Slow Burns (Blacksteel Bandits Motorcycle Club Book 1) by Evelyn Glass Page B

tongue as he delved into her.
     
    Very slightly, Miranda's breathing hitched hard. She panted quietly while staring at nothing off into the distance. Her thighs began to tremble. Her fingernails dug into the railing. Heat and pressure slammed against her barriers, demanding release. Her fuzzy pink thoughts turned hot and red. Satisfaction crested over her edge.
     
    She gasped, a moan tearing from her lips. She slapped a hand over her mouth and doubled over Tyler, her hand clenching at the back of his head. Her fingers dug into his scalp, pressing him flush to her quivering pussy. Tyler groaned against her quavering pussy, the taste of her coating his tongue. As she uncoiled from around him, he realized he still felt her heat. Intoxicated on everything about her, he leaned back and took a deep breath of cold evening air.
     
    Glancing up at her told Tyler everything he needed to know: She was completely satisfied. But, as her eyes flickered to his face, he knew it was only a temporary contentment. Heat and desire flamed behind her eyes. As he replaced the shorts on her hips, Tyler couldn't help his teasing inquiry, “Now, where are my hot wings, woman?”
     
    * * *
     
    The dishes clinked as Tyler washed the plates. He hummed quietly, his stomach satisfied while Miranda leered at his back. A flush clawed up his face and it wasn't a side effect of the spicy wings. At the back of his mind, the whole situation felt like a dream. Over the years away from Legacy, he had always imagined what their life would have been like if he had never left. Domestic and boring, maybe. However, that meant being happy and safe. Tyler wasn't sure if he'd trade his experience for a lifetime of normalcy. At that moment, it didn't seem so bad.
     
    A sharpness ached in his heart. Miranda wouldn't have met her full potential and would have been stuck in the gutter with him. She deserved better than that. Sure, Tyler hadn't done so badly. He was alive, at least. Though, he couldn't imagine what Miranda thought as she watched him.
     
    Mostly amusement bubbled in her thoughts. Watching the redheaded smart aleck biker washing dishes was something out of a comedy skit. She rested in her chair, elbows on the table and chin propped in her hand. The crest on his back glared at her. She traced over the steel-plated skull – and the calligraphic 'Blacksteel Bandits' that sandwiched the image – with a curious eye. Motorcycle clubs weren't always lawless, but she wondered. Especially with Tyler's inevitable departure looming on the horizon, Miranda's mind couldn't help her assumptions. He had always been a troublemaker, snubbing his nose at authority and rules. He bent and broke so many rules, showing her how life didn't necessarily shatter with the loss of strictness.
     
    Finally, the water ceased flowing and Tyler turned, wiping his wet hands on his pants. Miranda smiled, his embarrassed blush tickling at her hormones. She voiced her gratitude as he approached the table, “Thanks for doing the dishes.”
     
    “Well, you whipped up those hot wings.” He shrugged, though he could tell she spotted his pinked cheeks. “Fair's fair.”
     
    “I only made them so you'd come over,” admitted Miranda. In fact, she had rushed to the store after work and gathered the ingredients.
     
    “Mmm, you don't need to do that much to get little ole me over here.” He grinned, fully sincere. She really didn't have to do much. At first, her inquiry alone tempted him. The hot wings were just an extremely good bargaining tool on her part.
     
    “Is that so?” Miranda's eyebrows jumped up her forehead. Something warm glittered behind her gaze and tingles shot down Tyler's spine. She slid her chair out from under the table and stood. Her movements were precise and languid as she pushed her chair back in place. Suddenly, she reminded him of a jaguar ready to pounce. “So, you would've come over if I simply called?”
     
    “Well, yeah,” Tyler muttered, though he