The Biker's Fate Chapter 463

Unfortunately for me, he was having none of it, and I was dragged up in the form of his hands in my armpits and thrown gently onto the bed. My boots, jeans, and panties were ripped from my body and his face was buried in my pussy forthwith, and I was hit with an orgasm without warning. "Merrick," I panted out as my climax washed over me.

Before I'd crested, he was inside me and he was pushing me toward another. I slid my legs over his hips, digging my heels into his ass and taking him deeper. Merrick kissed me, sliding his hand between us and fingering my clit as he slammed into me over and over.

"Get there, Tweety," I begged, and he thrust a little faster before letting out a grunt and falling over me and kissing my neck.

"You need more?" he asked, and I chuckled.

"Always, but I'm good for a few hours."

He slid out of me and duck walked to the bathroom, his jeans still around his ankles. I sat up just as someone pounded on the door. "Merrick!" Grace called. "Are you in there?"

Merrick put his finger to his lips, and I nodded.

"Babe, he's not here," Flea said.

"His bike's here, honey. He must be here."

"Maybe he wants to be alone."

"And miss family night?"

Merrick dropped his head back and whispered out a series of curses, then he slid his phone out of his pocket and glanced at the screen. Shaking his head, his thumbs flew over the screen and I figured he was texting someone.

"Well, hurry up," Grace called through the door and I shoved my face in a pillow to laugh.

"Jesus," Merrick hissed. "I suppose we should clean up and get downstairs."

I smiled up at him. "One more?"

He went for the button on his jeans. "Fuck, yes."

We made our way downstairs almost thirty minutes later, and Grace made a beeline for us, followed by Flea who was giving Merrick a look of apology, and a bottle of beer.

"Gross," Grace said, and hugged me, then Merrick. "And that's all I'm gonna say on the subject."

"You didn't have to say anything, sissy," Merrick said, taking the beer from Flea with a chin lift. Biker speak for 'Thanks.'

"Have you met me?" she retorted.

"There is that." Merrick took a swig of beer and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

"So, your man brings mine a beer, but you don't hook your girl up with wine?" I accused.

"I am the worst friend ever." Grace laid her hand over her heart. "Let me fix that immediately."

She took my hand and tugged me away from Merrick and we headed to the kitchen.

"Hey, Gracie." A gorgeous blonde pulled her in for a hug.

"Did you just get here?"

The blonde nodded and grinned at me. "I'm Poppy."

"She's my bestie when I claim her," Grace said.

"Hi. I'm Remington."

"Oh, you're with Finch."

I chuckled. "Guilty."

"Sid adores you," she said.

"Sid?"

"Hatch," Grace provided.

"Sorry," Poppy said with a chuckle. "He's technically my step-dad, but I've called him my stand-in-dad forever, so he's Sid."

"That's really sweet," I said.

Poppy grinned. "Well, he's sweet."

"Who's sweet?" Hatch asked, walking into the room.

"You."

"Fuck, baby girl, don't ruin my street cred." He pulled her in for a hug and kissed her head. "Where's Sparky?"

She shrugged. "Somewhere."

I would find out Sparky was her super gorgeous, super protective fiancé and he just so happened to be Hatch's nephew.

Hatch hugged Grace, then faced me. "You doin' okay?"

I nodded. "On the mend."

"Good." He smiled, then turned to Poppy. "Your mom wants wine, so I best get her wine."

"We're here for that too," Grace said, and walked into the pantry, returning with two bottles of red.

Once Hatch left with a solo cup of wine, Poppy leaned against the island and sipped hers. "How's Alamo doing?"

"Merrick said he's good."

"Jasmine was probably totally freaked."

"Right?" Grace said. "If Flea got cut, I'd rage, then cry."

"I'd pay to see you rage," Flea said, walking in behind her.

"Cage match," Merrick said, and I tugged on his cut.

"Be nice."

He grinned and wrapped an arm around me. "No promises."

Hatch walked back into the kitchen and gave Merrick a chin lift. "Got a minute?"

"Yeah," he said. He gave me a gentle squeeze, then followed Hatch out of the room.