Chapter 15
I awoke to the sound of my phone ringing. Glancing at the number calling, I saw it was my father.
Jumping out of bed, I silenced the phone and ran into the bathroom so I could quietly talk without waking German.
“Hi Daddy,” I greeted, truly happy to hear my father’s voice.
“Hey sweetheart,” my father returned. “How’s it going?”
“All’s well over here,” I said, meaning it despite all the drama. “How’s the conference going?”
My father sighed. “Not the same without you, kiddo. I really wish you could have come. You’d have loved the dessert I had last night. A sinful, decadent chocolate cake with a delicate white mousse center. It was perfection!”
I sighed right back at him. “Go ahead. Rub it in!”
My father chuckled. “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t keep it to myself. I took pictures, but decided it was just too cruel to send them.”
“How thoughtful of you,” I teased, missing the sound of his voice so much it hurt. “How’s the new software rollout going?”
“Slow,” my father said. “I think I might have to be here longer than expected. There were some unforeseen snags in the distribution of our new software, and it’s caused some of the investors to be a little leery.”
I wasn’t worried. My father was a natural-born salesman. If anyone could smooth these “snags” out, it was him. “You’ll figure it out, Daddy. You always do.”
“Thanks, Maddy. How are things going on your end? Are you and German getting along okay?”
I blushed at just how “good” we’d gotten along last night. “Yeah. We have our moments, but it’s been mostly smooth sailing over here. I miss you, Daddy,” I tagged on, wanting to change the subject before he ferreted out what was going on between me and my biker bodyguard.
“I miss you, too, pumpkin. I won’t be gone much longer. And when I get back, if you’d like, we can plan a trip together. Just me and you. Anywhere you want to go,” he offered unexpectedly.
My heart began to race. “Even the Mediterranean Cruise?” I’d been begging for him to take a cruise of the Mediterranean for years. He’d always been too busy with work. Now it seemed he was actually open to the idea.
“Even that,” he agreed with an indulgent smile in his voice.
That made me pause. “Daddy,” I began, “is everything okay?” Something about the offer felt off. Like he was doing it to placate me.
“Can’t a father want to take his daughter on a cruise without suspicion?” he replied with a question all his own.
“He can,” I returned slowly, “but I’ve been begging for years and you always say no. What’s changed now?”
I heard the man draw in a tired breath on the other end of the line. “I’ve been working for so long I’m afraid I’ve neglected what means the most to me, kid. My daughter. It’s time I rectified that. Don’t you think?”
His words made my eyes brim with tears. “I’d love that, Daddy. Whenever you want to go, I’m in.”
In the background, I heard someone call my father’s name. “My ride's here, Maddy. But I’ll talk to you soon. In the meantime, I want you to start looking into that cruise. I’m going to expect a full report when I get back home.”
I giggled, knowing full well I’d done all the research I needed to book my dream trip already. “I won’t let you down.”
“I know you won’t. I love you, Maddy,” he said, before I repeated the same and we both hung up.
After using the bathroom and discretely brushing my teeth, I walked back into the bedroom. German was already sitting up in bed reading something on his phone. When he looked up, I could see he was waiting for both my reaction to what had happened last night, and to what my father had to say.
Wanting to assure him everything was good on both ends, I tiptoed over to his side of the bed and sat in his lap.
“Good morning,” I said, leaning in for a kiss.
German didn’t disappoint. Wrapping his arms around me, he pulled me in for a long, deep kiss that caused the whole of my body to spontaneously combust upon first contact. Beneath me, the proof I’d affected him in the exact same way prodded my backside.
When we separated, German searched my face before asking, “How did you sleep last night?”
“Like a baby,” I told him, straddling his lap. “You?”
“Same,” he said, a small smile lifting the corner of his sensual mouth. “How’s your dad doing?”
I thought that question over. “He’s well, but I don’t think he’s telling me the whole truth about what’s going on at the conference.”
“Why do you say that?” German asked, concern creasing his brow.
“He offered to take me on a cruise,” I said, tossing my long hair over my shoulder.
German’s brow hiked. “And that’s concerning?”
“I’ve had to pull teeth to get my father to go anywhere in the last ten years. Now he’s willingly offering to take a month off to visit the Mediterranean? Something’s not right.”
“Are you worried his sudden generosity has something to do with Ken Mitchem’s death?” German asked, accurately following my train of thought.
“I’m afraid my father isn’t telling me the whole truth about his business,” I confessed, worried there was more to this story than any of us knew.
German’s fingers danced on the edges of my T-shirt, his rough fingertips rasping against the bare skin of my ass. “That’s a given, Maddy.”
I frowned. “Why do you say that?”
“Do you tell your father everything about your business?” he asked, his hand slipping beneath my T-shirt and tracing the curve of my hip meaningfully.
I shuddered and my skin pebbled wherever he touched it. “That’s different!”
“Is it?” he pressed, his knuckle grazing the heat of my sex.
