Wolf Riders MC
The kind that made my pussy throb and remind me, that Steel hadn’t fucked me yet.
“You're always going at everything alone. Lone wolf style,” he continued, his lips trailing open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone and neck. “This is now an MC problem, and we take care of things differently.”
His green gaze met mine, and the harshness, yet caring shine in them would have left my knees buckling if I hadn’t already been held up by Steel. And seeing this, I couldn’t speak. Hell, understanding what he was telling me was hard enough! Dealing with all this MALE in front of me at the same time and my pussy’s silent prayers was making it completely impossible!