by A. J. Downey
I genuinely smiled. Out of all of the Old Ladies of the Indigo Knights, I do believe I liked Lys the most. She was low-key, like me, and we had so much in common when it came to our love of green and growing things.
I went around and hugged her, and Golden, too. They let themselves out, and Driller swung on his jacket and cut.
“You aren’t staying?” I asked, and he smiled and came to me, kissing me gently before shaking his head.
“There’ll be plenty of nights, Bright Eyes. There’s only one first. It should be reserved for you two.”
“I both love you and hurt for you that you think that way,” I whispered and he grinned and winked.
“No bad days,” he said and tweaked my nose. “Seriously. There’s this blonde chick I’ve been meaning to bang, and I’m going to check and see if she’s hanging at the 10-13.”
I rolled my eyes. I never let on that it bothered me when he talked of other conquests. I knew they didn’t mean anything, but out of sight out of mind, you know? Besides, it wasn’t his issue, it was mine and I needed to deal with it myself, decide why it was I felt the way I did about it. Then, if it was something to talk about, then I would talk, but not until I understood why, myself.
“Okay,” I said, and Narcos came around the kitchen island and clasped hands with Driller, pulling him in for a tight hug.
“See you tomorrow, man.”
“Yeah, yeah! You two christen the new place. Do me proud, 'k?”
“You got it,” Narcos said, laughing.
I smiled and hugged Driller one last time and murmured, “Please, ride safe.”
“Anything for you, baby.”
He went out and suddenly, it was just me and Narcos. I felt my shoulders drop and my mask slip and he was suddenly there, holding me tight.
“You look so tired, babe,” he said with a sigh.
“I am, but it’s the good kind of tired.”
“Yeah?”
“Very much so.”
“Too tired to...”
I looked up at him with a slight smile and said softly, “Take me to bed and find out.”
His answering grin made my heart swell and his mouth slowly descended to mine. I wrapped my arms around him and he bent, just enough, his hands sliding down my body. I gave a little leap and wrapped my legs around him, his hands going to the outsides of my thighs, hitching me up higher, his cock swelling beneath his jeans and pressing against me.
He marched us through the house, to the bedroom we’d set up his queen-sized bed in and he set me on the edge. I immediately worked his belt tongue loose with trembling fingers, my desire making me jittery, my mouth watering at the mere thought of having him in it.
I freed him from his clothing and stroked him twice with my hand before taking him into my mouth and almost all the way to the back of my throat in one stroke. He let out an explosion of breath, his head going back, his hands going to his hips as he fought to hold still and I smiled around his dick in my mouth.
I loved bringing reactions like that out of him, I loved when he stood and shook and shuddered, fighting himself to hold still while I worked him across my tongue.
I made love to him with my mouth while he pulled his shirt off over his head and toed off his boots. I helped with his pants, getting them down far enough for him to take over by stepping on them. It was a strange sort of feeling, this strong and beautiful man, allowing himself to be stripped and vulnerable while I was still clothed.
He watched me work him, his breaths coming in the deep and even cadence of a man being satisfied completely, an erotic sensuality to the sound. He gathered my hair, while I worked my skirt up my legs, spreading my knees apart so he could step between them, step closer, so I could take him deeper into my mouth.
He lifted my blouse and I pulled him free from my mouth, sucking him off, just long enough for him to pull the blouse over my head and discard it.
I grew wet, my inner thighs growing slick with my need. I’d skipped panties today, and I was glad I did. It was one less obstacle to getting my needs met as our passion slowly heated, creeping towards critical mass. His fingers worked the hooks at the back of my bra, the tips skimming up my back, along my shoulders, sweeping my bra straps down my arms, the garment ending up in my lap before tumbling to the floor at my bare feet.
“Fuck, babe, you suck me so good,” he whispered, and I felt myself smile in pleasure. I liked that I pleased him. The fact that I pleased him so well left me all aglow with accomplishment, a tingling sensation starting in my breast, flitting out along my nerves, concentrating at my nipples and deep within my sex.
He swept his fingertips in a ghost-like touch over my skin, over my back, along my arms, to my hands at his hips, back again, tracing my collarbones before he buried them lavishly in my hair, holding it back so he could watch me. I rolled my eyes up to meet his and he closed them, nearly undone.
