The Switch Debra Kayn (free e books to read TXT) 📖

and tilted her lips up to him. He kissed her, ready to ditch the get-together and get to their date.

"Mm." She teased him with her tongue. "I love you."

"How about we hop in your car, and I'll—"

"Bonnie?"

Trip pulled his mouth off Bonnie at the interruption and found Trina standing ten feet away. Bonnie shifted, and he tightened his arms around her. Coming tonight was as much about her as it was to socialize with the locals. She needed a break from working, being a mom, and an opportunity to relax.

"Can I take some pop to everyone in the field?" Trina pointed to the side of the clubhouse. "The guys don't want to come and eat, but they're thirsty."

Bonnie leaned her head against Trip. "Absolutely. Go ahead and help yourself. Grab some food, too. Just make sure the garbage gets brought down to one of the trash cans, okay?"

"Okay."

"Hey." Bonnie lifted her head off Trip. "Have you checked in with your dad lately?"

Trina pursed her lips to the side and shrugged. "He's probably busy."

"Well, if he's not around by the time we head home, you can come home with us until he gets there, and we can run you to him, okay?"

"Thanks." Trina hurried away to the tables.

Bonnie slithered her arms around him and whispered, "I worry about her."

"You're a mom. That's what you do, whether it's your kid or not." He looped his arm around her shoulders and walked her toward the others.

He was impatient to go home. The promised date first on his mind. The last thing he wanted to do was share her with the community, but once an Alpha Bio participant, it was hard to break away from what he was trained to do.

Besides, he was an Avery Falls Motorcycle Club member. He needed to be here for his family.

Chapter Thirty Eight

Trip ducked under the water and came up, shaking his head. Bonnie pushed away from the side of the pool and glided past him until she reached the shallow side and could get her feet under her. He was like a fish in the water.

No matter what Trip could do, he excelled at it. The only thing he couldn't or wouldn't do was ride bikes with her. Secretly, it pleased her because she enjoyed the extra time to herself to clear her head and stop time from moving faster than she wanted.

She caught her lip between her teeth. Though, she loved when he'd race by on his motorcycle. There weren't many days they went without seeing each other every few hours. He was always showing up at work to talk to Johnny or bringing her lunch.

He swam over, coming right up in front of her, and grabbed the edge of the pool, trapping her in place. "What's that look for?"

"You're a sexy man, Mister Trip." She locked her arms around his neck.

He lowered his arms, cupping her ass, and his lips found her mouth. She licked his tongue and purred. The head of his cock pulsed against her thigh.

Buoyed by the water, she couldn't push herself lower to rub against him. He moved them both into deeper water until he stood, and their bodies matched perfectly.

He moved one of his hands from her ass, and her body slipped farther down, impaling herself on his cock, which he steadied in his hand.

Once fully seated on him, he returned his hand to her butt and held her in place. She'd discovered last week that in this position, Trip turned into a highly sexual machine. His strength bounced her up and down, gliding her on his cock in long delicious strokes. He filled her to the max, moans echoed in the gym.

She arched her neck, nibbling his ear.

His body hardened even more, and he increased the speed. She held on to his slick body, but there was no fear of drowning. Trip held her securely, manipulating her arousal with ease.

"Mm." She gasped, losing contact with his earlobe. "Yes."

He planted his feet on the bottom of the pool and continued his upward thrusts. She let herself go, wrapped in his secure grip, moving her up and down.

Her nipples skimmed his hard chest. Reactively, her pussy clenched around him. Her breath came out in short bursts, timed with each plunge.

Moving her head, she kissed him, needing the intimacy of being inside of him. He walked her through the water. Her body never moved an inch as she chilled when the air hit her wet skin. Clinging to his warmth, her body dipped as he sat on the lounger at the side of the pool—their bodies still connected.

Trip leaned back, hooking her under the thighs. She sat on top of him, bracing her hands on his stomach.

Able to see him in all his glory, she shivered. His gaze flickered to her breasts, followed by his hands cupping the mounds. She pointed her toes, barely able to touch the floor.

She gyrated, rubbing her clit on him. His dick hit high up inside of her, caressing the spot that made it hard to catch her breath.

He lowered one hand and slid his fingers between their bodies, finding her clit, and gave her some extra attention. Attention that made her move erratically.

She tossed her hair forward and bowed her head. A moan slipped out of her.

Digging her nails into his chest, she moved. Up. Down. Forward. Back.

She arched against him, caught in the pleasure. There was not enough time in the day to show him how much she loved him.

They could make love two, three, four times a day, and it was never enough. When he wasn't near, she thought about him and used every opportunity to touch him when they were together.

"Trip." She licked her lips. "I can't..." She panted. "Stop."

"Give it to me."

She moved and grooved, hovering on pure bliss. Trip's fingers had her dancing on him, hurried and intense.

Her orgasm grabbed hold. She convulsed, raking her nails down his chest as one after another jolt rippled through her. Caught in