Throttle's Seduction: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 7) (27 page)

When she opened
the door, Throttle’s gaze traveled up her body, caressing every inch of her. Her halter top, tropical print sundress hugged her in just the right places, and he felt his jeans tighten when he saw her pink-painted toenails in the strappy high heels. The image of her legs wrapped around his waist with her heels digging into his ass made his pants snugger.

“You’re early,” she said as she stepped aside. “I have to put on my lipstick and change out my purse.”

He drew her to him and dug his fingers in her inner thighs. Burying his face in the space between her ear and neck, he nibbled her soft skin, whispering against it, “Seeing you in your short dress and fuck-me heels drives me crazy. Your scent, your body, your look make me hard as hell. What’re you doing to me, babe?” He covered her mouth and plunged his tongue deep inside, pressing her even closer to him.

She pulled away slightly. “Oh, Throttle,” she murmured on his lips before he pushed in deeper, swallowing her moans.

In and out he thrust his tongue inside her warm mouth, and she fisted his muscle shirt and rubbed her knee against his throbbing dick. She arched her back and pushed against him, her hard and erect nipples burning his skin. “You’re so fuckin’ irresistible,” he breathed. His hand glided underneath her dress and he slipped his finger inside her panties, tucking it between her wet folds.

“I love it when you touch me there,” she panted, then groaned when he inserted his finger in her heat.

“And I love it when you’re wet. It tells me how badly you want me.” He shoved his finger deeper.

Each groan, whimper, and yelp of pleasure hit him like a Taser straight to his dick. He couldn’t remember ever wanting a woman as badly as he wanted her. His fingers stretched and twisted inside her heated wetness while his thumb stroked her hardened nub, and he felt her skin tremble beneath his touch.

“You’re driving me crazy,” she said, then zipped down his jeans, freeing his throbbing dick. While she squeezed and moved her hand up and down, they kissed hotly, the fire in him raging.

“How do you make me so wild? All I ever want to do is touch you, fuck you, and just be with you.”

A whimper of enjoyment escaped from her throat, and he felt her walls clamp around his fingers. With her head thrown back, she screamed out, her body trembling in his arms. He held her close as he stiffened, a surge of tension ripping through him before he released his warm streams. He grunted, and they held each other as their climaxes peaked and then descended, pressed together as one. They panted softly into each other’s ears.

After several minutes, Kimber kissed him tenderly and broke away, pulling down her dress. “That was some greeting.” Her eyes sparkled.

“Yeah.” He looked down at the wet spot on his jeans and grimaced. “Fuck.”

Kimber laughed and held out her hand. “Give them to me. I’ll throw them in the dryer for a few minutes.” She took his jeans. “I have to freshen up. Grab a beer and I’ll be back soon.”

While he sat on the couch in his boxers, drinking a beer, his phone pinged. He looked down and smiled.

Dawn:
U coming?

Throttle:
Soon.

Dawn:
When?

Throttle:
20 to 30 minutes.

Dawn:
K. Livi’s been asking.

Throttle smiled.

Throttle:
Tell her to hold on. I’m coming. I’m bringing someone.

Dawn:
Who?

Throttle:
Her name’s Kimber.

He braced himself for the onslaught of questions his sister would ask. He should have mentioned it when they’d spoken a few days before, but he wasn’t up to explaining what he had with Kimber. And all the shit that happened at the expo clouded everything else. He also suspected his sister was in cahoots with Mariah to get him back together with her. Another ping.

Dawn:
She must be someone special for you to bring her. Never met any woman u know since Mariah.

Throttle:
She is special. B nice.

Dawn:
What about Mariah?

Throttle:
What about her?

Dawn:
Thought u 2 would hook up again.

Throttle:
Fuck no!

“Your jeans are all dry—not a trace of evidence of any fucking.” Kimber handed him his warm pants and kissed him on the cheek. “Who’re you texting?”

He pulled her down next to him and kissed her shoulder. “My sister. Olivia’s freaking ‘cause I’m late.”

“Then we better go. I hope your sister likes me.”

“She will, and if she doesn’t, I don’t give a fuck.” He glanced down at his phone.

