by Eliza Gayle
He imagined kissing a trail along the neck to the curve of her shoulder before traveling down her torso to the lush curve of breasts that already made his mouth water. With all her heat he'd bet she would have a spicy flavor. Like chocolate with a cayenne pepper kick blended in. One that would burn him alive and make him crave more. His cock twitched in his leathers with a fierce longing to sample her wet heat. He hadn't even touched her and already he was burning up. He dug deep for a shred of control. This wasn't the time or place for thoughts like these.
He had a mission to carry out, and taking time away from that for sex, even if he would lay odds it would be one of the best experiences of his life, seemed wrong. Not that he wasn’t about breaking every rule he could given half a chance. No, he had to do the right thing, which right now meant getting to Boston and procuring some new wheels. He grimaced. He was sure Grae would give him hell over losing his bike. Even more so if he knew it was because of a woman. He had a knack for finding the trouble in women.
Although at this point, his twin didn't have much room to talk about things happening because of a woman. He'd gone and fallen in love with the woman their uncle had hired to hurt them. Granted, she didn't know why she'd been hired, but still… He shook his head, not wanting to think about Grae and Rena right now. Their theories of balance still sounded too good to be true and even more impossible for him. He knew without a doubt that he’d already gone too far, used too much magick. He might not be able to save himself from a certain to be short life, but he could help with the asshole they were forced to claim as uncle. The bastard had tortured him and his three brothers every chance he got and even now seemed hell bent on destroying them one way or another.
As he watched Selene's leg slide across the set he marveled how her body curved and molded perfectly to the seat. She looked briefly at him, long enough for that shock of heat to flare between them. This time she didn't push it at him, instead it wove them together. She broke the eye contact quickly, but the damage had been done or more like the heat had flared.
She slid forward on the seat, making a little more room for him on the bike. She turned the key and flicked the switch, the engine roaring to life beneath her. It was a powerful bike, one not many women rode, but it suited her perfectly. Strong, sassy, with attitude to spare. Nothing like getting a nut over a Busa babe. She looked like trouble and he had enough of that on his own.
What the hell am I getting myself into?
Kicking his own leg across the bike, he slid into place behind her, his semi hard cock nestling between the cheeks of her ass. He groaned inwardly, knowing this ride would kill him. That little bit of contact between them through clothes and all stirred something deep within him. His magick moved.
Well, hell, that was new.
His body tightened when she turned to give him one last glance before putting on her helmet. That knowing look in her eyes made him want to pull her whole body back against his, skin to skin, to explore, to tempt and taste her…
“You ready to go or do you need some time to take care of something?” Her breathless voice stilled his thoughts. Her attempt at sarcasm fell flat, betrayed by her lust filled eyes and obvious struggle for even breathing. It was nice to know she was as affected as he was. His mouth twitched in amusement, making it damn difficult to keep a straight face.
“Ready when you are, babe.” Oh yeah, he was ready all right. Ready to bend her over the motorcycle right there and now and bury himself in her wet, tight heat. Fuck them both senseless until whatever trouble his magick sensed was brewing blew over. He reached down to shift the position of his cock, as the pain from his zipper digging into his now fully engorged shaft was killing him.
He donned his helmet and wrapped one of his arms around her waist, forcing them tight together. There would be no denying his arousal. No problem, he mused, let's see how she handles this.
“Let's go, Selene. Show me what you've got.”
Her beast of a bike roared underneath them as she shot toward the open highway, spewing gravel behind her. Under his hand her body heated. Not hot, but a subtle sensation like a warm shower on a cold night. Like him, it felt good to ride. Free and easy on the open road, and obviously her fire starting abilities were linked with her emotions. It seemed any surge in feeling such as anger, lust or the myriad of other possibilities heated her. So far anger had been destructive and happiness was comforting. He imagined her in lust, her pleasure. Would her body heat up when he fucked her? Would she warm his pistoning cock as he brought her to climax over and over again?
He sighed. This was going to be a long ride.
Selene looked at the sign announcing the miles to Boston and calculated if she pushed her bike hard she could have them in the city before midnight. Night had fallen a few hours ago and the constant press of his body against hers had her itchy and restless. She didn't even need to look at his face to know he probably needed a break as well. The tension in his hard body against her had been vibrating around them both for hours.
Spying an advertisement for gas at the next exit, she made a decision to stop and take a break. She just needed a little breathing room, not to mention gas for her bike. Maybe some food would help them both. Or some ice cold water to cool them down. She shook her head, laughing at herself. She sounded like a desperate woman about to die if she didn't get a break from this man.
Since when did she let men get to her like that? Thanks to her battery-operated friend she didn't even need one very often. After the last betrayal from the one man she had trusted, she'd not let another one get even close. That was one mistake she still ran from every day. He would never be satisfied until he caught her. It seemed every time he caught up with her lately, it was sooner than the last. The most recent incident she'd barely managed to get out in time. Innocents had been injured. The memory rode her every time she tried to sleep.
“Hey, Selene. What's wrong?” His urgent question startled her from her thoughts as she realized she hadn't been paying attention to her emotions. Her arms had grown brighter and she was getting pretty hot. “Whatever you’re doing stop it. You're burning me.”
