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

  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.”

  “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.

  He plunged his tongue inside of her so deeply, tasting all that he could. He worked it in and out, lighting up every cell of her channel. Jennifer felt a surge of heat that was the tell-tale sign of an orgasm. If he kept doing what he was doing, it was inevitable.

  Instinctively, she placed her hand on her pleasure spot to help him along. He laughed a deep laugh against her.

  “Go ahead baby,” he said. “Find your pleasure.”

  He resumed his penetration of her with his tongue while she, with a few quick-pressured movements, was spasming uncontrollably against his mouth. Trenton pinned her hips, making her come while he licked her endlessly. It was a new experience for her completely. She had no idea that it could be like this.

  He continued throughout the entire span of the climax. He rose from her. Her body was screaming to be filled. She spied on him. By the looks of things, she was about to be filled in a most amazing way
.

  He laced his fingers at the small of her back. Her knees were naturally apart and her body opened for him. He took her hand and placed it on him. Together they put him inside of her. Again, it was a new experience to feel an amazing erection inside of her body that had been so exquisitely electrified by an orgasm.

  Jennifer felt completely helpless the pleasure was so stunning. She struggled to keep her mind clear; it wavered as the arousal blurred reality for her. He drove into her at a dominating pace. That same heat surged within her and she knew that the recent sweet, amazing orgasm was about to come back to life.

  She pressed at her center again with her fingers, but this time he gently removed her hand, pinning it to her hip momentarily. He grinned at her.

  “Oh,” he said. “You’re going to have to enjoy it for a while, baby.”

  That cleared her mind and she was able to gaze into his eyes. He was an extraordinarily handsome man. The hair was long and slightly wild, but he could definitely be on a Madison Avenue billboard. He was that perfect.

  And so big and powerful. His body, as tall as he was, was perfectly proportioned. He had to be the most gorgeous man she had ever been with. He moved so smoothly in and out of her, tormenting her with pure bliss. His hardness conformed perfectly to her body, striking and rubbing each of her most sensitive places at just the right pace. With just the right pressure.

  “So, do I need to ask you?” Jennifer inquired saucily.

  “Ask me?” he replied, very clearly sinking into erotic intoxication.

  “To come? Do you want me to ask for your permission?” she asked.

  He smiled. “I will let you know when you may, and when you are I want you to tell me. I want you to say it clearly.”

  That was all she needed. There was almost no time to play along. She asked a rapid clip before her pleasure was upon her.

  “May I?” she managed before being overtaken by powerful seizures of uncut rapture. “I’m coming,” she gasped.

  Trenton quickened his pace trying to catch up with her. It did not take long. His orgasm was all male. All animal. He cried out so fiercely it pushed out all other sound from the room. His body stiffened, overcome by his own climax. They came together. They pushed, rocking against each other to the last, until they could move no more.

  Trenton tried his best to not collapse on her, his body drenched in perspiration. He scooted in next to her, both of them still suffering the labored breathing of pleasure.

  “Mama,” he exclaimed.

  They were both a wonderfully sweaty mess.

  “Come,” she said, taking his big bear paw in her dainty hand.

  She led him to her bathroom, which was the size of a small bedroom. It had a stand-alone shower that was the perfect size for him and a big soaker tub. She opted to run the shower water till it warmed. They stepped in.

  She had wanted to wash his back but she realized there was a considerable difference in their heights.

  “I think I might need a step stool for you,” she said.

  “Oh yeah?” he asked and he lifted her with ease.

  He brought her up to his height. He gently pinned her to the granite wall of the shower and tenderly kissed her. She had completely forgotten how erotic kissing was. He brought it all back to her in tender strides of his tongue against the insides of her mouth. His tongue mated with hers.

  The position of her body, with her legs wrapped around the tree-trunk of his own body created the perfect position to join again. She felt his generous erection nudging against her petaled opening. His hold allowed her enough slack to slip just so. She impaled herself on him.

  It had only been minutes really since they had been slamming it home with one another, but with him inside of her again, Jennifer realized how immediately addicted to him she was. She had missed him. She needed him again. She loved having him inside of her.

  He was strong enough to work her body up and down on him. He let her weight do some of the work. Their rhythm was just forceful enough to be completely exhilarating. Each stroke sent electric blasts throughout her, renewing her excitement over and over again.

  Trenton reached for the showerhead behind them and took it off the mount. He pressed his thumb over the flow to create a very forceful directed spray.

  “Fucking hold on to me baby,” he said.

  And he strategically aimed it at her. Immediately her pleasure was alive and she was seizing hard around him. He had to let the showerhead dangle because his idea had turned him on so that he was climaxing as well. They were paralyzed against the shower wall as their pleasure rolled through them.

  Trenton replaced the showerhead and they rinsed off.

