Branded: (MC Erotica) The Devil's Own Collection

Kindergarten teacher Molly had all her ducks in a row; a good job at local school, a nice little house in a nice little town, a good, steady man for a boyfriend... everything good, nice and steady. She shouldn't be hankering for something else really, especially not something like the town's bad boy, the rogue even in the motorcycle gang, Rafe McNamara... _____ When we cruised along the quiet streets, I still couldn't shake the feeling of how surreal the whole thing was. A week ago I could never see myself like this, riding on a bike with my arms around a man like Rafe — not to mention doing it behind my boyfriend's back... Yeah, better not be mentioning that. And yet, as we got into the quieter side roads, Rafe kicking the speed up a notch, I thought this was what I'd been thinking of... Something different, something exciting. I took a deep breath and lay my head on his shoulder, our helmets knocking together slightly and I could feel him chuckling a little. My hands were on his abs and I let them roam, thrilled that he was cool about it. He had been more than encouraging, in fact. I held on tighter and I could feel him hum with pleasure. Swallowing a little, I realized my body had this enormous thirst to be close to his and I scooted closer, letting all my generous softness squashed against his back. He froze for a split second before placing a hand on one of mine and squeezing it. Then I felt him pushing my hand lower, my heart beating loudly in my ear. I bit my lip when I found him hard and big under his jeans. My hand got greedy pretty quick and started rubbing, hard.