by J. C. Cliff
“Not sure I can wait, sugar,” he confesses, pulling me flush against him. He grinds his rock-hard erection between my legs, and I lose my train of thought.
He has me so wound up, my eyes flutter shut, and I forget we’re surrounded by thousands of people as I press myself into his hardness.
“I’ve never done this before,” I whisper. “I’ve never had a one-night stand.”
“Just tell me you want it,” he challenges, rotating his hips. “Tell me how fucking bad you want it, and I’ll make it so good for you.”
Swallowing hard, I find my voice.
“I want it. I want you, Blade. I’ve never been this turned on before in my life.”
My mouth goes dry watching once again as a wicked grin spreads across his face. That smile is lethal to a woman and a part of me wonders if I can handle him in the bedroom. I didn’t expect a choir boy to answer my ad, but I wasn’t anticipating a man who oozes sin either.
“Last chance, babe, because once my mouth takes yours, there’s no turning back. We’re going to ride this out until you’re underneath me and we’re going to ride long and hard. You think you can handle that, wildcat?”
His dirty promises undo the last bit of restraint I have about being with this man, and it becomes obvious that I don’t stand a chance against him. I’m breathless. Mindless. All I can feel is the throbbing need between my legs. Acting on pure adrenaline and the dire need to quell the desire building inside me, I nod, consenting to a long, hard ride.
“Need to hear it,” he growls.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Yes, what?” he asks, tracing my lips with the pad of his thumb.
“Yes, I want to be under you.”
“Fuck, yeah,” he hisses, closing the distance between us. His mouth comes crashing over mine. His tongue, sensual, wet, and soft runs along my parted lips and every part of my body vibrates with a carnal need for more. More of his mouth, more of his body, more of everything. Leaning into his kiss, I slip my tongue deep inside his mouth. I don’t have a chance to explore as he takes control and sets the pace. Kissing me with slow deliberation, he savors every bit of me. It drives me mad and I wrap my fingers around his leather jacket as I angle my head and demand more. “Fuck, woman,” he grunts between kisses.
His cock presses harder against me and something snaps inside of us at the same time. Wild and desperate, we ravage one another. My breasts push into his broad chest as I rub up against him, wishing I was on my back with my legs wrapped around his waist.
A growl escapes the back of his throat and disappears into my mouth as he slides his fingers into my hair and cradles the back of my head, deepening the kiss with a sense of urgency.
The sexual desire between us is electric and neither of us can seem to get enough of the other. Craving more, needing everything the other has to give, we spiral out of control. I don’t have enough strength to stop and neither does he. My grip loosens on his leather jacket, and I find myself running my hands under his t-shirt, wanting to feel the warmth of his skin against mine. My fingers graze over his rock-hard abdomen and I begin to picture every contour of his body, what it might look like naked.
I whimper, or is that a low groan? After another moment of tentative kissing, he finally pulls away, leaving us both panting and unsatisfied.
Staring into his lustful eyes, I revel in the tortured expression on his face, and wonder if my expression matches his. Then my eyes dart to his mouth and I take in his swollen lips.
I did that.
Me.
“We need to get back to our seats,” he grinds out. Remaining still, he lifts his hands and cradles my face, tenderly stroking my cheek with his calloused thumbs. Staring at each other, I watch something flash in his gaze and I know for certain there is an undeniable fire burning between us.
A fire I want to douse myself in.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I like to think of myself as a man who is in tune with women. I’ve always been able to spot a high-maintenance broad from a mile away, but I get the feeling Ree is different. Any man with a pair of working eyes can tell she’s a knockout but she’s not one of those bitches who is wrapped up in her looks.
It’s refreshing and a fucking turn on.
Most women—especially classy broads like her—would’ve complained about getting a little dirt on their designer duds. They might’ve given me lip over wearing a helmet or whined about it messing up their hair. Ree did none of those things. Instead, after I helped her remove her helmet, she shook out her long blonde hair and combed her fingers through the golden locks. The grin she wore was intoxicating, and I couldn’t help but think she was born to fucking ride.
For a man who loves the open road as much as he loves pussy, it was an odd thrill having a woman enjoy the wind in her face.
The gleam in her eyes speaks of someone who just found freedom, and it’s been fascinating to watch her slowly let go of her inhibitions. If I’m not careful, I might become addicted to her and God knows, I don’t need any more addictions.
Like I can’t fucking quit smoking, I fear I won’t be able to quit Ree once I get a fix either. If anything, I’d mix the two and satisfy both needs. I’d lay her out over the seat of my bike and take her from behind. After she came all over my cock, I’d smoke a fucking cigarette like a true addict.
She’d hand me a tin of mints and I’d shovel them in my mouth before I tongued her pussy.
Christ.
I’m fucked.
I’ve been fucked since the moment she asked me to fuck her.
Weaving our way through the thickness of the crowd, we head toward the parking lot. Needing to touch her, I take her hand and thread my fingers through hers. I’ve been so focused on my own shit lately, it’s been months since I’ve gotten laid. To say I’m eager to stick my dick in high-class pussy would be the understatement of the year.
