He lifts his other hand and hooks the other strap, and then he drags them both down my arms. Finally, my breasts pop free, the fabric grazing against my taut, aroused nipples. I gasp as they stand erect and practically beg for his mouth.
He holds me like this, with my arms pinned to my sides by the straps he pulls tight.
“So pretty,” he murmurs. “Just look at that soft skin with those perfect nipples thrust out, so eager for me.”
I tremble, wanting him to touch me so badly, but loving how he looks his fill.
“Unhook it.” He doesn’t ask; he orders, and before I even think about it, my hands reach back to obey his command. I want to please him, desperately. I want to do whatever he asks, whatever he commands. I’ve never felt like this before. It’s thrilling, exciting, electrifying. I’m living dangerously, and I like it.
My bra slips free and joins our discarded clothing. He moves in, dropping to his knees before me, which brings his mouth to the perfect height to capture my nipples, first one and then the other. My head falls against the door and rolls from side to side as he sucks and laves and nips with his teeth.
Each time he pulls away I arch my back, thrusting my breasts forward, straining for his mouth, for more of his tender treatment.
He grins up at me then returns to his ministrations, teasing and tormenting me, and pausing again to make me beg for it.
“Please.”
“You like that? You like when I play with you, beautiful?”
“Yes.”
“What do you want, honey? Ask for it,” he demands.
“Your mouth. I want your mouth.”
“Where?”
“Everywhere,” I pant.
“That an invitation?”
Before I can answer, he’s taking me up on it. His hands move to the fastening of my jeans, and with a few quick movements he’s got them open, yanking them down my hips.
His mouth moves to my bellybutton, and his tongue flicks out to toy with the little piece of jewelry I have in my piercing there. He groans. “Maybe you don’t have a lot of ink, but these dangling rhinestones tell me there’s a little wild child in you, girl.”
I tremble as heat flashes through me, and I know I’m so wet my panties are soaked.
He presses a kiss above it, and then his mouth travels until he reaches my panties. His teeth close over the edge, and he pulls, snapping it against my tender flesh.
I practically jump out of my skin.
He stares up at me, studying my face while his calloused palms trail up my thighs. They’re warm, and I love the feel of him touching me.
He hooks his hands in the fabric at each hip, and with his eyes locked with mine, he drags them slowly down to my knees. And I don’t stop him.
Oh, Lord, I’m suddenly standing naked in front of him, watching him take me in. His mouth presses a kiss just over my bare pussy. It’s soft and tender, and I want to melt inside. I am melting inside. He groans, and I lay my hands tentatively on his shoulders. I sigh out a soft breath, and my eyes slide closed.
He shifts slightly and, oh my God, he’s stroking me with his fingers. My mouth drops open at the exquisite feeling. His touch is gentle, and I don’t want it to stop.
“So wet.”
“Yes.”
“All for me.”
“Yes.”
My head rolls from side to side on the door, enjoying his touch and trembling with need. I’m lost in the sensations.
My hips rotate with each stroke, wanting more.
“So responsive, so needy. My sweet beauty.”
His fingertips are suddenly teasing over my opening, and my eyes pop back open. I gasp in a breath as two fingers push inside me, and I go up on my toes. He curls those digits, and it isn’t long before he finds that trigger that sends bolts of ecstasy tingling through my body, and I’m quivering in reaction.
“Oh, God. Don’t stop,” I beg in a rasp.
He keeps up the motion and adds his thumb to the mix, separating my folds to seek out my clit. The pad rotates in gentle sweeps that drive me insane.
I’m shaking, and my breasts are jiggling as my back arches, offering myself up to him.
His mouth latches onto one nipple, and he sucks hard. The sensation zings through my body straight to my aroused clit. I’m climbing higher and higher, closer and closer to that peak of climax.
Suddenly my nipple pops free of his mouth as he bends down and closes his lips over my clit, his tongue swiping rapidly over it until I’m panting and gasping.
My fingers slide into his hair, and I fist the curls, holding him against me as I cry out, my orgasm exploding through me.
I feel the rush of wetness that soon coats his fingers as his motions slow. Then he’s kissing my clit and pulling back to watch the expression of rapture I’m sure is on my face.
My breasts heave as I float back to earth. He licks his fingers clean, then pulls me close, his arms wrapping around my hips, and he stares up at me. “You on the pill, sweetheart?”
I’m incapable of forming words, so I nod.
“You gonna let me fuck you? You don’t want that, tell me now. You want me to stop?”
I shake my head. “I don’t want to stop.”
He rises to his feet, and I’m again reminded of just how big he is. He cups my cheek, drops a sweet kiss to my lips, and I taste myself, then his hands land on the bare skin of my hips, and he whips me around. I’m now facing the door. My head is whirling; everything is happening so fast.
He takes my hands and puts them on the wood by my face. His mouth at my ear, he whispers, “Stick that ass out for me, baby doll.”
As he says it, he yanks my hips until I’m at an angle. He releases his hold, and I glance over my shoulder to see him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. He takes out his erection, and I long to get a better look, but I’m not about to move from the spot he put me in. His hand slips in his hip pocket and pulls out a small square packet. A condom. Shit. Thank God, one of us is thinking.
