《Jeffery Dean Morgan One-shots part 2 (Completed)》Bikes and babe (Jeffrey Dean Morgan)
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Jeffrey loves to ride his motorcycle with Norman Reedus and others, but besides that he loves his family and you. You say he is all about Bikes, Family and Babe aka you.
Jeffrey is on a ride with Norman today and should be home later, George and Gus are with Hilarie in Manhattan, NY leaving you and Jeffrey alone this weekend at the farm. You are in the living-room watching TV waiting on him to return, early you did the daily rounds with the animals. You are watching tv laying with Both dogs, Bandit and Honey,
You are peting them, you love them especially when they are laying down with you and being so Lovely.
A few minutes later Jeffrey arrives back on the farm after his ride with Norman, you and the puppies get up and go outside to greet him,
He pulls the back in the driveway and smiles at you as soon as he gets off his bike, he sees Bandit and honey standing next to you in the doorway but what gets his full attention is what you are wearing, he loves your lingerie choices. He smirks at you and tomorrow morning you two are going on a ride together it will be the first time in a while, you have been together on a ride but right now he has other ideas that involves you two and the bed and no clothes, (wink wink) he wants you two doing the two person dirty tango lol.
He makes it to you on the porch and picks you up in his arms carrying you towards the bedroom, you kiss him on the lips as he gets through the doorway and continues to the bedroom. You love your man and in a few minutes you will show him just how much by being intimate with him, he is an amazing guy and you are completely lucky to have him.
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