Reaching my bike, I turn around, crossing one boot over the other and lean my weight against the leather seat. Suppressing the urge to light up a smoke, I cross my arms and peer back at her, watching as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. Her lips are still swollen from mine and there’s a flush to her porcelain skin.
Waiting for the heavy traffic to clear out of the concert parking lot before I get on the road, my eyes roam over every dip and curve on her sexy body. Her jeans hug and outline her figure perfectly, leaving little to the imagination.
Fucking her was supposed to be a job, the last fucking hurdle to jump over before earning my colors. Now, I could give a fuck less about proving anything to Chaos. It’s about me. It’s about this woman who seems to have me by the balls. It’s about making this night so fucking good and hanging onto the memory once it’s over.
Sure, I’m still going to need to present proof that I fucked her to the club but it’s the last thing on my mind. I want to claim every fucking inch of her and I don’t want to share that with my brothers. I don’t want them to have a piece of what’s mine—even if it’s only mine for one night.
And she most certainly is mine tonight.
She’s responded to every advance, making it crystal clear she wants me as much as I want her. My cock hardens even more just thinking about slipping between those thighs of hers. The only thing standing in my way is the fact that I haven’t decided where the fuck I’m going to take her. She left her car in front of the sports bar and I doubt she’s going to take a guy like me to her swanky condo or whatever it is she calls home. Taking her back to the clubhouse isn’t an option either.
I could spring for a motel but the thought of spreading her out in some hourly rated room doesn’t seem right.
My attention snaps back to Ree as she sings along to the music blaring from a vehicle close by. The woman can’t sing for shit but she sure as hell looks as if she’s enjoying herself and for some reason, I get off on her happiness.
For the first time in a long time, my mind is distracted from the darkness that inebriates me. It’s almost as if this wo
man has been able to temporarily ease the torment that’s been plaguing me since my sister’s death.
I watch as she pretends to beat on a set of air drums, trying her damnedest to keep the rhythm with the car’s music. As the car moves forward, the music fades away and the little show she’s putting on comes to an end. Frowning, she gives me a dramatic bow and I applaud her efforts.
“So, you wanna be a rock star, huh?” I tease.
“Oh hell, yes. In fact, in my next life I’m going to blow the likes of Janis Joplin away,” she teases, cocking her head to the side. “What about you? Wouldn’t you love to be a rock star?”
I shrug with indifference.
If there was such a thing as a next life, I sure as fuck wouldn’t come back as what I am—a fucking degenerate.
“You shrug as if you could take it or leave it, but I bet deep down there is a piece of you itching to play the drums,” she pauses, snapping her fingers. “Actually, I think you could totally rock a guitar.”
Shaking my head at her shenanigans, I laugh out loud. It’s a foreign feeling and it makes me realize just how miserable my life has been since Carrie’s death.
She cocks her head to the side, regarding me with a quirky smile. “You have a beautiful laugh.”
“Beautiful?” I ask, genuinely amused by her choice of words.
“Yeah, you’re right,” she says, waving me off, “you’re not the beautiful type. You’re more of a badass than anything.”
My lips twitch as I reach for her wrist and pull her against me.
“You think I’m a badass, huh?” Her other hand still covers her mouth and she shakes her head. Thanks to the overhead lights illuminating the dark parking lot, I can see the blush spreading up her neck and across cheeks.
“Oh, I might’ve lived a bit of a sheltered life but that much I know for certain,” she assures me with a confident smile. “You’re a total badass, Blade.” Slicing her eyes to my bike, she adds, “And so is that.”
The alcohol has loosened her some and I like this side of her as much as everything else about her. After buying her a refill without bothering to ask her if she wanted one, I got the vibe she was taken off guard by the simple gesture. She explained her ex would’ve cut her off after the first drink. For some reason that statement got under my skin. Throughout the night she dropped bits and pieces of her ex-husband and from what she shared the guy was a douchebag. Not only did the cocksucker keep her under lock and key, he did a real number on her self-esteem.
During the concert, I caught Ree looking over her shoulder several times. It was almost as if she was afraid of getting busted for something. Like enjoying herself was some sort of fucking crime. I didn’t like it.
Just like I don’t like the fact that we’re still standing in this fucking parking lot when we could be fucking each other senseless.
Sliding my hands around her waist, I pull her between my legs, forcing the lower part of her body to come in contact with my already hard cock. As soon as we touch all playfulness flees from her eyes and is replaced with a needy hunger.
The air around us crackles as Ree places her hands on my chest and my pulse spikes.
Peering up through her thick eyelashes, her eyes find mine and she licks her lips.
Fucking vixen.
“Do you think we could go for a ride tonight, instead of going straight back?”
Ah, so she’s going to make me work harder for it.
“You sure you’re up for it?” I ask, titling my head down to meet her gaze, my expression growing serious. “Don’t need you falling off the back of my bike because you’ve had one too many drinks.”
A soft, warm smile spreads across those full lips of hers. “I’m cool to ride. I know when to turn the silliness off and morph back into the responsible adult.”