He pulled on my hair gently, and I drew back off of him as he whispered, “My turn.”
He stood me up and pushed my gypsy skirt off of my hips. He told me to get on the bed, to lie on my stomach, and I did, trusting him, knowing that whatever he had planned he was bound to make it feel good. He always did.
He kissed my shoulder, my back, over and over, each placement of his lips different from the rest, along my spine, one ass cheek, the other, the crease where my ass met the back of my thigh, lower; behind my knee… each touch of his lips warm, like silk, my body heat rising, my desire with it until I squirmed beneath him and practically begged for him to enter me, be inside me, join with me, and be one with me.
He put his hands to my lower ass, pried me apart and stabbed his tongue into my pussy, teasing my opening with light little flicks of his tongue until my moans trembled and took on a whining quality. I writhed underneath him, but he lay on my lower body, pinning me. My palms pressed flat to the coverlet, sliding along the crisp material as I fought to hold still and lost.
“Please,” I begged, “Please!” and he chuckled darkly, not done playing. He slid fingers into me, teasing and groping around inside my pussy, looking for that spot he knew drove me crazy. He found it and I cried out, my hips jerking, and when he was sure he had it, that the golden pulse and glow of orgasm was well on its way to building, he replaced his fingers with his cock and move inside of me, nice and slow.
I tried to writhe, but he held me down, a prisoner at the mercy of his beautiful torture as he worked me, bringing me into a sweet sort of agony, my pussy tensing, throbbing in time with my heartbeat, as I was so close but missing that final piece that would give me the release I needed.
He kept me there for what felt like hours but could have been minutes. Of course, it could have been hours, too. I lost all sense of time, all sense of space as my world narrowed down to the feel of my man at my back, pressing me into his bed, the feel of his fingers between mine, clutching my hands to the bedspread, his palms pressed into the backs of my hands.
“Come on, babe. You can do it,” he whispered, his breath hot in my ear, tickling my neck. “Come for me, babe, you can do it.”
I let out a thin, whining wail, as I was so maddeningly close and he thrust harder, deeper, stronger and a little bit faster. It was just enough, my clit exposed as he drew back, thrust against the bedding, and when he thrust forward? A delicious, beautiful friction, and my world exploded. The stars in the sky found their way behind my eyelids as if I hurtled through space and time.
He held me tight as my pussy pulsed around him and he cried out above me. I thrust my ass up to meet his wild thrust and he bottomed out, touching places so deep inside me I didn’t think they could be reached, sending me spiraling into another exquisite cacophony of cries.
I came back to the present, to myself, with the weight of my man on top of me, his lips playing across my back, across my shoulders, as he lazily kissed along my skin, both of us so drunk on our love we couldn’t move much more than what we already were.
I gasped for breath, his own sending a
warm wash of tingles across my back.
It was the first time for the both of us in our new house, but it would be far from our last. In each other, we’d taken root, we’d found home, and we were totally complete.
Also by A.J. Downey
The Sacred Hearts MC
1. Shattered & Scarred
2. Broken & Burned
3. Cracked & Crushed
3.5 Masked & Miserable (a novella)
4. Tattered & Torn
5. Fractured & Formidable
6. Damaged & Dangerous
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The Virtues
1. Cutter’s Hope
2. Marlin’s Faith
3. Charity for Nothing
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The Sacred Brotherhood
1. Brother to Brother
2. Her Brother’s Keeper
3. Brother In Arms
4. Between Brothers
5. A Brother’s Secret
6. A Brother At My Back
7. A Brother’s Salvation
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Indigo Knights
1. Her Thin Blue Lifeline
2. His Cold Blue Command
3. A Low Blue Flame
4. His Wild Blue Rose
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Paranormal Romance (with Ryan Kells)
1. I Am The Alpha
2. Omega’s Run
3. Hunter’s End
About the Author
A.J. Downey is the internationally bestselling author of The Sacred Hearts Motorcycle Club romance series. She is a born and raised Seattle, WA Native. She finds inspiration from her surroundings, through the people she meets, and likely as a byproduct of way too much caffeine.
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She has lived many places and done many things, though mostly through her own imagination…An avid reader all of her life, it’s now her turn to try and give back a little, entertaining as she has been entertained.
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