Semua Bab Road to Redemption: Bab 41 - Bab 50

PaytonAlex whistled wrapping his arms around me with a grin. “Gorgeous, baby.”“Back atya.” He wore nothing but his jeans and he was delicious. I slid my hands to his pecs and smiled. “Trust me?”“All the way, baby.”“I trust you too, Alex.” I patted his chest. “I need you to hear me on that.”He nodded and kissed me, unclasping my bra and tugging it down my arms. I slid my hands into his hair as he lifted me and settled me on the bed, then stretched out beside me. He drew a nipple into his mouth and bit down gently. I arched into his mouth as he continued to shower attention on my breasts while sliding a hand under the waistband of my panties and between my legs. His finger slid through the wetness and then slipped inside of me. I groaned and pushed against him as he slid another inside. His thumb found my clit and I moaned. I could feel my orgasm building, but before it washed over me, he removed his hand.“Don’t stop,” I demanded as he stood. “Where are you going?”He pushed his j

PaytonKAYLA OPTED OUT of dinner, seemingly relieved she had a night to herself. “I’m going to soak in a hot tub, drink a beer, and watch a movie my brother can’t interrupt with some bullshit comment.”I giggled. “You go girl.”She hugged me and grinned. “Thanks for the invite, though.”“It’s an open one, Kayla. Seriously. Anytime.”“Will there be ice cweam?” Lily asked.“I bet if there isn’t any at the hospital, we can find ice cream somewhere else later,” I said.She let out a squeak and jumped up and down. “Wet’s go!”I giggled. “How about you go potty first?”Lily frowned but did as she was told. I helped her wash her hands and then we met Alex at the front door. He had our coats and helped us into them before heading out to the truck.Alex and Kayla lived in Beaverton in a surprisingly suburban ranch on a quiet street. The house was small, just three bedrooms and one bathroom, but well kept, and although it was masculine inside, it didn’t scream “biker” when you walked in. Alex b

Payton“That depends,” I said.“On?”“On whether or not I get to finish.”He smiled. “I’ll let you finish. But how far do you want me to go?”“I don’t know, Alex, I’ve never done anything like this before. Should we have like a safe word or something?”“Stop works.”“Sounds a little boring,” I grumbled.Alex’s smile deepened. “You pick.”I licked my lips, my body primed, and the fact that he was still buried inside of me didn’t help me focus. “Porthole.”He dropped his head and his body shook as his laughing grew louder.“I didn’t know I was supposed to get creative,” I cried. “It’s the first thing I could think of.”“What’s your least favorite color?” he asked, and raised his head.“Um, I don’t know… chartreuse?”“Give me something shorter.”“Green.”“Okay.” He slid out of me and off the bed. “Green’s our safe word. If you use it, I’ll stop. I’ll also stop if you ask me to stop. But I’ll still ask you before I do anything and if you don’t want to do it, we won’t do it.”“I trust you.

Payton“Santa came! Santa came!” a tiny little voice squealed and then the body attached to that voice jumped onto the bed.“Shhh, baby girl,” Alex grumbled. “Payton’s still asleep.”“Payton,” Lily whispered, and patted my face. “Santa came.”“That’s awesome, honey.” I forced my eyes open and wrapped my arm around her, pulling her between me and Alex. “How about you give me and daddy a minute to wake up and we’ll come see what Santa brought you.”“Okay!” She jumped off the bed as quick as she’d come and rushed out the door.I rolled back onto Alex and sighed. “What time is it?”He grabbed his phone and then set it on the nightstand again. “Six.”“Going forward, we have to have a rule… no waking Mommy and Daddy before nine.” Chalk it up to my exhaustion, but it took me a minute to realize what I’d said. “I mean—”“Don’t, baby,” Alex interrupted. “Don’t you dare backtrack on that one.” He rolled me onto my back and smiled. “I love that. You have no idea how much I love that, but I love

PaytonI WAS NAKED and waiting, as per the instructions, and my body was primed. God, it was primed. Alex found ways to slip his hand under my skirt that were beyond stealth. The first had been in the kitchen when we were pouring drinks for everyone. We were alone, albeit only hidden from the waist down by the large kitchen island. From behind, he’d run his hand between my thighs and slipped a finger inside me before lightly touching my clit. Then he was gone.The next time was the classic “under the table” move, where his hand slid up my thigh, his pinky connecting with me before laughing at something my brother said and looping his arm around the back of my chair. There had been several more, but thinking about them just made me crazy. I was forced to keep my expression as impassive as possible, but it grew increasingly harder as the night wore on, and all I wanted to do was get him alone.I had to go through saying goodnight to everyone, except Brock and Bailey who were staying the