  Jennifer had a couple of robes. She took one of Brill’s, which at first Trenton refused to wear, because he knew her husband and he just didn’t like him. But then he put it on and modeled it for her.

  “Looks like I have on one of your robes,” he said with an arched eyebrow.

  “You calling my soon-to-be ex-husband a girl?” She giggled.

  He wrapped his arms around her. “I wouldn’t insult women that way.”

  Chapter Two

  Three times in a row Trenton Gillis gave Jennifer more pleasure than she had had in a lifetime. It was almost a mistake. Because she lay staring at the ceiling, realizing all the time she spent alone and unloved. If she had been having one-tenth of this fulfillment she would have had a rich, complete life indeed. As it was, she knew how empty she had been this entire time.

  Trenton kissed her check, stroked her hair. She was afraid he was going to sense her sadness and she didn’t want that. She didn’t want to bring down one of the most amazing moments of her entire life.

  “Are you hungry?” he asked lightly. “Because I am hungry.”

  “I am so starved,” she said, realizing she was indeed hungry.

  “What do you have in the refrigerator?” he asked, bounding out of bed.

  He put his fingers to his head as though he were a mind reader. “I am going to guess, lettuce. Um, carrots. Yep, definitely carrots. Celery and peanut butter. What else? Tomato. Oh, and there is another kind of lettuce. Perhaps some kale.”

  “Okay,” she socked him gently, “I also have bread. And some other stuff, I can’t remember.”

  “Shall I hazard to guess? Fruit?” he asked.

  “Are you teasing me? Are you fruit and veggie shaming me?” she kidded.

  He rubbed the firm cheek of her buttocks before he kissed it. “No, I am digging you.”

  ***

  As it turned out, Jennifer had pork chops as well. She had forgotten about them. It was a whim that she had picked them up on the night she learned her husband was in jail. They were supposed to have dinner together as a family and he decided to go to The Bison without her or the kids. Jennifer didn’t feel like eating. She fed the kids mac and cheese. She ate nothing.

  When Trenton saw the chops, the bread and the salad, he beamed.

  “Oh boy,” he teased. “This is going to be so good!”

  “You’re a weirdo,” she kidded him.

  “I am and you’re going to like it a lot,” he said.

  He leaned down to her and kissed her so tenderly. Finally, he broke the kiss and started cooking. Jennifer bent over, resting on her elbows, watching. There was something so hot about a gorgeous, masculine man working in the kitchen.

  Jennifer mooned at him. “You probably know how to do everything, don’t you?”

  “No.” He winked. “Not everything. Just the good stuff.”

  “The ‘oh my God things’,” she said.

  It crossed her mind fleetingly that he was so good in bed because he had so many partners. Jealousy panged in her belly over all the other women who had the same pleasure that she had just experienced. She was jealous that she hadn’t spent her married years with him. It was really hitting her; the wasted time she had spent with her husband.

  After he browned the chops he put them in the oven.

  “Twen
ty minutes,” he said.

  He pulled out his cell phone and streamed music. He dragged the coffee table out of the way so that they could slow dance in front of the fireplace in their bathrobes. He held her close to his warm hard chest. Mostly they swayed and grinded and kissed until the timer dinged. Jennifer had not realized that slow dancing in a romantic moment was on her bucket list. Definitely coming three times in an evening was.

  She set the table for them as he plated the food that was as pretty and artful as any from a five-star restaurant that she had been to. There was so much to this man. Jennifer felt incredibly lucky to have met him.

  They sat and they dined by candlelight. He cut a bite of pork on his plate and held it to her mouth to taste. He had glazed it with brown sugar and the coffee left over in the pot. She thought he was nuts at the time, but tasting it now she thought he was a genius.

  “What is this sauce called?” she asked.

  “Red eye gravy. Now how can you be from North Dakota and not know about red eye gravy? Don’t they serve that in ivory towers?” he teased.

  Her feelings were actually hurt by the remark. She was well-off, to be sure. She was not exactly comfortable with the wealth since she was pretty sure it was ill-gotten by the hands of her dastardly husband. But she didn’t grow up that way.

  “My parents were migrant workers in California. I know when you think ‘migrant worker’ you think minorities from other countries, but there’s actually a lot of people born and bred right here who are migrant farmers. I lived in a shack for the most part, growing up. I picked as soon as I was able.”

  The look on Trenton’s face was horror. She felt guilty, as though that was an unfair response, but she was glad she got it out in the open. It was a thing she rarely talked about. Something she hadn’t really ever dealt with.

  “Well how did you get out here?” he asked.

  “I had a job at a Sonoma winery when I was eighteen. I wasn’t allowed to do certain things because I was a minor but I could act like a hostess. Brill and some of his co-workers had been on a business trip and one of the things they did was take a tour of the winery. He took one look at me and he basically bought me,” she said.