His eyes lift to mine as he tears open the packet and rolls it on. “I’m clean, Kara, I promise. I just want to put you at ease.”
“Thank you,” I murmur.
“You still good with this?”
I nod, canting my hips higher. I’m trembling with need, waiting for that beautiful cock to be inside me. One big, warm palm closes over my hip. He takes his erection in his other hand and lines it up with my pussy. He swirls the head around, separating my folds to find my clit, and I go up on my toes, moaning.
“Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs stroking me in those sweet circles until my thighs are shaking. “You ready for me?”
Oh, hell yes. I nod vigorously. “Yes, yes. Please.”
I barely have the words out before he thrust inside. I stutter in a gasping breath. Oh, my God. He fills me so completely.
His hands tighten on my hips, holding me still while he pulls out and thrusts back in. I tighten down on him, and he groans.
“Oh, yeah, baby girl. So fucking perfect.” He draws back, dragging across a million sensitive nerve endings, then plunges back inside me.
I drop my head, my mouth opening wide, my eyes closed.
One big palm slides up my spine in a tender caress. “You okay, sweetheart?”
I nod, and he presses a kiss to my shoulder blade, then his tongue darts out to lick my skin. “Here we go, babe,” he whispers.
My biceps flex as I push against the wall. His hands lock on my hips again and he begins to move, increasing his pace until my breasts are bouncing wildly.
He’s practically lifting me off my feet, controlling everything about this act. And oh my God, I love it. I love the way he’s taking me, so dominant, so savage. Holy shit. I’ve never experienced anything like this.
I’m panting hard, loving the feel of him pounding into me, and the sexy sounds he’s making, grunting and breathing hard.
“Fuck, baby. So good. So fucking good,” he growls. He leans over my back,
and I feel his mouth at my ear, and he wraps his big arms around my hips, lifting me up.
I gasp out, but he shushes me.
“Quiet, baby. Be my good little wild cat and take it all.”
I’m totally in his control and can do nothing but take it. But I don’t want to stop.
He drops a hand, and I feel his fingers stroking through my folds to find my clit, and my head flies back. Oh, God, what he’s doing to me. He knows what he’s doing when it comes to sex. The man is a fucking God. He knows just how to touch, just how much pressure to apply.
Oh, God, I’m getting close, climbing higher and higher toward climax.
He growls in my ear, “Come for me, sweet Kara.”
Then he sinks his teeth in my shoulder, and I explode, moaning so loud he covers my mouth with a hand.
I’ve never had better.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Reno—
There’s a sound at the door. I’m still plastered to Kara’s slick back. The knob jiggles, and we both glance down at it.
Fuck!
I cover her mouth with my hand, and her wide eyes meet mine. I hold a finger to my lips, silently telling her not to make a sound. She nods, and I pull my hand away. I’m still balls deep inside her.
We can hear a voice through the door.
“Damn it. Who locked this? Kyle, I need a key.” A woman’s voice trails off, and her footsteps fade away down the hall toward the bar.
I know we’ve only got a minute or less before she returns. I pull out, rip off the condom and toss it, tuck myself back in and yank up my zipper while Kara turns around and wiggles her jeans and panties up her legs. I watch that pretty pussy disappear and curse that we don’t have more time.
I toss her shirt and bra to her, and she quickly puts them on while I shrug into my own. She slips the strap of her tiny purse over her head and across her chest to hang at her hip.
“Ready?” I murmur, and she nods. I unlock the door and open it a crack, peeking out. Its dimly lit and I don’t see anyone. I take her hand and open the door, leading her down the hall to the bar area.
The lights are turned up, and only a handful of patrons remain. In the corner, a waitress wipes down tables, and another guy follows behind, turning up chairs.
I lead Kara to the door and hold it for her. She slips out, and I follow. We stop on the street, turning to face each other, and we share a laugh.
“Oh, my God. That was close,” she says.
“Yeah.” My eyes move over her happy face. She’s still flushed with arousal or the excitement of almost getting caught. I reach up and tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Gives it an extra thrill, doesn’t it—almost getting caught?”
She giggles. “If she’d have found us I’d never be able to show my face in there again.”
“Where are you parked?” I ask, playing stupid and glancing around.
“I walked,” she admits.
“Let me walk you home.”
“That’s not necessary.”
“No way I’m letting you walk alone at this hour. It’s not safe.”
She glances down the street. “Okay.”
We talk the whole way, and I find out her favorite color is purple, she loves peanut butter—especially with chocolate—and she hated Daytona when she went there for Spring Break.
The walk is way too short. There’s so much more I want to know about her.
“This is me,” she says stopping in front of the building I already know is hers. I glance down the street. I shouldn’t be here. I fucking know that, and all I can think about is going inside with her. But the last thing I need to do is leave my fingerprints or DNA in her apartment.
“Did you want to come inside?” she asks, her voice soft and vulnerable and dangling the very thing I long for in front of me.
