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tracks. A moment later, my panties are pushed aside, and I'm biting my lip to keep from
crying out as his cock fills me up, slamming my ass into the wall. Just like Paul  The
Raging Tempest Wolfe. Ah, how life mimics literature.  On a date, Austin, I whimper as
he grunts, thrusting into me again and turning my bones to jelly.
 In a minute, baby. We'll go wherever you want to go. I lean my head against him,
wrapping my left leg around his body, feeling his pants sag below his ass, leaving his
cheeks bare. I rub the skin of my calf against them, praying to God above that we don't get
caught by Christy or goodness, even worse, Beck. I'll never hear the end of it.
 Better be longer than a minute, I whisper, feeling my ass scrape against the freshly
painted wall.  Or we won't be going anywhere. Austin laughs, but he doesn't stop
grinding into me, burying his body inside of mine. His moans of pleasure bring some of
my own and soon we're just a sweaty, writhing mess. Fortunately for me, Austin keeps it
going longer than a minute, long enough for me to come hard, groaning ridiculously loud
and opening my eyes to find Gaine staring at the two of us in horror as he steps out of his
bedroom.
Oh well. At least it wasn't Beck.
Chapter 29
Amy
With my skirt firmly back in my place and my thighs aching with the recent memory of
Austin's pulsing cock, I've got his hand wrapped in mine and we're walking down the
street together, just me and him. This doesn't happen often enough, believe it or not.
Being the President of a motorcycle club is not an easy job, and the hell we've been
through lately, plus the construction on the houses, has taken up a lot of Austin's free
time. We seem to find plenty of spare moments to have sex  such as the one that just
occurred  but otherwise, moments like these have been few and far between.
I enjoy the firm feeling of his fingers wrapped around mine, tangled together in a
delicious mixture of hard and soft. I pull our fists up to my lips for a kiss, and he smiles at
me.
 I haven't been on many dates in my life, sweetness. I can't lie about that. Austin looks
down at me, his sandy blonde hair moving gently around his face in the afternoon breeze.
The tiny scar on his mouth makes his smile just the slightest bit crooked, and I must
admit, it might just be the most adorable thing I've seen in my entire life.  Where are we
going anyway? he asks, glancing around us with a casual air belied only by the intensity
in his brown eyes. He's on the lookout, ready to protect us from whatever threats should
arise. Fortunately, on this day, there haven't been any. Everyone keeps thinking
something terrible is coming, but since it isn't here yet, I'm going to enjoy the day with
my & I pause. What is Austin exactly? My boyfriend? Seems too immature of a term.
Lover? Too casual. He's going to be the father of my child, my first and only love. I have
no clue what to call him. I leave that problem alone for now, but tuck it away to bring up
later.
 If I tell you now, you may decide to turn tail and run. I enjoy the look of confusion on
his face and keep walking, pulling him past the ice cream parlor and over to a shop I didn't
have the guts to go in the other day, especially not with Christy. Her entire body would've
been covered in a blush, and her eyes might've popped straight from her head.
 The hell is this? Austin asks as we pause in front of a black storefront with tinted
windows, boas wrapped around the throats of half-naked mannequins. I clear my throat
and move aside for a couple covered head to toe in tattoos. The girl winks at me as they
pass and gives Austin an approving glance. I look over at my biker boy, standing tall and
gorgeous next to me, tattoos gleaming on his muscular arms, one blonde brow raised in
question.
 This, my dear Austin, I say, pressing another kiss to his knuckles.  Is a sex shop. I
drag him in the door before he can think about an escape route and pause, overwhelmed [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]