Dawn:
U loved her a lot. She’s a changed woman. Don’t throw something good away because u can’t let go of ur anger.

Throttle:
Not talkin’ about this. Done with Mariah. We’re leaving now. See you in 5.

He stood up and slipped his pants on, then put his vibrating phone in his pocket. “You ready?” he asked Kimber.

She nodded and, after setting the alarm and locking up, they walked to his pickup truck. “Where’re we going for dinner? I’m really hungry. I’ve been so busy with my small-business project that I haven’t eaten since last night.” She kneaded the back of his neck as he drove. “I’m taking tonight off. I’m free to do whatever.”

Throttle glanced at her from under hooded lids, a devilish smile dancing on his lips. “That’s good to know. I can fill up your free time real good.” He turned the corner and in less than ten minutes, he pulled up in front of Dawn’s house.

Before he could come around to the passenger’s side to help Kimber out, Olivia came barreling down the sidewalk, yelling, “Uncle Throttle!” He caught her in his arms, scooped her up, and hugged her close, planting a big kiss on her soft cheek. “You’re late,” she said, then giggled when he kissed her again.

“I know, sorry. I had shit to do, but I’m here now.” He put her down and grasped her small hand in his. Kimber closed the truck’s door and he turned to her, reaching out for her hand. “Kimber, this is Olivia, the cutest, smartest, and sometimes most ornery girl in Pinewood Springs.” He smiled as his niece giggled. “And Olivia, this is Kimber, the sweetest, prettiest, and most of the time most stubborn woman in Pinewood Springs.” Kimber swatted him on the arm as she smiled at him and Olivia.

“Where’s your mom?” Throttle asked as the three of them walked up to the house.

“She’s coming. She’s just finishing a phone call. Where are we going for dinner?” Olivia twirled around on the porch.

“I’ve been trying to find that out myself,” Kimber said softly.

“We’re going to Burgers & Beer Joint.”

“I love that place,” Olivia squealed, her dark eyes bright.

“You’re such a goofball,” Throttle said as he pulled her on his lap. “But that’s why I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Uncle Throttle. Mommy said you’re going to take us to the carnival next week.”

“Yep. It’ll kick ass. You can ask a friend to come along.”

“I already asked Ella and she said yes. I lost another tooth. See?” She pulled back her bottom lip, revealing a space.

“Pretty soon you’re gonna be toothless,” he said. She laughed loud like it was the funniest thing she’d ever heard.

Olivia wiggled off his lap. “I’m going to see what’s taking Mommy so long.”

When the screen door slammed behind the girl, Kimber brought Throttle’s hand to her lips and kissed it. “Thanks.”

“For what?”

“For sharing a part of you I didn’t think existed. Even though you don’t want anyone to know, you’re a real sweetheart.” She leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips.

Something deep inside him stirred and it twisted around his groin, moved up his stomach, and filled his heart. It scared the shit out of him; the biker who had blood on his hands from years with the brotherhood was afraid of love. He’d given his heart completely to Mariah, and she’d trampled on it. How could he be certain Kimber wouldn’t do the same? Even though she wasn’t anything at all like Mariah, she was still a woman, and women, in his experience, were fickle. Kimber hadn’t voiced her feelings for him other than having a good time when they hung out and loving the mind-blowing orgasms he gave her.

Looking at her right then, he saw something different in her eyes. Love? He wasn’t sure, but he didn’t want to go there until he sorted out whatever the fuck was coursing through him. He smiled weakly. “You know your ass is going to the carnival too.”

She burst out laughing. “Damn. I used to love going when I was a kid. I wouldn’t miss it.”

They locked gazes and a comfortable silence fell around them, only lifting when the screen door banged open and Olivia and Dawn came out. Throttle noticed the way Dawn checked out Kimber before he introduced them, and the way she kept staring at her began to irk him. He figured Dawn would have to get to know Kimber, and when she did, she’d see that his woman complemented him in a way Mariah never did. They settled in the truck, laughing and chatting all the way to the restaurant.

After dinner, he took them to Red Spot Creamery for ice cream. Kimber smiled and squeezed his hand, and he knew she was happy that he remembered it was her favorite ice cream place in town. He and Dawn waited to place their orders while Olivia and Kimber held their table.

