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.I’d fenced the entire lot in.Pressing a small button on my keys swings the gates open.They click closed behind us once we are safely inside.Motion-sensor lights flicker to life, illuminating the wide driveway and extra large garage I’d installed a year after buying the place.A sophisticated alarm system protects the garage as well as the house.Between tools, bikes, and parts, I actually have more of value in the garage than in my entire house.Although I want to show her my personal workspace some day, right now I want to get her inside.I haven’t been to my house in a few days, and although I left it tidy, it’s a bit stuffy.Hope stands in my mudroom, watching me toe off my boots.Her hands fidget with the backpack, so I ease it from her shoulders and take her hand."You want a tour?"She tips her head up, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth."Sure."The first room we enter is the kitchen, and she stops in her tracks."My goodness."My lips quirk at the awe in her voice.The kitchen isn’t large by any standard, but it’s ample enough.I had wide granite counters and top-of-the-line appliances installed, because when the mood strikes me, I enjoy cooking.There hasn’t been anyone I wanted to cook for in a very long time now.My favorite part of the kitchen is the built-in corner booth and table.It’s nestled into a large bay window and can seat eight.Most mornings when I’m actually here, I end up eating perched on one of the bar stools lining the island counter."It’s lovely," she finally says."I’ll whip up a nice breakfast for you in the morning.""The big, bad biker cooks?""The big, bad biker does lots of things," I correct.I tug her into the living room.Typical single guy room.Even though I hardly watch television, there’s a large screen against one wall.A leather sectional takes up the opposite side.We pass a half bath.The guest room is really just more storage space for bike parts.I lead her upstairs.My bedroom is very similar to the one at the club.Hope stifles a yawn as she crosses the threshold, and a bit of guilt pricks me.I’m used to being up all hours of the night, but clearly she’s not.While I’m all keyed up, she looks like she’s ready to keel over."Come ‘ere, doll."I sit on the edge of the bed and pull her to me.Reaching for her boots, I pull the side zipper slowly down her leg.One warm hand braces against my shoulder while I help her out of the boots.Barefoot in her tight jeans and my over-sized hoodie, she appears much younger and very fragile.The certainty that I am made to take care of this woman punches me in the gut."Did you bring that sexy little outfit to sleep in?""No." A shy smile plays over her lush lips."Hmmm, what are you planning to sleep in, then?"Her gaze drops to the floor.Her timid act isn’t an act at all.She really is very reserved.When she doesn’t answer, I lift the hoodie up, pulling it over her head.Underneath, she’s wearing a pale blue tank top, and it’s clear she didn’t bother with a bra.Saliva pools on my tongue."I can sleep in this," she murmurs.Yes—yes, she can.Or nothing at all.I reach for the button of her jeans, then help her peel the material off her legs.She has these bright blue boy-cut cotton panties on.It’s a lot more material than I usually prefer in a woman’s underwear, but they suit Hope.Without thinking, I reach out and trace my fingers along her hip bones.She recoils."I didn’t realize how much weight I’d lost," she whispers."You’ve had a hard year, Hope, but you’re beautiful no matter what."I stand and pull her to me.The way she melts in my arms stirs something in me.More than just my cock, although he is also ready to come out and play.I reach down and pull the covers back."Go ahead and get in.I’m going to lock up and shut the lights off."Obediently she crawls into my bed and snuggles down under the blankets.I rush through my nightly routine, eager to get back to my girl.The sound of her breathing tells me she’s already asleep when I return.I strip everything off in the dark and get in next to her.Happy and content are inadequate words to describe my state of mind.Staring at the ceiling, I think about how many times in the last two years I fantasized about having her in my bed just like this.It’s similar to how I felt as a kid every year before Christmas, except instead of being disappointed when that fat, jolly bastard skipped my house, this time I have everything I want.I roll over and pull her to me.She sighs and wriggles against me.It’s a long time before I can fall asleep.All night I dream about Hope, even though I’m holding her in my arms.Before I’m fully awake, it registers that my hand is in her panties and I’m stroking the smooth skin of her freshly waxed mound.She sighs and turns slightly, spreading her legs.My eyes snap open.It’s still darkish in my bedroom.My fingers trace lower, slipping in the moisture I find.Fuck.My middle finger slides in between her folds and presses into her pussy [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]