Los Perdidos: The Novel (Sons of Glory Motorcycle Club Romance) Read Online Free
Author: Daphne Loveling
he whispered to me as his hands slowly caressed my auburn tresses.
After a time, Smoke pulled out of me with surprising gentleness, and then I heard him cross the room to rummage on a shelf. I stood up, feeling battered and bruised between my legs but more satisfied than I had ever been in my life. He brought me a towel, tossing it on the pool table and saying simply, “It’s clean.”
As I was cleaning myself up, a pounding on the other side of the door startled me. “Yeah, just a second!” Smoke yelled, unperturbed. I adjusted my clothing and quickly ran a hand through my dishevelled hair. Reaching into my purse, I found my lip gloss, and as I applied it, I looked up to see Smoke looking at me with a grin. “You’re something else, you know that?” he drawled at me.
“Thanks,” I smiled, blushing furiously. “You’re not so bad yourself.” How could I suddenly feel so shy in front of this man who had just given me two mind-blowing orgasms and fucked me within an inch of my life?
“Come on,” he said, reaching for his leather cut. “Let me introduce you to some of the family.”
He unlocked and opened the door, and we emerged from the office into the brighter but still subdued light of the bar. As we walked out into the main area, a couple of the bikers clapped and whistled when they saw us. I bowed my head, blushing, and tried to smile like I wasn’t dying of embarrassment. Smoke led me over to a middle-aged man built like a tank, with a large salt and pepper beard. “This here’s Ram, and his old lady Roxy.” The woman seated next to Ram was a pretty but hard-looking woman with dark eyes and hair. Looking at me with an unreadable expression, she nodded once, but did not smile. “You got yourself a back warmer for the evening, Smoke?” she said with a smirk, turning her eyes to him.
Smoke ignored the comment. Ram spoke up now. “Now that you’re done gettin’ your jollies, we got a problem, Smoke. The Iron Alliance just made a sale in our territory.”
“Shit,” Smoke said through gritted teeth. “That’s not too smart of them,” he smiled angrily.
“Smart or not, they done it,” Ram replied. “And they knew what they were doin’ when they did. You go down and talk to Gangrene about this, get the lowdown on what happened and who done it.”
“On it,” Smoke agreed. Turning away from the older man, he put his large, strong hand on my back and led me away. I looked up at him sadly, but said nothing. I guessed this was the end of my little adventure. Smoke would take me back to thes dorm now, and that would be that. The best, most exciting sex of my life would be nothing but a memory.
We walked out the front door of the bar and into the beautiful spring night. “Some crazy shit just went down, baby girl,” he growled. His voice was tense, and had lost the teasing playfulness he had used earlier. He strode along the line of bikes, stopping at a large, black Harley with no windshield. Slinging a muscled leg over the bike, he handed me a half helmet that was hooked to the side. “Put this on. Then swing your leg over the bike, and put your feet on these pegs,” he said, pointing down.
Wordlessly, I strapped on the helmet and got on the back of the bike. I found the foot pegs as he started up the Hog. Storm backed the bike out of the line as I struggled with the unfamiliar feeling of being off-balance. Over the sound of the engine, he yelled, “You comin’ with me, or should I take you home?”
My heart surged; the most memorable night of my life was not over yet. I hesitated only a second. “I’m coming with you,” I responded, putting my arms around his waist.
“Okay. Now put your arms around me. Lean with me when the bike leans. And don’t take your feet off the pegs when we stop.”
I did as he said and wrapped my arms around him, breathing deeply in satisfaction as I relished the smell of old leather and the feeling of his strong, muscled body. Smoke put the bike into
After a time, Smoke pulled out of me with surprising gentleness, and then I heard him cross the room to rummage on a shelf. I stood up, feeling battered and bruised between my legs but more satisfied than I had ever been in my life. He brought me a towel, tossing it on the pool table and saying simply, “It’s clean.”
As I was cleaning myself up, a pounding on the other side of the door startled me. “Yeah, just a second!” Smoke yelled, unperturbed. I adjusted my clothing and quickly ran a hand through my dishevelled hair. Reaching into my purse, I found my lip gloss, and as I applied it, I looked up to see Smoke looking at me with a grin. “You’re something else, you know that?” he drawled at me.
“Thanks,” I smiled, blushing furiously. “You’re not so bad yourself.” How could I suddenly feel so shy in front of this man who had just given me two mind-blowing orgasms and fucked me within an inch of my life?
“Come on,” he said, reaching for his leather cut. “Let me introduce you to some of the family.”
He unlocked and opened the door, and we emerged from the office into the brighter but still subdued light of the bar. As we walked out into the main area, a couple of the bikers clapped and whistled when they saw us. I bowed my head, blushing, and tried to smile like I wasn’t dying of embarrassment. Smoke led me over to a middle-aged man built like a tank, with a large salt and pepper beard. “This here’s Ram, and his old lady Roxy.” The woman seated next to Ram was a pretty but hard-looking woman with dark eyes and hair. Looking at me with an unreadable expression, she nodded once, but did not smile. “You got yourself a back warmer for the evening, Smoke?” she said with a smirk, turning her eyes to him.
Smoke ignored the comment. Ram spoke up now. “Now that you’re done gettin’ your jollies, we got a problem, Smoke. The Iron Alliance just made a sale in our territory.”
“Shit,” Smoke said through gritted teeth. “That’s not too smart of them,” he smiled angrily.
“Smart or not, they done it,” Ram replied. “And they knew what they were doin’ when they did. You go down and talk to Gangrene about this, get the lowdown on what happened and who done it.”
“On it,” Smoke agreed. Turning away from the older man, he put his large, strong hand on my back and led me away. I looked up at him sadly, but said nothing. I guessed this was the end of my little adventure. Smoke would take me back to thes dorm now, and that would be that. The best, most exciting sex of my life would be nothing but a memory.
We walked out the front door of the bar and into the beautiful spring night. “Some crazy shit just went down, baby girl,” he growled. His voice was tense, and had lost the teasing playfulness he had used earlier. He strode along the line of bikes, stopping at a large, black Harley with no windshield. Slinging a muscled leg over the bike, he handed me a half helmet that was hooked to the side. “Put this on. Then swing your leg over the bike, and put your feet on these pegs,” he said, pointing down.
Wordlessly, I strapped on the helmet and got on the back of the bike. I found the foot pegs as he started up the Hog. Storm backed the bike out of the line as I struggled with the unfamiliar feeling of being off-balance. Over the sound of the engine, he yelled, “You comin’ with me, or should I take you home?”
My heart surged; the most memorable night of my life was not over yet. I hesitated only a second. “I’m coming with you,” I responded, putting my arms around his waist.
“Okay. Now put your arms around me. Lean with me when the bike leans. And don’t take your feet off the pegs when we stop.”
I did as he said and wrapped my arms around him, breathing deeply in satisfaction as I relished the smell of old leather and the feeling of his strong, muscled body. Smoke put the bike into
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