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

“So I have a dilemma I think that you can solve,” she said with flirtation.

“Yes, Mrs. Wayland, and what would that be,” he said. He leaned into the bar on his elbow.

Jennifer drew back, sickened. “Please don’t call me that. Okay? I know that is what everyone calls me and technically that is correct.”

“I got it. I am sorry. What can I do for you,” he said softly. “I meant no harm.”

She was frank. “I will get right to the point. I haven’t had sex in almost three years. For the past ten years, I have had sex maybe once a year, if that. And for the past three years, my husband and I have had no relationship at all. Let me add, that I have never cheated on him.”

“At this point it wouldn’t be cheating,” he muttered. Trenton shook his head in disgust.

“I feel I can trust you. God knows I am attracted to you. I swear I have never seen a more virile man in all my life,” she said.

“Jennifer, if you don’t stop I’ll never be able to walk out of this bar. What is it I can do for you?” he grinned.

She got real close to him. “I want you to take me around the world.”

Trenton squinted like he was calculating. Trying to figure out what it was she was actually talking about, though she knew he knew.

Jennifer spelled it out. “I want to have an affair with you.”

His eyes sparkled. He reached between her knees, just enough, suggestively. “I’m available,” he said with a honeyed voice.

He stroked her hair.

“When would you like to begin?” he asked. His eyes twinkled and his lips were curved with a smile.

“I was thinking maybe we could have a drink and then you can follow me home. I have this great bed in my section of the house. I lie awake in it and yearn for sex. I was thinking it would be great for hot hard core sex. And I was wondering if you’d bang my brains out in it.”

Trenton pulled her close to him and kissed her with everything he had. He laced his fingers through her hair as he lazily laced his tongue with hers. Jennifer slipped her thigh over his so she was partially on his lap.

Shielded by the cover of the bar, he slipped his fingers underneath the neckline of her T-shirt. He sought the tender delicate skin of her nipples. Instantly they were hard, and he gave them a firm pinch.

Jennifer moaned against his hot soft lips. She drew in his male scent, lightly touched with cologne of some kind. Or perhaps it was the light fragrance of grooming products. But it smelled so good. It was sensually arousing, mixed with his warmth and his energy.

He broke the kiss. “Well you got right to the point,” he said. “Kind of no reason to be here, is there?”

“Are you ready to go?” she asked. She stepped off the bar stool beside him.

“Fuck yeah. Ready to take you around the world?” he said.

She smiled. “That’s kind of my term for a sexual bucket list. There are things I’ve thought about, lying in that big untried bed, that I just think you would be the perfect partner for.”

“I see. And how long since you were with anyone? You said three years, but is that true or exaggeration?” he asked.

“Three long years, and before that, maybe once a year if that. I refer to my youngest as a one-hit wonder,” she said bluntly.

Trenton’s eyebrows raised so high she thought they would fly off his face. “Okay,” he said, grabbing his keys and getting to his feet.

He offered her his hand. And she gladly took it.

“I am going to follow you on my bike,” he said. “Whereabouts do you live?”

“It’s a private drive. New construction. We had it built before we moved out of Parshall. The drive is named Wayland Lane,” she began.

“Oh,” he nodded. “I know it.”

Jennifer loaded herself into her Cadillac convertible and wound the short streets that opened up to the driveway that led to her house. Her big empty house. The children were staying with her parents while her husband Brill Wayland was in jail. For assault, resisting arrest and being an all-around horrible person. There was no one in the house but her and the occasional appearance of a housekeeper.

She was a little bit ahead of him. She was more than a little excited in anticipation of things to come. She stood in the entryway of her home with the door open, waiting for him. The deep guttural purr of his Harley was like an aphrodisiac to her. She could hear him coming the down the drive. She heard his boots clunk clunk and her heart raced in her chest.

She kept her back to him, her eyes closed tight in anticipation. But she stood in plain view of him, in his path, offering herself to him. He slowly stepped behind her, his heavy boots thudding on the floor. His giant, powerful hands lightly gripped her shoulders. Erotic electricity surged through her. She had to collect herself, the effect was so potent. His hands traced the full round curves of her breasts and found their pebbled tips. She thought she would faint.

Trenton looked over her shoulder, down her neckline, where he had a clear shot of what he was doing to her breasts, pent up in the pushed up cups of her bra. He hoisted her and walked her into the living room, gently kicking the door closed behind them.

He took them to the overstuffed sectional around a quiet fireplace. The temperature drop since nightfall was enough that a fire would be nice. She flicked the remote and created an instant roaring fire.

“Nice,” he remarked. His voice was so deep and masculine.

The sectional was comfortable and wide and perfect for the two of them. Once he was situated, Jennifer broke from their embrace.

He had a hungry look in his eye. It was the same hunger than consumed her night after night.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” she asked softly. She kissed him softly and lingeringly. “I am going to change.”

“Okay,” he said quietly. “And, no, thank you. I want to be stone cold sober for this.”

Jennifer knew exactly what he meant. She wanted to be completely clearheaded while they finally got together.

As she scurried from the living room back to the part of the house she referred to as ‘her section’ she felt like such a woman. It was amazing what the connection to another human being did for her. One that wanted her company.

She stripped lightning fast and stepped into a quick shower, careful not to wet her hair. She dried her body and slathered on a honey-scented lotion that she had been dying for someone else but her to smell. And feel.

She stepped into an amazing champagne-colored teddy that she bought while shopping in Bismarck. She had thought at one time, when her youngest was small, that she would swallow her pride and make it up to her husband. But he wasn’t having any of that. He was as cold as they came. She never even took it out of the bag.