He had a point. A damn good one, in fact. “German,” I began, my mind starting to grow fuzzy with lust as he stroked me, “do you know more about my father’s business than I do?”
That brought him up short. His fingers fell away from my body and his eyes sharpened. “Babe, I can’t talk Club business with you.”
That answer wasn’t comforting. “How is my father’s business, Club business?”
“Your father’s the one who contacted the Club to help keep you safe. Whatever he told my Brother Pipe, stays in-house with the Club.”
Just by looking at German’s closed expression, I could tell I wasn’t getting anything else out of him right now. That’s okay. I could be patient. With a little time and some detective work, I’d figure out what was going on here.
I motioned to stand, but German pulled me back down, settling me firmly back onto his lap. “And where do you think you’re going?”
“To take a shower,” I informed him, running my hand along his beard. “I need one after last night.”
His eyes flamed over at the memory. “Maybe I like you all dirty and smelling like me.”
My chest contracted with his sexy-as-hell words. “But if I shower,” I told him, “you get the chance to get me dirty all over again.”
German smiled darkly with approval. “That is an excellent point,” he said, slapping my naked rear end, causing me to jump.
“So am I dressing as Lexi or Maddy today?” I asked, hedging if we were riding with the Raiders or not.
German scowled. “We’re not hanging out with the Raiders today, Babe. Not after what happened yesterday.”
I understood his anger. Hell, I was angry myself. But I’d really enjoyed hanging out with Sarah and Chrissy last night. They understood what it meant to be with a biker. And I really wanted to give whatever was happening between us an opportunity to grow. Plus, shameless hussy that I was, I really wanted another chance to ride on the back of my man’s bike.
That’s right. I’d said it. My man. I’d read an inspirational book or two in my time. The first thing you had to do when you wanted something to happen was to imagine it. And if I wanted to manifest a relationship between German and me, I was going to have to start talking to myself like one was possible.
Stroking his cheek, I said, “I trust you, German. I know if we ride with the Raiders today, you’ll keep me safe.”
German’s eyes shuddered closed. “I almost lost you, Maddy.”
“Nope, I’m like a bad penny, mister. I keep turning up no matter how hard you try to get rid of me,” I teased.
After what felt like forever, German placed his forehead against mine. “Slade texted this morning. He said that Mouse won’t be going on today’s ride.”
“See,” I said brightly. “There’s nothing to worry about then. We can go.”
“If you want to, though I can’t understand why you would after last night,” he added bitterly.
Holding his chin between my forefinger and thumb, I said, “Because I love riding with you, German. It’s the most free I’ve felt in years,” I expressed, genuine joy in my eyes as I stared back at him.
Leaning forward, German kissed me hard and fast. “If we want to make it on time, you better go take your shower because I need one too. They’re leaving by ten.”
I shot him my sassiest look. “Then I suggest we shower together in the interest of saving time.”
Tossing me over his shoulder, German slapped my ass and carried me to the bathroom. “Why do I sense this shower is about to take twice as long as it should?”
I giggled as he walked and I bounced. “You think very highly of yourself, Mr. German!”
He spanked me again for that slight. Setting me onto my feet, German turned on the water and placed his fingers in the stream to check the temperature. As he did, I slowly pulled my T-shirt up and over my head.
His eyes ate up my naked skin and began to smolder. “Babe, there’s no time for that if you want to meet up with the Raiders,” he warned.
I batted my lashes at him. “Time for what?” I said, as I gingerly tested the water myself and climbed in.
Letting the warm water sluice over me, I grabbed my body wash from the ledge of the tub and squirted a pool of it into my hand before sudsing it all up. Watching him as I spread those slippery bubbles over my breasts, down my belly, and between my legs, I let my eyes flutter closed and began to really enjoy the feel of my own hand lovingly cleansing my own body.
“You little tease,” German growled, as he moved closer to the lip of the tub.
My eyes popped back open and traveled down German’s body, pausing at the strained crotch of his boxer shorts. The thick outline of his cock pressing hungrily against the stretchy material made my pussy clench with desire. He’d practically torn me apart with that massive thing last night. Even now, as I washed myself, I could feel the ache of where he’d been. Still, I wanted him. Wanted him to pound inside of me and stretch me wide open like he’d done before.
German leaned against the sink and watched me slowly clean my pussy. “You want some help with that?” he asked, his eyes never wavering from my slippery hands.
I smiled, letting the water cleanse away the suds. “You think you can do a better job?”
Grunting, German yanked his boxers to the floor, setting the beast free. I watched with rapt attention as it thickened against his perfectly sculpted torso.
Palming the turgid flesh, he tugged it a few times and said, “I got something better than fingers to get to all those hard-to-reach places.”
He was right about that. “Come inside then,” I enticed, double entendre intended.
Stepping into the shower, German spun me toward the opposite end of the nozzle and leaned into my back. His cock thrust against my ass, demanding entry as much as his owner.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded, and I automatically complied.
Reaching around my belly, his long fingers began to play with and tease my already slippery clit. I gasped, so sensitive it felt like I was drugged and more stimulated than possible.
