voice.
Stinger grabbed his beer and brought it to his
mouth. He drank half of it while staring at her. Whether he liked females or
not wasn’t the issue here. He didn’t want her, but wasn’t about to repeat
himself. Under the harsh light right above his table her true age showed. She
had to be in her late forties, but she hadn’t aged with grace. She was the type
of woman who had been ridden hard and put away soaking wet.
“Well, dammit, all the hard-bodied ones are always
into guys.” She pouted her red painted lips and turned to leave.
Stinger finished off his beer and stood. He was
already feeling the buzz of the alcohol, and had known as soon as he stepped
inside of the bar that he’d need to call a brother to come pick him up, but
going home or to the clubhouse didn’t sound appealing at all. He tossed a few
bills on the table and moved out of the bar. Once he was outside he stood there
a moment and took a deep breath. The air was crisp, and the scent of a
rainstorm filled his nose. Letting his gaze go across the street, he stared at
the motel, and then looked at the motel room where he knew Molly was in. He
felt like some kind of asshole. He had driven across the street when she had
gone into the motel office but he had just sat in his SUV and watched her walk to
her room. His bear was pacing inside of him, itching to walk across the street,
slam his fist on the door until she opened it, and end this wild need inside of
him. Did he honestly give two fucks that they knew nothing about each other,
that she had connections to Malice, or that they had just met a week ago? No,
he didn’t care, because he wanted her too damn badly, so much so that he felt
like tearing out of his skin as he let his bear free and let the bastard out to
claim her. Was this how his brothers felt when they had found their old ladies?
Did they feel this need to fuck up a guy that had previously been with their
females? Because Stinger sure as hell wanted to bust in Malice’s face over
touching the woman that Stinger wanted.
Before Stinger knew what he was doing he was walking
across the street and headed right to the room where Molly was. This was a bad
fucking idea, but at the same time it felt too damn good to force himself to stop. He was in front of her door only minutes
later, bracing his hands on the door frame and lowering his head. He stared at
his scuffed up boots and then closed his eyes, trying to control himself. He
was perilously close to shifting as it was, but being so close to Molly in this
state, feeling his cock swell once again at the idea of being with her, had
Stinger feeling volatile and fierce, and ready to break the door down. Instead
he let go of the doorframe and stood to his full six-foot-four height. His
heart was pumping so hard and fast, and arousal, excitement, and anticipation
filled him. He had stopped things from advancing in his SUV, but Molly had
wanted him, would have given herself to him, and all he could keep thinking
about, and actually smelling, was the sweet scent of her pussy all wet and
primed for him.
He brought his knuckles down on the door three
times. Through the wood he could smell the warm, humid and clean scent of the
shower she had just taken. The image of her curvy, naked body slammed into his
head, causing his cock to throb even harder, and had him curling his fingers
into his palms until the sting of pain shot up his forearms. The sounds of the
lock disengaging on the other side of the door finally opening had him
instantly going on alert. And then there she stood, in nothing but a white
t-shirt and pair of sleep shorts. Her red hair was damp, and the strands looked
darker. The shirt she had on was thin, and it was clear she wasn’t wearing a
bra. He squeezed his hands together tighter as he stared at those huge mounds,
at the way her nipples seemed to harden further under his gaze, and the fact he
picked up on her increased breathing.
“Stinger?” She phrased it like a
Stinger grabbed his beer and brought it to his
mouth. He drank half of it while staring at her. Whether he liked females or
not wasn’t the issue here. He didn’t want her, but wasn’t about to repeat
himself. Under the harsh light right above his table her true age showed. She
had to be in her late forties, but she hadn’t aged with grace. She was the type
of woman who had been ridden hard and put away soaking wet.
“Well, dammit, all the hard-bodied ones are always
into guys.” She pouted her red painted lips and turned to leave.
Stinger finished off his beer and stood. He was
already feeling the buzz of the alcohol, and had known as soon as he stepped
inside of the bar that he’d need to call a brother to come pick him up, but
going home or to the clubhouse didn’t sound appealing at all. He tossed a few
bills on the table and moved out of the bar. Once he was outside he stood there
a moment and took a deep breath. The air was crisp, and the scent of a
rainstorm filled his nose. Letting his gaze go across the street, he stared at
the motel, and then looked at the motel room where he knew Molly was in. He
felt like some kind of asshole. He had driven across the street when she had
gone into the motel office but he had just sat in his SUV and watched her walk to
her room. His bear was pacing inside of him, itching to walk across the street,
slam his fist on the door until she opened it, and end this wild need inside of
him. Did he honestly give two fucks that they knew nothing about each other,
that she had connections to Malice, or that they had just met a week ago? No,
he didn’t care, because he wanted her too damn badly, so much so that he felt
like tearing out of his skin as he let his bear free and let the bastard out to
claim her. Was this how his brothers felt when they had found their old ladies?
Did they feel this need to fuck up a guy that had previously been with their
females? Because Stinger sure as hell wanted to bust in Malice’s face over
touching the woman that Stinger wanted.
Before Stinger knew what he was doing he was walking
across the street and headed right to the room where Molly was. This was a bad
fucking idea, but at the same time it felt too damn good to force himself to stop. He was in front of her door only minutes
later, bracing his hands on the door frame and lowering his head. He stared at
his scuffed up boots and then closed his eyes, trying to control himself. He
was perilously close to shifting as it was, but being so close to Molly in this
state, feeling his cock swell once again at the idea of being with her, had
Stinger feeling volatile and fierce, and ready to break the door down. Instead
he let go of the doorframe and stood to his full six-foot-four height. His
heart was pumping so hard and fast, and arousal, excitement, and anticipation
filled him. He had stopped things from advancing in his SUV, but Molly had
wanted him, would have given herself to him, and all he could keep thinking
about, and actually smelling, was the sweet scent of her pussy all wet and
primed for him.
He brought his knuckles down on the door three
times. Through the wood he could smell the warm, humid and clean scent of the
shower she had just taken. The image of her curvy, naked body slammed into his
head, causing his cock to throb even harder, and had him curling his fingers
into his palms until the sting of pain shot up his forearms. The sounds of the
lock disengaging on the other side of the door finally opening had him
instantly going on alert. And then there she stood, in nothing but a white
t-shirt and pair of sleep shorts. Her red hair was damp, and the strands looked
darker. The shirt she had on was thin, and it was clear she wasn’t wearing a
bra. He squeezed his hands together tighter as he stared at those huge mounds,
at the way her nipples seemed to harden further under his gaze, and the fact he
picked up on her increased breathing.
“Stinger?” She phrased it like a
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