“She’s real nice and pretty,” Dawn said as they waited in line. He nodded. “She seems so confident and driven. Damn, I don’t think I ever met a woman who was a mechanic. I’ve read about them, but I’m sure she’s the only one in town. I’m surprised you were attracted to her for that reason alone.”

“I gave her a hard time about it in the beginning. Fuck, I’m surprised too, but I like her confidence and independence. I was getting sick of all the chicks who acted like they couldn’t change a fuckin’ lightbulb.”

Dawn smiled, her gaze fixed on his. “You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”

Throttle darted his eyes from hers. “No… Fuck, I don’t know. I like being with her. That’s all.”

“You’re not fooling me. I know you better than anyone, and I can see by the way you act and look at her that you’re in all the way. I think it’s wonderful. You deserve to be happy and to have someone really love you. And she does love you. You know that, right?”

He shrugged. “Enough of this. What kind of ice cream do you want?”

“You’re not getting off that easily. You two need to stop hiding and tell each other how you feel. I want the mocha almond fudge, and Olivia wants the birthday cake. And you were right, Mariah is definitely not the right one for you. She couldn’t hold a candle to Kimber. Don’t fucking blow this.”

“You done now?”

“Yes.” She chuckled.

Dawn’s right. Kimber is the best thing that’s come into my life. And she’s the fuckin’ real deal.
He placed their orders and helped carry the cones over to Kimber and Olivia. Sitting there eating ice cream with his three favorite women made him feel like he had all the pieces in his life. Since the day Mariah had shattered his heart, he finally felt like it had been put back together again, stronger and better.

After he dropped Olivia and Dawn off, he and Kimber went to her place. He didn’t want to watch TV, or listen to music on the computer, or even talk. All he wanted was to make love to the woman who’d slipped into his life and heart. He’d claimed her; she was his woman in every sense of the word.

She came out of the bathroom, and her eyes widened. “Don’t you want to watch TV?”

He patted the spot beside him on the bed. “Come here,” he said thickly.

A wide smile broke out over her face. “You’re so bad.” She padded over and slipped in next to him, his stiff dick poking against her thighs. She chuckled. “Seems like you’re ready.”

“I’ve been ready for you for a long time, baby.” He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her deeply.

The moonlight spilled into the room, its soft, shimmering glow encasing the couple as they kissed, touched, and drove each other to ecstasy.

K
imber scrubbed the
grease off her hands; she normally wore tight-fitting gloves, but sometimes she had to use her bare hands to get the job done. She had to hustle otherwise she’d be late for her classes. As she brushed under her fingernails, she thought of Throttle—as she often did—and a surge of heat shot through her. Each time she thought she had him figured out, he’d go and do something that threw her for a loop.

Over the weekend, at the expo, he was the quintessential badass biker—hard, loyal, and tough. Then a few days later, he picked her up, introduced her to his sister and niece, and played the doting uncle to a tee. Later that night, he hadn’t fucked her; he’d
made love
to her, and that blew her away. Since then, he’d been so loving toward her, treating her like an actual girlfriend and not a fuck buddy. He’d claimed her the night of the horrible fight in Denver, but she’d figured it was the rhetoric all bikers used. Hell, she’d heard it often enough since she started screwing around with them over the years and it didn’t mean crap. The thought of him actually being in love with her made her skin pebble and her insides twist.

It also made her nerves scream warnings. He wasn’t a one-woman man; he’d been used to such freedom and variety when it came to women, so how could he ever be content with just one? Although, he’d given his heart to one woman before, but that was a long time ago.

“You working tomorrow?” Darren, one of the mechanics, asked.

“Huh…? Oh yeah, I come in at ten.”

“How do you keep your hands so clean? My girlfriend’s always bitching at me about how stained my hands are.”

“I use gloves most of the time, but the best thing you can use is a stiff brush, raw sugar, water, and a bit of liquid detergent. Then a ton of cream to keep your hands soft. Works like a charm.”

“Yeah? I’ll have to try that. Dirty hands don’t get you too much action.” He laughed.