Not wanting to wait any longer, she pulled the bike off the road onto the dirt and grass just behind a tree. A good a spot as any to rest, right next to the highway but out of sight of passersby.
Before she came to a stop Cash bounced off the bike, ripping off his helmet. “Damn, woman, what the hell are you doing?” He ripped open his shirt to reveal reddened skin on his lower abdomen. Right where he'd been pressed up against her on the bike.
“Jesus, I'm sorry. I didn't realize…”
“You didn't feel the heat burning the hell out of me? Are you kidding? Look at me.”
She looked at him all right. Smooth, muscular chest with just a fine sprinkling of dark hair that narrowed into a trail that disappeared below the waistband of his pants. She licked her lips at the thought of the flesh hidden there. Most of the ride she had felt the hard imprint of his cock pressing between the cheeks of her ass, driving her mad. It had taken every ounce of willpower not to wiggle back against him.
It had been a while since she’d been with a man, and even longer since it had been good. Maybe that's why a prime specimen such as him had her on an erotic edge, fighting the fall.
“Can't you control your power? And why are you looking at me like that? Don't do that.” He took several steps closer as he spoke. The sharp sounds of sticks and leaves crunched under his boots. “You keep looking at me like that and I will take what I want.”
Her mouth went dry as he moved toward her almost in a surreal slow motion. The air between them alternately heated and cooled. Heat from her and a cool breeze from him? How was that possible?
Despite the cool air her flesh heated further, her body tight in her own skin. She needed to run away as much as she craved his touch. She shouldn't be thinking about him this way.
What the hell is wrong with me?
He'd seen her loss of control earlier and
he seemed rather nonchalant about it. Like he knew what to expect. Who was—no, what was he? There was something different about him from the other men who'd come after her. Selene found it impossible to hold onto those thoughts with his tall, half-naked self moving closer and closer. Her hardened nipples brushed against her clothes, rubbing the sensitive skin. Her body throbbed and ached for his touch. In the light of her warmth his amber eyes glowed with a lust to match her own, her last thought before he crushed her to him, taking her mouth with a powerfully demanding kiss. Lips, teeth, and tongue all worked in frantic movements, searching for more.
His hand wrapped around the back of her neck to cup her head, crushing her lips harder against his own. Her own hands did some roaming of their own. Specifically all over his warm, bare chest, savoring the tight muscles flexing as he moved against her. She couldn't help herself, she didn't want it to stop. Parting her mouth slightly, she allowed him the entrance he sought, his tongue smoothing over her lips. When his tongue touched the tip of hers, his taste and essence exploded within her. Not just her mouth, but her whole body. His flavor, a unique wild musk, tasted of wild nights, a cool night breeze, and heat. Oh hell, lots and lots of heat.
Desperate for more, and willing to get it any way that she could, she jumped up into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. His free hand caught her ass, pulling her tighter against him. Flesh—she wanted more flesh. She pushed at his shirt and jacket, baring his lean shoulders to her touch. Pressing her lips against his shoulder, she rained a trail of kisses up his neck, alternating with gentle bites. Damn, she wanted to sink her teeth in him as he buried his thick, hard cock in her wanting pussy.
She wrenched her mouth away from his. “What the hell are we doing?” Her breath came in short, shallow pants.
“Don't ruin the moment by trying to analyze it, Selene.” He gripped her bottom lip gently between his teeth, nibbling and stroking with his tongue. Releasing his hand on her ass, he stroked up her torso, close to her leather encased breasts. “You have on entirely too much clothes, you know that.”
She laughed. “I couldn't agree more.” She released her tight hold on his shoulders and reached for the zipper of her jacket. With slow, precise movements, she ticked it down one inch at a time, watching his eyes. She wanted to rush. Just rip the clothes from her body and offer herself up to him like a damned sacrifice. Really, what had gotten into her? With the jacket undone, she let the edges fall loose. The thin tank top she wore underneath did little to hide her protruding nipples as they poked against the fabric, yearning for his touch.
His head dipped forward, grasping one of the cloth covered tips between his teeth. Gently. Sensually. He played with her, driving her crazy for more. When she bucked her hips against his waist a soft chuckle sounded in his throat.
“Mmm. So hot. If I dip my hand to your sweet pussy will I find more heat? Will you scorch me with your need, baby? Mmm. I can’t wait to explore on my own. Find out if you’re as wet and ready for this as I am.” Her juice did flow at his words, threatening to spill onto her thighs. Her body quivered with uncontrollable desire as her hips bucked against him again.
His hold on her ass loosened, allowing her body to slide down a little, settling around his hips. When his steel hard cock rubbed against her clit she nearly exploded on the spot. She gasped, unable to control the pleasurable sensation he had created. His mouth closed over her nipple and sucked it deep inside his mouth, shirt and all. The heat and moisture of his mouth coupled with the friction of his cock on her clit was too much. Her orgasm began to build, pushing her past the point of stopping.
“Please—please,” she breathed.
“Damn, Selene, I can feel your heat even through the clothes, it's driving me fucking crazy. I want you with a need I can barely keep under control. Your ability calls to me. Draws me in. Can you feel it?”
