by Tess Oliver
Roxie
I’d been so excited about the ride and being alone with Jericho. When he touched me, I’d splintered into a million glorious pieces. It was that intense feeling of pleasure I’d been missing. But Trace’s phone call had been like an ice cold shower. It shocked me out of my state of bliss. The sound of his voice had been like a hammer on my skull telling me that my life was not my own to lead. I was part of a complicated puzzle, and I had no choice but to stick it out. I hardly said one word to Jericho as I climbed off the bike and went inside.
I walked into the great room and went to the refrigerator for some juice. A sound outside on the balcony startled me. I was rarely alone inside the massive house. I figured I’d be jumping at noises all night.
I walked over to shut the blinds on the French doors. A loud thump drew my attention outside. My heart pounded as I peered out onto the dark deck. Two large hands grabbed the balustrades running along the front of the balcony. I stumbled back and reached for my phone as a giant figure hurled itself over the railing, landing with a solid boom on the deck.
It was Jericho.
My throat had gone dry from the earlier fear, and I swallowed to relieve it. Jericho’s blue eyes were dark. He held his arms out to his sides. He’d taken off his cut, and his white t-shirt stretched over his muscles as his chest heaved with deep breaths. I stared at him, urging myself to walk away. He had no fear of Trace. But I wished he had. I knew what Trace was capable of, especially when he thought things weren’t going his way.
Jericho moved closer to the door. How was it possible for a man to look that dangerous and that tempting all at once?
“I’ll just break the fucking door down, Roxie.”
One night. Fate had taken Trace out of town, half a continent away, and I had one night, out from under his control. I was done making decisions based on everyone else’s happiness. One night of being in Jericho’s arms. I wanted him. I wanted a little slice of happiness, even if only for one night.
I stepped forward. My hands shook. It was fear, but it was good fear, the kind that makes you tremble with anticipation. I unlatched the door. Jericho yanked it open and stepped inside.
In one fluid motion he had me in his arms. My arms and legs went around him as he lifted me off the ground.
“Where?” he asked.
“The guest bedroom.” I pointed up the stairs.
He kissed me as he carried me up the steps.
“On the left,” I muttered through a kiss.
He pushed the door open with his foot. It was a room that rarely got used. I only knew the last place I wanted to be was inside the mood killing master bedroom. I’d let myself get lost in the joy of being with Jericho for this one night. Then I’d push the idea of having him down below all those other dreams I kept squashed as hopeless.
He set me down and went right to taking off my clothes. This time he had no patience for the buttons on my shirt. Two of them fell off in his fingers. “Fuck it.” He grasped the material and yanked the sides of the shirt apart. Buttons sprang off the wall. I reached for his pants.
He shook his head. “You first. I want to see you naked.” He reached for my jeans. “Fuck, do I want to see you naked.”
“Wait, my shoes.” I held onto his arm as I worked off my shoes. I nearly pitched sideways in the process. “Oh my gosh, this is so damn comical. It’s as if it’s my first time.”
He pushed my pants to my knees, and my panties came with them. Still using him for support, I stepped out of my jeans.
“Feels like my first fucking time too,” he said dryly.
I smiled. “O.K. now that just sounds silly coming out of your mouth.”
“Yeah? I swear just looking at you is about to make me come.” He reached forward and took hold of my hands. He held them out to my sides and gazed openly at my naked body. “There isn’t an inch of you that isn’t fucking spectacular.”
I nearly cried again. I hadn’t felt loved, or admired or appreciated in a long time.
He released my hands. “Turn around, baby. I want to see that magnificent ass that’s been keeping me up at night.”
Being naked while he was still completely dressed made me feel deliciously wanton. I turned around and stuck a hand on my naked bottom as I jutted it out. I looked back at him over my shoulder. “Are you talking about this magnificent ass?”
“That’s the one. And it’s even better than I imagined. And trust me, that’s saying a lot.”
I turned around. “You know, after the little activity at Emerald Bay, I’m not completely sure I can come again. I’ve never come more than once in a night.”
