9
Shaun
“Stay here,” Drew muttered while sliding off the bed
One command I would gladly obey. Unable to move, I managed to flutter my hair from across my mouth with a few huffed breaths.
Drew left me for the bathroom, and I listened to water run, my mind and body still buzzing from the f**k of my life. I smiled against his pillow, so damn satisfied—with myself, not just Drew and his c**k. He’d claimed me like a damn caveman, his growls of “mine” shivering over my skin, but I hadn’t bothered refuting. That would come later.
Point, set.
The big bad biker boy had handed over his heart, and it was mine to do with as I wished.
I’d expected him to be rough, had feared it a bit, to be honest, but his hands on me, his forceful taking…
My p***y spasmed at the memory of his sudden intrusion
