The Biker's Lucky Charm (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV Book 5) by Glenna Maynard (the giving tree read aloud TXT) 📗

A lost cause.

“Don’t ruin this with talking,” I warn. “Don’t waste your breath with more empty promises.”

I feel his lips spreading into a grin against my silken skin. “Got a wicked tongue but the sweetest taste. My Pam.”

He’s wrong.

I’m not his anything.

Not any longer.

I belong to no man.

Chapter Five

Pam sinks down on my cock, grinding and rolling her hips creating a sensual rhythm. My woman knows how to ride. Eyes rolled back in her head, mouth parted, touching herself. Plucking and teasing the hardened points of her dusty rose nipples. She’s goddamned beautiful. Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. The way she lets go for me. She puts on one hell of a show. This is what we’ve been missing. A physical connection.

I love the way she comes alive when our bodies come together. Nothing turns me on more than her slick and sweet pussy that molds perfectly snug to my cock. Fucking made for taking my dick. Pam loves me. She can pretend to hate me, but we both know she wants me. That she will never belong to anyone but me.

Two orgasms, and she still hasn’t had her fill. Flexing her hips, she moves against me with a shudder. Her greedy pussy contracts around my cock. There’s number three.

I grip her jaw. “Eyes on mine when you come on this cock.” I thrust my hips, surging deeper in. I’m barely hanging on here. Been ready to come since I got inside her. It’s been too damn long. Pam gives me her eyes. “Just what I needed.” I strum her clit, playing her body like my favorite song. A symphony of her heated moans. Her lust singing to me as she cries out on a low whimper. Confessing her love of me and my cock.

She continues to grind, rolling her hips, hitting all her favorite spots.

Sweat dusts my skin. The smell of the road and sex clings to our sheets.

I’ve yet to fuck that anger out of her, but I’m working on it.

My balls tighten. I’m damn close to getting mine. I grip her hip and flex my hips, knifing up as I close my eyes on the verge of ecstasy.

She stops moving as if she knows I’m about to get off to punish me. “Did you enjoy it?” Her voice is no longer laced with passion. There’s a hard, cold, edge in her tone that whips across me like a fistful of daggers stabbing me in the gut.

“What?” I blink.

“With Danika. When she sucked your dick. Was it better than me?”

“Don’t do this.” Snaking an arm around her waist I roll us, keeping our connection. Switching positions so I’m on top. Pam goes rigid beneath me.  I shift all my weight to an elbow and stare at her. “Thought we were working past this?”

“No. You were fucking me.”

“That all this is? Fuckin’?” I draw out to the tip and slide back in. “When I’m in you there is nothing but love.” I slide out again then drive it back home. “Want to hurt my feelings and punish me, babe? That it? You got off now you’re done.”

“Yeah, Link.” Her palms move to my chest. “You want to get off, go find your whore and let her finish the job.”

“Fucking hell. I don’t want anyone else, sweetness.” She pushes against me, but I keep moving. “You love me. Love me inside you. Love it when I fuck you soft then hard. Love when I fill this cunt up with my come. You love it all.” I stroke slow then fast. Fucking her harder and harder with every thrust building my tempo into a crescendo.

“I hate you.” A tear slides down her cheek as I come inside her. “Let me up.”

I keep moving slower and softer, gliding in and out of her cream filled pussy. “Bet I can give you number four,” I croon.

“I said let me up,” her voice cracks and shreds me a little on the inside.

“Pam...”

She turns her head. A sob rips through her.

Shit.

I roll off her.

Pam shoots up out of the bed, stomps to the bathroom, and slams the door shut.

I shift to the edge of the mattress, dropping my feet to the floor, and scrubbing my palms over my eyes. I let out a breath and stare at the closed door. She’s already out of reach. I grab my jeans off the floor and pull them back on. Over at the closet I see nothing but empty hangers on my side. She didn’t leave me a damn thing to wear. Crazy assed woman. I pull open my drawers in the dresser. Nothing. Not even a clean pair of underwear or socks. I shake my head then try to open the bathroom door. “Open up.”

“Time for you to go,” she shouts from the other side then blows her nose.

“Open the fuckin’ door,” I growl.

“Just go.”

“Open this door or I’ll break it off the hinges.”

The door swings open. Pam flies out the door trying to go around me.

I grab her shoulders. “Why are you crying?”

“Just leave. I’m not going to tell you again.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then I’ll go pick up my son and you’ll see us when you see us. I need space.”

“Don’t even think of threatening me with our kid. No matter how you feel about me shit isn’t cool nor is it your style. I’m gonna give you some space but I’ll be back. And I’ll fucking see my kid anytime I damn well please.” Connor isn’t mine by blood but doesn’t matter to me. Blood doesn’t always equal family. “I’ll send one of my guys over tomorrow to clean that shit in the yard up.” I let her go. I snatch my boots off the floor and grab my cut from the living room on my way out.

**

“You look like shit.” Holy slides onto the stool next mine at the clubhouse.

“Pam put my ass out.” I take a long pull from my bottle of beer.

“No shit?” He shakes his head. “Might not want