His extreme confidence always showed when he smiled. “Well, then we need to do something about that pathetic record. Consider that earlier activity just a warm up.”
“A really nice warm up.” I pointed to his body. “I’ve stripped for you. Let’s see if you’re all I imagined.”
His grin went from confident to cocky. “You’ve been imagining shit about me?”
Impatient, I stepped forward and pushed his shirt up, exposing the hard ridges of his abdomen. “Me and probably every other damn member of the female race who’s had the good fortune to cross paths with the breathtaking president of the Bedlam MC.”
“When you put it like that.” He reached back and pulled off his shirt. A breath caught in my chest, and it took me a second to dislodge it. I pushed out a long sigh, like the kind you make after drinking ice cold water on a hot day. Even though his tight shirt had left nothing to the imagination, he was still like a damn sculpture.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom and tossed it onto the nightstand.
The apprehension from earlier gripped me again. I had to remind myself that this couldn’t be any more than tonight. It was too dangerous for him. “Just this one time, Jericho,” I said and couldn’t believe I was saying it. He was pure masculine sex standing in front of me, and I wanted him so badly I was nearly shaking from it. “Just one time, then you need to go.”
He didn’t respond. He watched me from beneath long, black lashes as he opened his fly and pushed his jeans to the floor. My gaze drifted down to his massive erection.
I bit my lip and took a deep breath. “O.K. Maybe twice. The night’s still young, after all.”
“God, you’re fucking adorable.” He reached for me.
A sound that was somewhere between complete terror and complete desire squeaked from my throat. He lowered me onto the bed and stretched out next to me, propping himself up on his elbow. His long, thick cock poked at my thigh as he stared down at my naked body. “I’m like a kid in a fucking candy shop. I don’t know where to start.” He leaned down over me and suckled my nipple. It puckered with the feel of his mouth. “This seems like a good place.”
His mouth devoured my breasts as his hand slid down to my pussy. My legs dropped open at his gentle prodding. He lifted his mouth from me and scooted down between my legs. He lifted my feet and put them down on the mattress so that my knees were up. He stared intently at my pussy as he reached forward and spread the folds wide. I was completely exposed and loving every second of it. It was that need to have him look at me, that same urge that had overcome me out on the balcony when I’d taken off my top for him, and only him. There was something so erotic, so sensual about him, and it wasn’t just his looks. Something about Jericho just made me want to strip naked and fall into his arms.
Jericho leaned down. I arched up and sucked in a breath as his tongue stroked my clit. He was skilled. He knew just the right amount of pressure. I instinctively moved with his mouth. His hand slid under my ass, and he pushed me higher to meet his mouth. His tongue traced through the moisture pooling between the folds of my pussy. The fingers of his free hand pushed inside of me. I groaned with the sweet ache of it.
I reached down to his head and wrapped my fingers in his thick black hair, holding him tightly against me as he made love to me with his mouth. His tongue flicked over my clit while his f
ingers dove into me deeper. The feeling came again, that sublime feeling of reaching the edge that would eventually leave my entire body writhing in ecstasy.
“Jericho, yes, please don’t stop,” I pleaded. He continued his perfect mastery of my pussy as my fingers tangled deeper in his hair. I braced my feet against the bed and pushed my hips higher to meet his hungry mouth. The rough stubble of his chin chafed enticingly against my pussy as his tongue stroked me, coaxing me to a shuddering orgasm. My pussy pulsed in spasms around his hand and mouth. “God, yes!”
I collapsed into a trembling puddle of bliss as he pulled away his hand and mouth. I should have been physically spent, but the second he rose up on his knees to reach for the condom, I found myself begging for more.
I wrapped my fingers around his thick cock. It felt slick and hot in my hand. “Hurry, I want you inside of me. Please. Now. You have to fuck me now.”
His chest glistened with sweat as it lifted and fell. With patience that I was definitely not mirroring, he rolled on the condom. Then he leaned down over me. I held my breath, sure that he would crush me. He kept himself steady on his hands, but the look in his dark blue eyes told me he was having to work hard to keep control.
