The Biker's Fate Chapter 492

I could barely hold myself together with the sensations swamping me, but I forced myself to focus because I didn't want any of this to end. As I began to move faster and faster, he slapped at my mound, the sting nearly bringing me to orgasm more than once, and I let out a quiet moan as I forced myself to control my responses to him, but when he gave my clit one sharp slap, then twisted both my nipples, I dropped my head back on his shoulder, letting out a cry as I came hard, my pussy convulsing around his dick.

He wrapped his arms around me, guiding me gently to the bed, keeping our connection, and kissing me gently on the back of my neck as we caught our breath.

"Well, fuck me and call me Sally," I panted out.

Train laughed. "What the hell?"

"Nothing." I smiled. "That was the best sex I've ever had. Even alone."

"Have to say the same." He slid out of me gently, pulling the covers over me as he stepped off the bed.

"You don't have to run away, you know."

He smiled. "Gonna get rid of the rubber. Be right back."

I rolled over to watch him walk into the bathroom, his glorious ass on display as he did. Jesus, the man looked like he had been carved out of marble.

He met my eyes and smiled as he walked back to the bed. "Like the view?"

I held the covers up and patted the mattress. "Very much."

He settled his palms on the bed, leaning over me. "I think it'd be a good idea for me to head back to my room."

I bit back my disappointment and nodded. "Okay."

"We're gonna do this again, yeah?"

"Hell, yeah."

He smiled wide, kissing me quickly before dressing and sneaking out of my room.

Train

I managed to get back to my room without being noticed, but I still didn't like sneaking around like a teenager and it was something that shouldn't happen again.

I knew it would because, fuck me, she was sexy as hell, and I seriously didn't think I could go long without tasting her skin again.

But it shouldn't.

"Fuck," I breathed out, dragging my hands through my hair. I was in deep shit.

I liked Melody and this was a problem because I didn't have the freedom to like her. She was a fuckin' talented musician, and wholly underestimated. She was also funny, sweet, and smart. She played the role of a ditz when it served her, but I'd watched her closely over the past week or so, and there was nothing ditzy about her. She knew everything that was going on around her and she missed nothing.

My phone buzzed, pulling me from my thoughts, and I pulled it out to see Flea calling.

"Hey, brother."

"Hey. How's it goin'?" he asked.

"Loaded question," I admitted.

"Vault?"

I palmed my forehead. "Yeah, man, that'd be good."

"You fucked her," he guessed.

"Why the hell would you jump to that conclusion?" I asked.

Flea laughed. "Dude, she's hot, she's fuckin' talented, and you like hot and fuckin' talented."

"Well, that's true."

"Which puts you up shit creek," he reminded me. "So whatya gonna do?"

"I'm not gonna do shit. And we're not gonna talk about it. As far as you, and anyone else is concerned, nothin' happened."

"Got it. Otherwise, things good?"

"Yeah. The set's tight. Wanted to fuck up a couple of the venue managers, though."

"How so?" he asked.

"They treat her like some little girl who can't think for herself. Christ, the amount of mansplaining happening at each stop makes me want to break shit. It's fuckin' infuriating."

He chuckled. "How does she deal?"

"She rolls her eyes, nods, then does what the fuck she wants anyway."

"Nice," Flea said. "But I get it. Grace deals with it too."

"Yeah, but our women don't take shit off anyone. Even Maisie holds her own in her sweet, English way. And if Hatch tried to interfere and 'rescue' her, she'd have his head. It's been a long time since I've watched a woman have to finesse her words, because if she didn't, she'd lose her career," I said. "I don't like it."

"Jesus, you like this bitch."

I sighed. "Yeah, I like this bitch."

"Well, go easy, brother. I know from experience what it's like when you fall for someone you shouldn't."

I smiled. "You get lucky?"

He laughed. "Hell, yeah. In the best of ways."

"Well, I have no intention of going past the tour, but finding this woman has a soul has spun me up a bit."

"I can tell."

I chuckled. "Is that why you called? To check up on me?"

"Yeah. Well, sort of. Grace was worried about ya. Out there on the road, playin' rock star."

"Any time you wanna join me, just let me know," I said.

Flea chuckled. "Some of us have to hold down the fort while you're gone. Some of us have responsibilities."

"Shit, I never thought I'd hear the day when you and the word 'responsibilities' would be uttered in the same breath."

"How 'bout the words, fuck and you?"

I laughed. "That sounds more like it."

"Be careful out there. That's from Grace, by the way."

"Oh, yeah, what's your message?"

"Eat my choad."

"Thanks for callin'," I said, still laughing as we hung up.

I stripped down and headed to the shower, unable to stop the images of Melody's curvy body flashing through my mind, causing my dick to grow uncomfortably hard. I soaped up and wrapped my hand around the shaft, squeezing as I worked the length.

Fuck, I could almost taste her pussy on my lips as I worked my cock, faster and faster, harder and harder, until I finally found relief, my cum mixing with the hot water.

I stood for a few seconds and tried to catch my breath, then finished my shower, finally falling into bed, but not easily finding sleep.