does. I gasp as my orgasm begins to overtake me.
Charlie’s sudden desperate need thrills me at a very deep level. Before I fall into my own orgasm, I hear Charlie bark loudly as he begins to come. He still pounds into me, whimpering as if in pain. His grip is almost painfully tight as his body tries to curl into a ball. I want him to hold me tighter still. There is something about Charlie giving me his all, holding nothing back that causes my orgasm to explode within me. I begin to wail once again. My voice staccato with our tender violence. Then, with a sudden gasp, we both fall limp, gasping and panting in release.
I feel Charlie relax under me, his grip loosening. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?”
I can feel my eyes well with tears. No man has ever asked me if he has hurt me. “No,” I whisper.
“What’s wrong?” Charlie asks, pushing me up. “You’re crying.”
I can read the concern on his face and it touches me deeply. “Nothing,” I gasp, as I kiss him softly. I don’t know what was happening to me. I like the feelings Charlie is giving me; but, they frighten me, as well. I put my head back on his shoulder. I just want to feel his touch, as he softly caresses my back and neck. I close my eyes as the tears, the tears I can’t seem to stop, slowly run down my cheek.
I’m still wondering what is wrong with me as I slip into sleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
We awaken early the next morning. Sometime in the night I had moved off of Charlie’s chest. I find myself lying in the crook of his arm, more comfortable than I can ever remember being. “Are you okay?” Charlie asks, as I begin to stir.
“Yes, why?” I ask.
“I was just worried. You were crying after we…afterwards.”
I smile, feeling more like my old self. “I guess having you fuck the shit out of me made me kind of emotional.” I rise up and kiss him on the lips. “Everything is fine. In fact, I expect a repeat performance tonight.”
I can feel Charlie relax. “I’ll do the best I can,” he says with an impish grin.
We get dressed and have breakfast in the hotel dining room before Charlie takes me home for a quick change. We are watchful, but see no sign of the Demon Knives or Darren. Charlie drops me off at work and I kiss him before I get out of his car. I don’t know why, but having Charlie drop me off at work with a kiss seems so right and natural that I have to smile.
I’m practically walking on air, as I stride behind the parts counter to put down my things. Darren will probably be around later to give me a ration of shit, but I don’t care. I don’t think anything can dampen my mood at the moment. I can feel my stupid ass grin still on my face, as I open my locker to stow my purse.
My scream brings the entire staff running.
Read on for an excerpt from the sequel Break Away, part two of the Dark Riders MC series.
Excerpt from the sequel, Break Away
I sit in the service manager’s office of the Harley-Davidson dealership. My hands shake so hard I’m afraid to pick up the coffee someone has given me to try to quiet my nerves. I feel like my world is spinning out of control. At least my tears have stopped.
So much for the ass-kicking-biker-bitch. She’s dead and buried. This frightened little girl is what’s left in her place. “Aubrey, is there someone for us to call. Someone to come get you? Can I have one the guys take you home?”
“What?” I ask, looking up. The voice finally penetrates the static that is roaring in my brain.
“Is there someone we can call?” John, my boss, asks.
“No thank you, John. I just need a minute.”
“The cops are sending someone out. I got a call last night about a break-in. Someone broke out a window in the shop and set off the alarm. I came out, but couldn’t find anything disturbed. I thought it was just kids breaking windows. I’m sorry, Aubrey. I’m sorry I