“Always so nice and ready for me,” German whispered into the shell of my ear, whirling it seductively with his tongue.
His free hand curled around my waist and climbed to my breasts. My nipples thrust forward to meet his rough touch. Plucking and rolling the stiff buds between them, he nipped my neck as he expertly strummed my sex.
Moaning, I rocked my soapy ass against his groin. Reaching down, German slotted his cock along my dripping seam and I closed my legs, trapping him between my slippery thighs.
His cockhead glided back and forth over my slit, brushing against my clit as he see-sawed back and forth between my well-lubed folds. “I can tease too, Baby Girl.”
“You feel so good,” I exhaled, already climbing toward the summit of my next orgasm.
German growled and his erection hardened even further at my erotic words. Sliding back and forth, he strummed my pussy like a guitar, his cock so close, yet infuriatingly out of reach.
My hands and arms braced against the shower wall the closer I got to coming. Nonsensical grunts and moans escaped my throat and mouth as my desperation to climax grew.
“You want to come for me, Babe?” German posed, leaning back as he sharply spanked my wet ass.
That felt so good, I nearly tipped over the edge. “Oh, yes!” I managed, jutting my rear back even harder against his hips and groin.
“Good. I want you all nice and creamy when I fuck your tight cunt.” Winding my hair in his hand, he tugged back my head so my throat was exposed and our eyes met. “And I’m going to fuck it hard too, for teasing me so long with this perfect pussy of yours.”
The flesh between my legs tightened at his dark threat. Sensing I was near to breaking, his fingers began to work me over even faster. Intermittently, he delivered quick, stinging slaps to my ass. At one point, he slid his slick finger between my cheeks and added pressure against my back entrance. On a one-way ride to euphoria, I chugged over the tracks and catapulted off the cliff when he nudged his thumb inside the dark, puckered hole.
“I see you like it dirty, Baby Girl. Me too,” German revealed, as I shouted my release. As I came, he continued to pulse and twirl his fingers until he’d wrung every ounce of pleasure from my shuddering body.
Adding weight to the center of my back with his palm, he bent me forward and canted my hips upward. Swiping his cockhead against my slick entrance a few times, he pushed into the tight ring of hot flesh and rammed home.
“I’m going to wreck this clean little pussy and make it a fucking mess all over again,” he said, as he hammered into me full force.
My fingers flattened against the wall as I absorbed his thrust which was like a battering ram. He felt so good inside of me, I could have wept. “Oh please, yes!” I begged, wanting everything he had to give me and more.
His grip bit into the sides of my hips as he plunged so deep it stole my breath. Pulling nearly all the way out, he’d drill back inside until he’d bottomed out inside of my ultrasensitive core.
“Fuck! You feel even better than I remembered, Babe. It’s like your cunt was made for me,” he groaned as he filled me over and over again. “Tell me whose pussy this is, Maddy.”
Biting my lower lip, I heaved back, meeting him stroke for powerful stroke. “It’s your pussy, German. It’s all yours!”
His fingers dug in even harder. “That’s right. It’s my pussy, Baby Girl,” he growled. “All mine!”
Bending me over even further, he slammed away. With each brutal stroke, it seemed like he was plowing so deep he was trying to reach my very soul.
Roaring his climax, German began to ravish me like a goddamned barbarian. Hot jets of come flooded my core, escaping my flesh in gloppy ropes every time he jerked in and out of me.
“Jesus!” he panted, turning me around so he could kiss my lips. “Every time I touch you, Maddy, it gets better and better. What the hell have you done to me?”
My legs felt like jelly in my sated state and I looped my arms around his neck for stability. “I bet you say that to all the girls,” I teased, hugging him so close I could feel his pulse beating against my heated skin.
Resting his chin on the top of my head, he breathed in my scent. “No, Baby Girl. I don’t.”
I believed him.
We stood like this for a blissful moment, wrapped in each other’s arms, before German grabbed the bottle of body wash and began to lather me all over again.
Eyeing the strawberry-scented rinse speculatively, I smiled as he began to scrub my breasts and work his way down my body. “Isn’t this what got us into trouble in the first place?”
German grinned. “I’m older and wiser this time around. I won’t be taken advantage of twice.”
Reaching between his legs, I cupped his balls and dragged the heel of my palm along the underside of his growing erection. “You sure about that, stud?”
A hiss of air escaped German’s lips. “Maddy!” he warned, but there was no real censure to his words. In fact, I sensed a hint of a challenge. One I was more than willing to meet.
Licking my lips, I began to slowly pump his thickening shaft. “If we’re late, we can always catch up with the Raiders on the road, right? I bet your bike flies like the wind when you’re driving it, German.”
Groaning, my biker bodyguard lifted me in his arms and leveled me against the wall of the shower. “You’re going to be the death of me, Madelynn Framingham,” he prophesied, before lining himself up with my already primed and ready center, then slamming forcefully all the way inside my slick tightness.