The Biker's Fate Chapter 27

Danielle

I gasped and sat up, my forehead almost colliding with his. "What?"

He grinned. "You heard ."

"But you can’t."

"Why can’t I?"

"It’s too soon."

"Is it?"

I let out a frustrated squeak. "Quit volleying with ."

Austin laughed, pulling down on top of him. "I’ve had the kind of life that when I find sothing good, I see it for what it is. I love you. End of story."

I dropped my cheek to his chest. "I don’t know what to say."

"Don’t have to say anything, babe."

"You’re not mad?" I was surprised he was so calm.

"About what?"

" not saying it back," I said, lifting my head.

He chuckled. "Why the hell would I be mad?"

I sighed. "I have just always wondered what it would be like to be so secure in one’s self that they can say whatever they want and not feel vulnerable and stupid."

"You think I’m vulnerable and stupid?" he teased.

"No," I said quickly, and groaned.

Austin rolled onto my back and slid his hand to my neck, thumbing my pulse. It was his go-to when I was feeling off-kilter, and it always made feel safe. "Talk to ," he prodded. "You can tell anything, Dani."

"It was when you ward my hands," I admitted.

"What was?"

"When I fell in love with you." I squeezed my eyes shut expecting him to tell I was an idiot.

"Eyes, baby."

I opened them and shivered. He was looking at as though I’d just given him the most precious gift. "It was when you talked in your sleep," he said.

"Huh?"

"The other night. When you talked in your sleep."

"Oh, right." I groaned. "What did I say?"

He smiled, running a finger between my breasts. "’I love you, Austin. Don’t leave .’"

I gasped. "I did not."

"Swear to God you did."

"Is that why you’re telling all of this?" I asked, scared of what his answer might be.

"Hell, no." He frowned. "Do you really think I’d do that?"

"No idea," I admitted. "I try not to trust my gut because I’m usually wrong."

"Well, just so we’re clear, I wouldn’t. I will always tell you the truth and if I can’t tell you sothing, I’ll say so."

"Deal." I smiled. "Are we done talking now?"

"Would you rather do sothing else?" he asked.

I bit my lip and nodded.

He grinned, sliding his hand between my legs. "Like?"

I arched my hips and sighed. He pulled his hand away. "Huh-uh. You have to say it, Dani."

My face flad. "Touch ."

He touched my thigh. "Here?"

"No," I rasped.

He moved his hand to my hip. "Here?"

I shook my head.

"Where, baby?"

"There."

He chuckled. "Not good enough. Tell what you want to do to you."

"I want... um... your mouth."

"You want my mouth?"

I nodded and squeezed my eyes shut.

"Eyes, Dani."

I looked at him again and my heart raced.

"Where do you want my mouth?" he asked.

"Down... there."

He smiled, moving his hand to my stomach. "You want my mouth here?"

"Lower," I whispered.

"All you have to do is say it, baby, and I’ll give you whatever you want."

"I want your mouth on my... pu... um... pussy."

Austin didn’t make wait as he knelt between my legs and pushed my knees open. Guiding one of my legs over his shoulder, he covered my core with his mouth and sucked my clit, and then blew gently.

I wed and arched into his mouth as he continued his delicious assault. I vaguely registered the sound of tearing foil and then his girth filled and I cried out in delight. His thumb had replaced his mouth on my clit, and then he rolled onto his back, carrying with him so I was straddling him. I anchored my hands on his chest and lowered myself so I could draw him deeper inside of .

"Babe," he whispered, grabbing my bottom with one hand, while he continued to stroke with the other.

I raised up and then lowered myself again, the sensation of him filling while I had all the power incredibly exciting. I raised up again and smiled down at him. "Like this? Am I doing it right, Mr. Carver?" I used my very best, dumb blonde voice, and for whatever reason, his eyes widened and his breathing ca in short bursts.

I lowered again and quickly found myself on my back and Austin driving into so fast and hard, I ca before he was done. I cried out and gripped his arms, wrapping my legs around him as he surged forward again and again, building sothing inside of I wasn’t expecting. I burst into tears as another orgasm hit and he fell on top of , breathing hard, and his hand going for my neck. "Baby, I’m sorry, did I hurt you?"

I shook my head, unable to stop my sobbing.

"Hey." Austin leaned up and stroked my cheek. "Dani, you’re scaring . Talk to ."

"I can’t." My sobs wracked my body and I knew... just knew... it was the ugly cry. Like when snot flies out of your nose at the sa ti as gushing saltwater seeps from your eyeballs and mixes with all manner of bodily fluids to give your face a sheen that no one really wants to see.

I covered my face with my hands and Austin pulled into the safety of his body and held , stroking my back until I was able to calm down. The tears dried up, but the hiccupping was on full tilt.

He cupped the back of my head and gently guided my face forward, kissing my forehead. "You okay?"

I nodded, taking a deep breath and then another. "I’m sorry."

"Why are you sorry?"

"Because I’m all snotty and gross."

Austin chuckled. "You’re fuckin’ adorable, Dani, do you know that?"

"Phlegm turns you on, huh?"

"Only yours, baby."

I shoved my face into his neck. "I was not expecting that."

"Are you sure I didn’t hurt you?"

"Positive." I t his eyes. "I just couldn’t stop coming and I was so overwheld by you. I felt beautiful and loved, and wholly cherished, and it was so much to take in."

"You are all of those things," he said. "I thought I might have scared you. I had a flashback and it made a little crazy."

"What kind of flashback?"

"The kind that when I dropped you off at your place that first night, I envisioned you in thigh-high stockings, a pearl necklace and those glasses of yours, riding while I sucked your tits."

I gasped. "You did?"

"Yeah. Spent a few nights alone with my hand while calling up that fantasy."

I shook my head. "You’re insane."

"Yep. You make crazy."

"Ditto." I giggled and leaned forward to kiss his heavily tattooed chest. I was looking forward to exploring every inch of them. "I love your tattoos."

"You do?"

I nodded. "I’ve never been a big tattoo person, although, they all work on you."

Austin smiled and kissed my forehead. "How’s your head?"

"Pounding," I said. "And I’m sleepy."

"Sleep baby. I’ll take care of the condom and be right back."

"’K," I said on a yawn.

Austin left , returning quickly and pulling into his arms. He kissed my shoulder and I fell asleep almost imdiately with a smile on my face.