He reached his hand up and stroked the side of my face. “I will take you from him,” he growled as the tip of his cock pressed between the still wet folds of my pussy. “Just know that, baby. I will take you from him.” I blinked back tears, and my throat tightened at his words. How badly I wanted those words to be true. But I knew it was impossible.
He leaned his face down and watched as his long, thick cock pushed slowly inside of me. “Fuck, your pussy feels good. So damn tight and slick and sweet.”
I lifted my thighs up around him to take him in deeper. My pussy ached from all the attention it had gotten, and every thrust made it clench around him.
He leaned back down over me. He held my face with his hand, watching me as he rocked against me, reaching intimate pleasure spots deep inside that I never knew I had. Or maybe they were there only for him. I wanted him so badly, my body seemed to be reacting in an entirely different way, open and ready and willing for anything he had to give. As if I existed solely for his mouth and hands and cock.
“I want you to come again, baby. Come while I’m inside you.”
I smiled weakly as he impaled me, slowly, luxuriously. “Don’t know if that’s possible.”
“Oh, it’s possible.” He reached down between our bodies with his free hand and found my clit wedged tightly against his body. His thumb stroked it, bringing me back toward the edge of an orgasm. I put my feet on the mattress and lifted my ass to brace myself against his tender massage of my clit coupled with the hard thrusts of his cock. He was patient and thorough, and his fingers deftly brought me to climax.
I clutched the quilt in my fingers. “God, Jericho! I’m fucking yours now!”
His movements quickened. His fingers dug into my hips as he held me steady. His powerful body slammed against me. The bed rocked and squeaked. “Fuck, yeah,” he groaned. His eyes closed and his head dropped back as he came. The muscles in his powerful arms quivered as he lowered himself slowly down to kiss me.
I curled my hand around the back of his head. He kissed my mouth and chin and neck before collapsing onto the bed next to me. He pulled me into his arms. Even after what we’d just done, his scent and the slick sheen of sweat on his muscles made my pussy tingle with moisture again.
I sighed into the dark room. “I want to wake up in that movie where the guy has to relive the same day over and over again. I just want this day to keep on happening until I die.” I tucked myself against him.
“I’m going to arrange that, Roxie. And we won’t even need a movie set.”
chapter 17
Jericho
Roxie had barely stirred in her sleep, but my cock hardened instantly. I pulled her back against me. The faint pink light squeezing through the wooden shutters on the window meant dawn was just breaking. She protested for a second, but as my hand reached around and my fingers found her taut nipples, her sleepy groan morphed into an appreciative moan.
“You woke me twice, and I only woke you once,” I muttered against her. “Trying to even the score.”
She reached back and took hold of my cock. “You climbed my balcony and threatened to break down my door.” Her thumb swirled around the slick moisture on the tip, and a low, gritty sound rolled up from my chest.
“Hmm, guess that puts me ahead.” I reached past her and grabbed the last condom. We’d gone through my supply in one night. “When we’re a permanent thing, I’m done with these fucking shields. I want to feel all of you and not through a damn piece of latex.” I yanked her ass toward me. I pushed her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck as I pushed inside of her. She sighed tenderly as I filled her. I dropped my hand down over her flat belly to the small strip of crisp hair and slid it into the wetness.
She tightened her thighs around my hand and rubbed against it as her ass pushed out to meet my thrusts. A squeak shot from her lips.
“Am I hurting you, baby?” I asked, but I couldn’t slow down. My cock couldn’t get enough of her. I couldn’t get enough of her.
“Just a little sore,” she said quietly. “But it’s a good pain. Please don’t stop.”
Her body moved in my arms in long, indulgent waves as I pushed inside of her with slow precision. “God, baby, every time I glide inside of you, I want to finish. I want to come. You are that fucking hot.” I moved my mouth to her ear. My tongue traced around her earlobe. An erotic shiver ran up her narrow back. “That’s it, baby, you clench that pussy tight around me. You come for me, darlin’.”
