The Gentleman Biker のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

I gave serious thought to strapping her onto my back for fear that she was still too sleepy to stay awake back there, but within ten minutes, she was prattling away in my ear through the built-in headphones, another gift from Lyon that I have to admit is pretty decent. I never would’ve thought of something like this, but that’s because I’m in the habit of riding alone to escape my everyday life on those rare occasions that I have a moment to myself.The guy thinks of everything in such a way that I was beginning to question if our meeting was really just a coincidence, but then I remember that I was the one who’d called Law and hop off that merry-go-round in my head.With the wind at our backs and the early morning rays through our visors, it seemed like whatever dregs of slumber might have lingered were long gone as she exclaimed over the things we saw in passing. The coming fall was already evident in the foliage, and with the backdrop of the mountains, the view was picturesque and p

It’s the mountain air; it’s got to be. It’s got to be something that profound that turned my normally timid lover into a fox. I’m not complaining, my dick is very happy, and the jealous rage that had been burning on a slow heat throughout the day had also been appeased.Still, I found myself doing another first as I lay on my side, head propped in my palm, watching her sleep. She looked peaceful, well fucked but peaceful. She was worn out to the point she’d passed out just seconds after her head hit the pillow. But what did she expect after her performance?Not long after overcoming my first surprise at her behavior, I felt something beastly awaken in me as well. Something I would’ve kept under control a week ago because I was sure her innocent little ass couldn’t handle.But once she was done having her fill, actually licking her lips with pleasure, I was amazed once again when she lowered her head and used her tongue to clean me up. Her playfulness only made me grow hard in her mout

Penance, it has got to be. I can't come up with any other reason for me to be dealing with this mess right now. I've always prided myself on being at the top of my game in any given situation, but this shit has thrown me for a loop. For what has got to be the first time in my adult life, I find myself in a situation that I'm not completely in control of. Right now, I should be focused on the job; nothing is more important than that, at least there didn't used to be. But now, even with the danger I was sure was here, given the Intel we'd collected so far, all I could think about was her. And not even in a sexual, I wanna jump her bones every time I see her kind of way, but more like how can I put her in my pocket and keep her safely away from all this shit type of thing. It's not something I expected, not to this degree anyway, and no one ever told me that these things could happen, and if they had, I'd have said not to me. But I am living it, so it's real, and that brings me back t

This is happening. Things have been moving really fast in the last few days and the honeymoon was over. True to his word, Lyon had sent in a crew, or squad as he calls them. Two couples, the men seeming just as anxious as I was, having their women close to this shit.   I wasn’t sure how we were supposed to do this, keeping the women in the dark, I mean. But I needn’t have worried because Quinn and Shane knew exactly what they were doing when it came to that part of the Op.   Silla, I was happy to see, was only too happy to make two new friends, and these women must’ve taken classes or something because they had her hooked in no time at all. I’d barely seen her interactions with Chantal back at the house, but it was good to see that she played well with others.   There was no cattiness among these women and I couldn’t help but notice the difference between these two, Arianna and Kelly and Nikki. It’s been days since I even thought about her, but I guess I figured one headach

“What’s wrong boss? Something bothering you?” Mace asked me quietly as I watched the door where the women had just left. “No, it’s not that.” I couldn’t give him an answer because I didn’t know what it was that was making me twitchy about the whole thing. I wasn’t sure if it was my natural sixth sense or my new overprotectiveness where she was concerned. It didn’t help that Lyon’s men didn’t look too settled either at the idea of their women going joyriding in the middle of an Op. Maybe that was it. This whole situation has left me feeling more bereft than my first firefight. I’d rather dodge bullets in the desert than deal with this evil shit that I’d been pouring over for the last few hours. How anyone could deal with this shit day in and day out and not lose part of themselves is beyond me. It's only been a few hours, and my skin is already starting to crawl. Now, I’ve always known that men can be evil monsters; I’ve seen some of the worst they can do to each other, or