder, wailing out with everything he had.

Trenton embraced her into his massive body. He looked at his cell phone.

“Are you checking your messages while you’re cuddling me post-sex?” she laughed. “Should I be offended or have we already gotten comfortable?”

“I have a bucket list item I wanted to take care of. It’s at the top of my list right now and it can’t wait. I was actually checking the time,” he said.

“Time for what?” she asked.

“Our flights. My bucket list is to fly you to some place where you can get a quickie divorce,” he said. “Your mom and dad, Penny and Danny are able to handle the children with your permission. And with your further permission we will do one more you-and-me stint before we settle down to the proper business of being boyfriend and girlfriend. You game?”

“No, Trenton,” she said humorlessly. “I am not. I am completely serious. About you. When do we fly?”

 

Book 3 is coming soon! (with a new couple from the MC Club)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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