It didn’t matter how old it was, it wasn’t dated a bit. Jennifer plucked off the tags and slipped it over her gym-honed body. She liked the way she looked in the mirror. She wasn’t sure if it was because the satin showed off every detail of her body so romantically, or whether it was the prospect that she was about to get naked with a strange but hot man.

She stepped into some extra tall spiked heels that went perfectly with the champagne teddy and proudly rejoined Trenton. He stood up, he was so enthusiastic at her appearance.

“My God you’re stunning. You are just beautiful,” he declared.

Those were words every woman longed to hear. She could not remember the last time she had heard them. He swept her up in his muscled arms and set her gently on the sofa. He stood above her and peeled off his vest and his shirt to reveal a torso the likes of which she had not ever seen in person before. Her husband Brill was a fit man, but Trenton just put him to shame.

His shoulders burst out of his torso like mountains. His arms were ripped sinews of corded muscle. She spied as he unfastened the waist of his pants. His jeans shimmied down to reveal spectacularly developed legs. Trenton was, plain and simple, gorgeous.

Jennifer squirmed atop the plush surface of the sofa. The satin of her teddy was soft and sensual against her skin. She extended her leg as long as she could and hooked him around his calf, to encourage him closer. Though she suspected from the monster erection protruding from his body that he needed no urging at all.

She let him slip the teddy as much or as little as he wanted to from her. It wasn’t a hindrance to access her body. He propped himself above her, taking the image of her in and showing on his face how pleased he was with what he saw.

Trenton was so dark. Dark hair, sun browned skin. But he had the most amazing clear blue eyes. They looked like light blue mint candies lined with black. They were so dramatic. But she did find the strength to return his gaze. Her breathing quickened. She could see in her periphery, her partially clad breast heaving up and down. The sound of her own breath was in her ear, along with her banging heartbeat.

“Don’t be nervous sweetheart,” he said intuitively.

She released a small laugh. “I can’t help but be. I think I may have forgotten how.”

“Well, in that case, I am happy to show you,” he said.

The sofa was roomy enough that he, as large as he was, could roll and switch places. He was now on the bottom and she was now on top. He had to be twice her size at least. His large hands cupped her buttocks. She felt her pelvic bones cut into the hardness of his abdomen.

His fingers splayed across her curvaceous cheeks, sneaking into the crevices of her body. From that position, he adjusted his grip and gingerly explored her moist opening.

Jennifer pressed her mouth on his, parting his lips with her tongue as he plunged his fingers inside of her. She whimpered and kissed him at the same time.

“So tell me,” he said. “You honestly have not had anyone beg you for sex in the last three years?”

“I think I am the only person who begged me for sex in the last three years,” she said.

Trenton belly laughed, which was an interesting experience since she was resting on his giant torso. His laugh shook her body.

“I just didn’t want to stoop to his level. I was in a marriage with little children. And then, after the other day when he got arrested and made that poor woman come all the way across the country and didn’t even bother to tell her,” she said.

“How come you didn't? I mean, you must have known you were moving and you had hired someone else,” he said.

“I didn’t know he had hired her. We went out to DC and met her because we were on vacation. Business and vacation. And we were considering. I thought she was great but she did have ties back east. He okayed her and then told me we would go with someone local.
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“I got you,” he said.

“I know I am still legally married but I am done,” she said.

“Well, we can look into it, as in, at what point the marriage is over. Like abuse, abandonment, adultery,” he said with an arched eyebrow.

“I’ve never committed adultery,” she said. “But I have to warn you. I am tonight.”

“Thank you for warning me.” He winked.

“So,” she said, squirming on him flirtatiously. “So, to change the subject or rather, get to the point,” she said. “About my bucket list.”

“About that bucket list,” he said. “What may I do for you first?”

There was something intensely erotic about his slow kiss. The magic their connection created was not anything she knew was possible. Maybe it was the pure excitement of the entire adventure, but Jennifer was aroused like she had never been before.

Her heart beat madly. Her breathing was labored. And she was so, so wet for him. Her core aching with a primal need to be filled.

“I’m suffering, Trenton,” she said in a soft, sexy voice.

“Suffering?” he responded with playful sympathy. “I better tend to that.”

He kissed her some more, gently and easily, before making a decided shift. His energy took on a powerful, masterful feel. Clamping onto her neck with an erotically torturous love bite at the sensitive base, he lifted her up and settled her back. She was at one end of the sofa and he was at the other. He kissed her now like he owned her, feasting on her mouth with a devouring that was new.

He swept the fragile spaghetti straps of her teddy from her spa-tanned shoulders, revealing her semi-bronzed breasts. They were brown halfway and then they were delicate and white-tipped with deep pink rosettes, budded with arousal.

He splayed his rough, powerful hands over the soft flesh. “Beautiful,” he remarked and took each of them into his hot, wet mouth.

Jennifer craned against him, she was so overloaded with sensation. She breathed through the intensity. His mouth found every erogenous spot from her head down to her navel. The soft insides of her breasts and underneath where they joined her slightly protruding ribs. He traced those with the tip of his tongue, intermittently taking her nipples into his mouth.

The dips of her abdomen in that straight line down, down was delightfully ticklish. He licked it until her core drew up tight and needy. Still, he worked, moving lower to her tender lower abdomen and finally to the drenched folds between her legs.

They were electrified, responsive to the slightest delicate touch of his teasing tongue. He paid special attention to her bud of pleasure. Tasting it. Drawing it up between his teeth, grinding it just enough to make her cry out.