BikersLibrarian by Shyla Colt Page A

going to do
a lot of things together.”
    She liked the way her name sounded on his lips. Wild and
untamed, the exact opposite of the woman she’d been for the past twenty-five
years. He made her feel adventurous and sexy, like a brand-new woman with no
tainted past. His long strides devoured the pavement as he began the walk to
his apartment.
    The controlled precision made her kitten purr louder. They
reached the top floor and he placed her back against the door as he fumbled for
his keys. His lips tempted her and for once in her life, she took the
initiative.
    His slack-jawed, wide-eyed expression that followed would
have amused her if she hadn’t been so desperate. She traced his lips with her
tongue, seeking entrance as his flavor flooded her mouth. Whiskey, tartness and
Shooter. The trinity of tastes inflamed her and she dropped her legs lower, lining
up with his pelvis once more. They’d built up to this moment and now she
couldn’t wait another second. The prominent bulge she felt hinted at something
long and thick. She shuddered in anticipation.
    “Fuck.” He hissed, bracing his arms on either side of her as
their tongues dueled. Bringing her hands up to tangle in his soft locks, she
tilted her head for more contact. A moan rumbled in his chest, and he obliged.
Her breasts grew heavy as he took over, dominating her mouth with a masterful
skill that made her lightheaded. “Need, now.”
    His animalistic words filled her with pride. She’d brought a
powerful man to his baser self. Seeing the give in his dominating personality
turned her on.
    The key shimmied, the tumbler turned and he staggered
inside. He kicked the door shut and kept going. Her back met the soft surface
of his couch.
    “Have to taste.”
    “No.” She clamped her thighs shut, embarrassed.
    “Yes.” His dark eyes and commanding pitch left no room for
argument. “Open your legs and hold on to the couch, Juliette.”
    Her mouth went dry. “I-I never.” Unable to hold his gaze,
she looked down. It made her feel wrong. What if she tasted bad?
    “Good. I want to be the first person to do everything, and
the rest I’ll erase from your memory.” His words stole her breath. Shooter’s
different. Try it his way. Shaking, she placed her hands over her head,
gripped the back of the couch and re-centered herself in the here and now.
Breaking free from another trapping from her past.
    “I’ll make it good for you, so good. But you have to ask.
Let me hear how much you want it.”
    The need to please him rushed up from some untapped place
inside and she found herself nodding. She wouldn’t let him control her any
longer. Overcoming her shyness, she spread her legs a few inches.
    “I want it.” Her wobbly voice felt like a climb to the top
of Mt. Everest, the first step of many on her journey to true change.
    “Wider, baby. I want to see that pretty pussy of yours. Are
you wet for me?”
    No one had ever talked to her that way before. Her center throbbed,
and her swollen clit screamed for attention. God help her, she liked it.
Moistening her lips, she nodded.
    “I want to hear you say it, baby.”
    “Y-yes, I’m wet for you.”
    “Still so shy.” He reached out and ran a finger down her
silky underwear. Her body jerked at the brief contact. “So responsive. I knew
you were the right one for me.” His whispered praise heightened her pleasure.
The positive affirmation felt almost as enjoyable as his actions. Moving in
before she could protest, he buried his face between her legs and inhaled deep,
nudging her apex with his nose. She curled her fingers into the couch to keep
from grabbing him. She bucked toward him, hit by a powerful jolt of sensation.
He moved back and grinned.
    “You like it, don’t you? I knew you would.”
    Uncertain what to say, she glanced away. What am I doing?
    “No, there’s no room for shame here. Everything we’ll do is
consensual and for our pleasure. Everyone and everything else be damned. The
outside world