My dirty commands seemed to bring her closer. She held my hand snuggly between her legs as I thrust inside of her. Roxie’s long, white fingers squeezed the blanket as she braced herself against my relentless assault.
“Yes, Jericho, I’m there!” she screamed. The sound of it brought me even closer. Her frail body pulsed and writhed as she came around my cock.
I continued, hard and fast until I ached from it. I held her firmly against me. “Yeah, baby, fucking hell, Roxie. I can’t ever lose you.” I came deep and long inside of her.
Her body melted against mine. I could feel the beat of her heart beneath my palm as I wrapped my hand around her and pulled her closer to me.
We remained that way, tucked together as the sun lightened the room. I could have stayed like that, with my cock tucked inside of her, for the rest of my life. We were both tired from being awake most of the night. It seemed once we’d started, we couldn’t stop, falling asleep for only short spurts of time before devouring each other again.
“I think we passed your two times quota.” I squeezed her tighter.
She wriggled in my arms. I hadn’t pulled out of her yet. I hated leaving her body.
“I’m blaming you for that,” she said. Her phone alarm rang, startling both of us from our quiet, drowsy thoughts.
She reached for the phone to turn it off. “I’ve got to go to work. I promised Pepper I’d help stock the bar before this evening’s rush. And I have a bunch of paperwork.”
“First rule of morning sex etiquette. Never bring up something as boring as paperwork when your bedmate still has his cock inside of you.” I reached down and held the condom as I reluctantly pulled out. I got up and went to the bathroom.
Roxie was getting out of bed and pulling on her jeans as I walked out of the bathroom. “Second rule,” I said, “no getting dressed until all parties are in agreement, and I have a major objection to you covering that body with anything other than me.”
She laughed. “I believe all rules are null and void when the housekeeper is due to arrive in the next hour, and the objecting party has to get his beautiful ass out of here before she shows up.”
I stretched back out on the bed and picked up her phone.
She gazed down at me as she buttoned her pants. “Uh, you did hear mention of the housekeeper,
right?”
“I did, but I’ve seen her. She doesn’t look that tough. I think I can take her.” I started pressing numbers on the keypad.
She grabbed for the phone, but I held it out of reach. “Jericho, you can’t put your number in my phone. Trace is always checking it.”
I looked at her. “You’re fucking kidding?”
“Wish I were.”
“Well, that’s bullshit. I want to be able to call you. You must have some place that might call you, a hair salon or something.”
“I get my hair cut at a place called Tony’s Salon.”
“Perfect.” My big fingers plunked over the screen. Then with a satisfied smile, I handed her back the phone. “I’m now Tony’s Salon.”
“Sneaky and good in bed, nice combination.” Roxie got up and grabbed the rest of her clothes. “I’m going to my room to shower. Get dressed.”
“Hmm, very few women ask me to get dressed. It’s usually the opposite,” I called as she walked out of the room.
chapter 18
Roxie
I actually hated to shower and lose the scent of sex with Jericho off my skin. I could have stayed like that, surrounded by the intense memories, all darn day. My legs felt slightly sore as I stepped into the glass stall. The ache in my legs and pussy and the tenderness on my lips and breasts were the best kind of pain. Being with Jericho was everything that I’d missed in the last harsh, cold year with Trace. I felt alive and desired and free to be myself.
I stood under the showerhead and let the warm water coat my skin while I tucked all the memories away for safe keeping. I wouldn’t soon forget anything Jericho had said or done in the last six hours. Unfortunately, the shower brought me out of my lightheaded haze. The reality was, I could never be with Jericho because I was bound to Trace. And if anything happened to Jericho because of it, I would never forgive myself.
I scrubbed shampoo in my hair and then closed my eyes while the water rinsed away the suds. A rush of cold air came from behind me. I hadn’t even heard the shower door open. A hand went around my waist. I smiled at first, but as I reached for the fingers, I sucked in a shocked breath.