Her lust addled brain tried to take in the meaning of his words. Her ability? The fire? What the hell was he talking about?
“What? I don't understand,” she murmured. She tried to focus on anything except the pleasure about to burst in her body but it was impossible.
He thrust his hips with a quick sharp jab against her, putting more pressure against her sensitive nub. When her loud moan echoed through the night air, his own groan followed. With little thought to his surroundings or potential danger, he focused on her pleasure. More than anything he wanted to watch her burst apart in orgasm at his doing. Give her more pleasure than she had ever endured. Over and over. The pressure of his building magick increased in his chest, forcing him to release a small amount of it.
The wind around them whipped into a frenzy, blowing his hair and hers, caressing their bodies as he continued to move against her.
“Come on, baby. Come for me. Allow me that pleasure. The pleasure of watching you.” She threw her head back and thrashed against him while his own breath came out in hard forced breaths. Hell, much more of this and he would be coming right here in his jeans himself, something he hadn't done since he was a young teen just coming into his powers.
Releasing her head, he moved both hands to her ass, pulling her a fraction tighter against him. Damn, but his cock head nestled perfectly against her. What would she feel like completely surrounding him? Would he even survive that pleasure? He wasn't so sure. He needed to get her naked and find out. His gut told him this was a huge mistake, but they'd gone too far and neither of them could stop now.
“Fuck it,” he murmured, before burying his head between her breasts, nuzzling and nibbling every inch he could reach. Her movements against him were wild and hard, rocking them both in the wind.
“Cash,” she whispered harshly.
His tongue touched the bare skin of her neckline, tasting and stroking her hot, flaming flesh. “Does this feel good, Selene?” He continued up her curve of her neck to just below her jaw where he paused to nibble her soft spots. “Is this what you want?”
“Uh-huh,” she nodded her head.
“Then come for me. Come right now.”
His lips hovered at her ear, encouraging her before moving back to her neck. When he bit her neck again, she jolted with the first wave of sensation flowing through her and bursting through her clit. Her fingers dug into his back as she clung to him while the pleasure intensified as he continued to rub against her. She was unable to scream, or think as her climax burst through her with waves of heat, and bright points of light exploding around her.
His movements slowed but did not stop as she rode the last of her orgasm. With every clench of her spasming inner muscles, she longed to have him inside her so she could milk him to his own climax. She ached to see the look that crossed his face when he came. With his breathing as ragged as hers she wished they were somewhere naked and safe. The intense throbbing of his cock against her was an unmistakable sign of his need for her as well.
Her body grew soft against him with satisfaction as the air whipping around them died down to a soft, gentle breeze, cooling her heated skin. She laid a gentle kiss along his jaw, contemplating what had just happened and the deep satisfaction settling into her chest as she lay against him.
Moments later he eased his grip on her body and gently slid her to the ground. “That was a mistake, Selene. I shouldn't have done that. You don't want to get involved with someone like me, it's too dangerous.”
She looked up at him in surprise. Him, dangerous? What the hell did he think she was? She turned away from him, afraid to let him see any weakness in her. What had happened was no big deal. They hadn't even taken off their clothes. Certainly nothing to get all maudlin about. Yet, as she stood there, still trembling from his touch, she ached for more from him. She zipped up her jacket, taking in deep breaths to calm her heartbeat and cool her body. In an uncharacteristic moment of weakness, she’d had a fleeting thought of him different from the rest.
She turned to tell him. Let him know he couldn't back off that easy.
He was gone.
Chapter Two
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Cash walked farther and farther away from Selene. Every step he took hurt, and he couldn't figure out why. With her ability she would be just fine without him. After all, she was the one with a ride, not him. When she'd come just from rubbing his cock like that he'd wanted nothing more than to rip her pants off and plunge into her body. Pumping her hard and fast until she begged for more, or mercy. The force of how much he wanted that shocked him.
His dick twitched in his pants at the thought, which was amazing considering how tight the front of his leathers were right now. Hell, he didn't think he'd ever gotten this hard in his life. His hand ran down the shaft, rubbing it through the leather, imagining her bent over on all fours and begging him to fuck her. To take her for his pleasure.
He laughed. He doubted the little firestarter was up for his brand of dominance. He suspected she would fight him for control every step of the way. It was best to walk away before things got out of hand. Her fire called to his air, creating a storm between them. When her body had heated to the point of burning…she came and his cooling air had kept her flames at bay. This time. But what happened when they actually got naked? What would his magick do when he got inside her? When her fiery heat sucked at his dick?
He shook his head. No, he had to stop thinking of her like that. His brothers would laugh at him right now. Tell him how he'd gone soft on a woman. No way. Not him. He liked a variety of willing women. Always had. He just needed to get this one out of his system. But deep down he suspected that was easier said than done. Not that any of it made an ounce of sense. He couldn't stop thinking about her lips on his, or the way her eyes had softened as her sexual heat built.
He couldn't even work up a good mad for her blowing up his classic Harley. He'd really enjoyed riding on the back of her bike. Her riding skills impressed him, despite the near death accident he'd saved her from.