There’s a little frown line between her brows, and I long to kiss it away. Last thing I want is for her to regret what we just did or think I just used her. I’m a dick, because by anyone’s judgment that’s exactly what I just did. But that’s not how I see it. My brain must be on vacation, because my thinking where she’s concerned is all out of whack. Logic went out the window days ago.
I wanted an answer to a question that’s been bugging me, apparently for a lot longer than just these last few days. Kara coming into my life just set it all off. Well, tonight I got my answer. It was no patch on my back that drew her to me, no thrill of fucking an MC member. Nope. Just me, just a guy in a bar who smiled at her, flirted with her, and seduced her with no illusions between us.
Except it’s all a lie. I’m not the man she thinks I am. I’m not some nice guy who walks her home, who’s going to call her, take her out, and date her. I’m the man who’s going to kidnap her, break her trust, and become her worst nightmare.
When I stare into her innocent face and trusting eyes, I feel like putting a bullet in my brain. I’m worse than the Devil who’s emblazoned on my patch.
I cup her face and tilt it up to mine, stepping close. Her hands land gently on my waist, and I press my lips to those little worry wrinkles, kissing them away. Then I drop my mouth to hers, just a brush of my lips. I want more, but if I do that, I’ll never leave.
“You need to get some sleep,” I say. “Can I get your number, Kara? Can I call you?” I ask the question I know she’s hoping for, and having her number may be useful.
She nods and pulls back. I dig a burner phone out of my back pocket and punch in the number she gives me. I hit call, and her phone rings in her pocket.
“Now you’ve got mine,” I say, taking her hand and giving it a squeeze.
She smiles big.
“Text me goodnight when you get in bed, babe.”
“Okay.” She steps back, and our hands hold until the last second, then drop away.
I stand watching her until she’s safely inside and out of sight. Then I jog across the street to the car and get the hell out of there.
I’m not two blocks when a cell phone goes off. My heart soars, thinking it’s her, until I realize its not the burner phone, its my real one, the one I’d left in the cup holder. I pull it out and glance down.
Rusty.
I put it to my ear. “Yeah?”
“Just got back. Where are you?”
Fuck, I mouth silently and think fast. “Just ran out for a burger. I’m in the drive-thru line. Want one?”
“Yeah. Get me two. I’m starved.”
I disconnect and make a U-turn down McFarland Blvd, heading back to get food.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Reno—
I pull away from the drive-thru window with two bags of food and feel the burner phone vibrate in my pocket. Spinning the wheel, I pull into a parking spot and check it.
It’s Kara.
I’m in bed. All tucked in. What are you doing?
I quickly type out a response.
Imagining what you’re wearing.
It only takes a second for her reply to come through.
Want to know?
Fuck, yeah, I want to know.
Show me.
A minute goes by, and I’m wondering if I’ve scared her. Finally, my phone goes off, and she’s sent a picture. She’s in a white wife beater tank. Her nipples show through, and my mouth is watering.
Show me more, babe.
I wait, wondering if I’ll get a picture, one I know will be well-used later tonight for a little self-gratification. I’ve got her body burned in my memory, every detail of tonight, every soft moan and writhe of her slender shape as she took my dick so well. The vision of it slipping in and out of her, coated with her release dances before my eyes. Yeah, I’ve got it all filed away. But it sure would be nice to have a picture of those pretty tits, one I can pull out and look at after Rusty’s asleep.
A few minutes go by, and I wonder if she’s changed her mind, and then my phone vibrates. The picture is everything I hoped it’d be—flirty and sexy as hell. She’s pulled the straps of the tank down her arms, a
nd her breasts are popped free of the neckline. Goddamn, even in the photo I can tell how soft her skin is. Her gorgeous breasts are firm, and those nipples are erect and begging for attention. My dick responds, swelling and ready for action. I adjust myself in my suddenly too tight jeans.
I know I need to get back to the motel, and I’ve got to make sure she doesn’t text while I’m around Rusty, even though I’d like nothing more than to lie awake all night, talking to her.
Gorgeous.
Prettiest tits I’ve ever seen, baby doll.
Go to sleep and dream of me. I’ll call you tomorrow.
Okay. Goodnight.
Night, babe.
I tuck the phone away and head to the motel. Pulling into the lot, I park and gather the bags of food and drinks. I head to the room with my hands full, so I tap the door with my boot.
Rusty opens it a second later. “What took so long?”
“There was a line. Apparently college kids get the munchies at midnight.” I hold out my hand, and he grabs one of the drink cups and a bag of food.
We sit on opposite beds and dig in. He’s got the history channel on.
“What are you watching?”
“Documentary on WWII. It just started.”
“Spoiler alert: We win.”
“Ha ha. You’re a riot.”
“So, what was the problem back in the good old ATL?”
Rusty shoves three fries in his mouth and talks around them. “Growler’s sentencing is Wednesday. Rat wanted us to grab the girl now.”
I cock a brow, my burger poised halfway to my mouth. “That’s fucked. Why keep her for the extra days?”
Rusty takes a quarter of his burger in one bite. He nods, chewing. “I know. Longer we have her, more risk there is the judge calls in every law enforcement agency available.”
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