Well shit, she’s not as inebriated as I thought. Maybe she’s having second thoughts about letting me between her legs. Her gaze lingers on the patch that reads my name and I watch as she studies it for a moment. Lifting her eyes back to mine, she gives me a coy look and I know it’s as much of a farce as the photo she attached to her ad. She’s a damn tigress that’s been hiding behind a veil of innocence.
“Should I believe you?” I challenge.
“I have superhuman, deductive, reasoning skills,” she informs me in a serious voice. I laugh to myself, my chest vibrating underneath her touch, and she grins. “What? It’s true.”
“You are a piece of work, Ree,” I tell her, shaking my head.
“Stop calling me that,” she hisses, reminding me she’s not too fond of the nickname I’ve given her. Surprised she hasn’t slapped me for the excess use of it, I decide she likes the banter and she’ll fucking love the nickname when I’m buried deep inside of her, murmuring the name like it’s a prayer.
The sexual tension between us grows and I run my fingers through her hair, pulling her into me for a quick kiss. But the second our mouths collide, it becomes a battle between tongue and teeth. Giving her lips a break, my mouth travels down the column of her smooth throat, feeling her pounding pulse beneath my wet lips.
“Can your superhuman or whatever-the-fuck-you-call-them skills reason with this?” I rasp over her skin as my cock grows painfully harder by the second. She shivers in my hold, spurring me on, and moving my lips to her ear, I whisper, “What have you deducted from this kiss?”
As she pants, I don’t give her a chance to respond, reclaiming her mouth.
It’s deep.
It’s dominating.
It lets her know just how much I want to possess, not just her mouth, but every inch of her body.
Pulling her even closer, her tits press into my chest and I groan. “I can feel your hard nipples,” I groan between kisses.
Squeezing the globes of her ass, I lift her into my arms and she instantly winds her legs around my waist. Finding her pussy, I press it against my erection and the moan she releases is all the invitation I need to know I’ve got her right where I want her.
I catch her lip between mine and gently suck while my fingers dig into her hips. She grinds herself all over my dick, panting against my lips.
“You like the feel of that, don’t you, sugar?” I ask, teasing her with my tongue. “You wanna take a ride on my cock?”
I break the kiss, lean back, and gauge her reaction. My composure is unraveling at the seams and at this point I don’t give a damn if the entire stadium knows what we’re doing.
Her chest heaves and her body trembles as she struggles for breath with what I hope is need. “You’re not gonna get shy on me now, my little rock star, are you?”
“You’ve got me all riled up,” she whispers, “I can’t think straight. All I can do is feel.”
“That’s a good way to be.”
“Is it?”
“Yeah, it is,” I insist, watching her eyes close once again. Grinding against me, she tightens her arms around my neck and lets out another moan.
Fuck, she’s hot.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?”
Keeping her eyes close, she nods in agreement.
“Just imagine how good it’s going to feel when we get twisted between the sheets and I drive my cock deep inside you.”
She tenses and her eyes snap wide open.
Not the fucking response I was looking for.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“I want you… I’m just a little scared,” she stammers, rolling her eyes to the sky. “I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I’m not used to this. I don’t…” she pauses, bringing her gaze back to me. “I don’t make a habit of sleeping with men I barely know. Like I told you before, I’ve never had a one-night stand.”
“Who said anything about one night? Tomorrow is only an hour away so that gives us two nights,” I tell her with a smirk. “Look, I get that it’s been a while for you, Ree. You need some help getting back in the saddle? I’m your guy. All you gotta do is say the word, baby.”
Her eyes flicker as
she draws in a deep breath and bites down on her lower lip, contemplating my offer.
“Say it,” I coax, gripping her hips and grinding against her one more time. “Just say it.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
I want nothing more than to say yes, to give in to desire and throw caution to the wind. While it’s true, I’m not a woman who is keen on one-night stands, but I don’t think I can end this night without having Blade between my legs. Surely there’s nothing wrong with taking part in one night of unadulterated passion. I’ve never had sex without strings before. I feel it might be something worth trying. I just have to find the nerve to take the leap.
“How thoughtful of you to offer,” I murmur, sarcasm dripping from my voice while I blow out a ragged breath.
Leaning into me his eyes soften.
“I don’t care what you have or haven’t done, Ree,” he says in a deep raspy voice that makes my stomach flip. His eyes swirl with need and the muscles in his stark jawline tense. “All that matters is what happens now. You want to see this thing through, I’m game. You want me to take you back to your car, I’ll do it. I’ll fucking hate it, but I’ll do it because I ain’t in the business of making a woman uncomfortable,” he grinds out.
I want him so bad I can almost taste it.
The entire night he’s been touching me and looking at me as if I’m the only woman who exists in this world. I haven’t felt this desired in a very long time.
Even if it’s only one night full of sex, it’s already been the best night of my life and I have no doubt sex with Blade will be unforgettable. The memory will live on long after he’s finished having his way with me.
“You just gonna stand there and zone out on me, babe?”
Blinking, I force myself to focus but the rugged stubble peppering his face distracts me and I run my fingers over the coarse hairs.
He’s so handsome.
His bright, white teeth glisten against his tanned skin. “I love it when you smile,” I muse, tilting my head to the side. “I’m not zoning out, Blade,” I whisper, “I’m zoning in.”