Fang 25

Gypsy

One minute I was doing yoga in the small, paved yard, trying to stretch my body so my mind would clear from all the negative thoughts that were swirling around it, and the next, Fang, giant burly president of the Savage Sons MC had me in his arms, his mouth hungrily devouring mine.

I kissed him back.

It wasn’t sweet or caring, it was passion more like anger, but that was us all over.

Darting a hand between our bodies, Fang tore the stretchy material away from my crotch. I should have been angry, but part of me understood his eagerness.

I couldn't wait either.

The need for him to be inside my body was all consuming, burning away any rational thought I had.

“Fang.” I nipped at his lip, drawing it into my mouth hard as his panting breath washed over me.

I didn’t know what had gotten into him, but I liked it.

It almost made me laugh. It probably would have if I hadn’t been so busy kissing him. Just a day earlier we had hated each other. Although hate might have been a strong