The Biker's Fate Chapter 440

"Merr—"

"Yeah, baby?"

I licked my lips. "Nothing. Never mind."

He shifted so he was kneeling between my legs and rolled on a condom. "You gonna tell me what you want?"

"You know me so well, you tell me."

He chuckled, hovering above me and pressing the tip of his cock against my entrance. "Challenge accepted," he retorted and pushed into me.

I bit my lip and forced myself not to react. God, I loved every second of what he was currently doing to me.

"Nothing, huh?" he taunted.

"No, it feels good, honey. Keep going. You'll get it," I condescended in my best teacher voice.

"Jesus Christ, woman, you make me laugh right now, we're gonna have a problem."

"Oh, no," I deadpanned. "You can't keep it up and laugh at the same time? Do I need to hide some Viagra in an edible to help give you the giggles and a boner?"

"I've got a big ol' blunt for you…," he thrust into me, "…right here."

I gasped as his girth filled me. "We could market it as the 'Bone-a-laugh.'"

"Or 'Funnyboner.'" He pushed in further.

I mewed as I gripped his arms and forced myself not to chuckle.

"You gonna let me fuck you now?" he challenged, raising an eyebrow.

"Are you gonna do it hard?"

"You wanna be on your knees, Remi?"

I nodded, and he slid out of me, so I could readjust. Once I was on my knees, he pushed into me again and I spread to take him deeper. He gripped my hips and slammed into me faster and faster and I whimpered as my orgasm built. He slapped my ass once…then twice and I exploded around him as he continued to bury himself deep.

"Fuck, Rem," he growled as he thrust in again, building another orgasm in me and I pushed back against him to take him deeper.

"Yes, baby," I rasped as he slid his hand between my legs and fingered my clit.

"Come, Remi."

I came, and he pulled his cock out and settled against my ass, the warmth of his cum covering me as he guided us back onto the mattress.

"Oh my god," I whispered.

He kissed my shoulder. "Yeah."

I rolled to face him. "I don't want you to leave."

"Baby, I just got here," he said, and slid out of bed, heading to the bathroom. "I'm not leaving right away."

I followed.

Merrick started the shower then faced me. "You joining me?"

"Yes," I said. "But we need to talk about this."

"I'm here for two weeks, Rem. Unless the club needs me back, I'm good. I don't have any pressing cases, and whatever work I need to do now, I can do here."

"Then what?"

"Guess than depends on you."

"What if I'd told you to fuck off?"

"Then I would have left," he said, and stepped into the shower, holding his hand out to me.

I took it and stepped in beside him. "Are you going to stay longer than two weeks?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I can't, honey," he said, dropping his head back, under the water.

I sighed. "No, I get it."

"But you're coming back with me, so I don't know what you're freaking out about."

"I can't go back with you."

"Why not?" he asked, guiding me under the water.

"Because I just got back." I settled my hands on his waist as he poured shampoo onto my head and began to massage it into my scalp.

"Exactly. Which means, you can come back with me and it won't fuck up anything."

I closed my eyes. "Um, hello. I gave up my apartment."

"Um, hello…I own my own condo."

"I can't move in with you."

"You can't?"

I opened one eye, then closed it so soap wouldn't get in it. "Are you asking?"

"Yeah, sure, if you need me to ask," he said, guiding my hair back under the water.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because we don't know each other."

He didn't say anything as he rinsed my hair, so I wiped my face and opened my eyes. "Tweety?"

"Not gonna—"

"Dignify that with a response?" I finished.

He grinned, kissing my nose. "She's getting it."

"Merrick, we've fucked a dozen times over the span of a couple of days, that does not mean we know each other."

He picked up the bottle of conditioner and squeezed some into his palm, then massaged it through my hair.

"Are you really not going to say anything?" I snapped.

"Remington, I have to head back to Portland in two weeks. I want you to come with me, but that's ultimately your choice. Not gonna force you if you don't want to." He tipped my head back. "Rinse."

I rinsed, then wiped my face again. "I don't know if I can just pick up and move again."

He shrugged.

The asshole just shrugged!

"Seriously?" I hissed.

"Don't," he warned.

"Don't what?"

"Spiral, Remington," he said. "I love you. So much so, I followed you here. If you can't make it work to move back with me in two weeks, we'll figure something out. There's no pressure."

I dropped my head to his chest. "How are you so fucking calm about all of this?"

He slid his hands to my neck and lifted my chin. "We've got two weeks to spend together, baby. It's plenty of time to figure shit out. I'm in. Are you?"

"Yes," I breathed out. "I'm just worried you're going to leave and I'm going to be stuck here without you."

"Okay, Eeyore. You go towel off and we'll watch a movie and eat dessert."

"I'm not Eeyore."

"You are most definitely Eeyore." He gave my butt a playful smack, then kissed me.

"I am not clinically depressed."

He chuckled. "No, but you are the nervous type…probably more akin to Piglet, but I'm figuring you'd be offended if I called you a pig."

"So, I'm an ass?"

He grinned. "Maybe we should take this conversation out of the Hundred-Acre Wood and find something to eat."

"Probably a good idea. Can't imagine you in Christopher Robin's shorts."

He kissed me gently and then I climbed out and toweled off.

"I wish I'd brought a change of clothes," I complained once he was out of the shower.

He raised an eyebrow. "See you found a pair of my underwear."

I grinned. I'd rummaged in one of his bags and found them, along with a T-shirt. "Yep. They're a little big, but they're comfy."

He slid his arm around my waist and cupped my ass. "They're yours now, baby. Don't say I never gave you anything."

I tugged on the towel around his waist and grinned as it fell to the floor. "I'm thinking I should show my gratitude." I knelt before him and ran my tongue along his cock.

Before anything could get interesting, however, someone banged on his door.

"What?" he bellowed.

"All-hands, Finch. Meeting room."

"Fuck," he snapped, then called out, "Be down in a sec."

"Why do you need to go?" I asked. "This isn't your chapter ."

He stroked my cheek and helped me to my feet. "I'm part of the brotherhood, baby, so when Prez calls an all-hands, I'm there."

I wrinkled my nose. "Oh."

"Let me figure out what's going on. Stay here, okay?"

I nodded, and he dressed quickly, then left me half-dressed and horny.