CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

LINDY

When I bought the sexy bounty hunter costume, I imagined Gideon and I cruising through the mountains—a man and his woman outfitted in leather—which made it a no-brainer purchase. After using Beth's craft supplies to add the ‘Property of Timber' bit, and yes, my friends teased me mercilessly for that, I couldn't wait any longer to show it off.

Gideon's reaction is more than I hoped for.

We've been tiptoeing around sex since Dean's assault, but I'm healed and eager to jump my man's H.OT. hot body.

Dean who?

My thoughts are all about the strong, silent biker with a military past and family trauma to boot. A man who hasn't let life chip away at his kindness. A man whose sex appeal comes from more than rock hard abs and broad shoulders, but from the respect and care he shows me.

"Oh, fuck…" I moan as his lips clamp around my clit and suck.

A quick swat to my ass follows as he playfully reprimands me. "Language, baby."

" Fuck me, Gideon," I taunt, desperate for more than his talented tongue and fingers. Don't get me wrong, they're awesome, but the only thing that can satisfy me now is that big dick pounding into my pussy.

Damn, it's been too long since I've had sex. I'm horny as hell.

"Such a brat," he grunts before rising to his feet. He disappears for a moment, the loss of his heat sending a chill over my exposed body, but then he's back, his shadow eclipsing me as I feel his cock nudge my entrance.

"Is this what you want?" With one hard thrust, Gideon buries his full length deep, shoving me into the edge of the counter.

"Yes, yes, yes…" It becomes a coarse chant as he fucks me into the unforgiving metal. My breasts ache, smashed into an overflowing valley that threatens to suffocate me as I duck my head, pushing back into each of Gideon's savage thrusts.

He's not treating me like a piece of hand blown glass that can break with the slightest touch. It's sweet when his caresses are gentle and soothing, but I love when he loses control, too. And I plan to push him over the edge more often because the results are… Chef's kiss. 10/10. No notes.

"My filthy girl. Coming in here dressed like a—What are you supposed to be?"

"A sexy bounty hunter," I hiss, gasping at the direct drag of his cock along my G-spot.

"Mmm… Sexy bounty hunter. I'm going to fuck you over my bike in this outfit," he growls, his hand forcing itself between the counter and my chest to tweak a bruised nipple. "Then I'm going to get ‘Property of Timber' put on all your clothes, so everyone knows you're mine."

Damn, who knew Gideon had such an insane possessive streak?

Good thing I'm a huge fan of dark romance…

"Does that mean you're getting ‘Property of Lindy' on your stuff, too?"

He nips at my nick, biting his way to my earlobe. "That's getting tattooed over my heart, Lindy Girl. Now, is this sexy little pussy ready to come? I know you're hot for it. Hungry for my huge cock to stretch your tight cunt. Hungry for my cum to stuff you full." Gideon's crude words are like a lash along my clit, teasing me higher and higher.

"You're going to walk out of here dripping wet with your cream and my seed coating these pretty thighs. You're going to ride on the back of my Harley bare cunt to the leather seat, so you feel every rumble of the engine tempting you to come again. But you'll wait until we're home, won't you, baby?"

I can't respond.

Coherent thoughts are impossible.

All I can focus on is the burning pleasure ripping through my body as he hammers into me. As the lust and passion erupt in a rain of sparks so blinding I squeeze my eyes shut and scream with the climactic release.

"That's it. Scream. Cry. Wring this dick dry, baby." Gideon shudders and roars with the force of his orgasm, yet he still powers through it, pumping into me with jerky thrusts until we're both panting, collapsed on the tool counter.

"I love you, Lindy Girl," he whispers unexpectedly, and tears rise to the forefront.

This isn't post-coital chitchat. Gideon means what he says.

And he loves me.

Breathing deeply, I can't help the smile forming on my face pressed against the cool metal. Eventually, we'll have enough strength to stand up and go home, but for now, the only energy I need is to utter four words I never thought I'd say again.

"I love you, too."