I let go slowly, pleased to see her following my order. Licking my lips, I drug my nose down the front of her body, not stopping until I reached the button of her jeans. I lifted her shirt, placing kisses around her belly while my fingers unzipped her.
She wiggled her hips, helping me pull her jeans off one leg at a time. On my way back up, I slid my tongue across her thigh, briefly ghosting over the black lace she was wearing before shoving my nose against her and inhaling.
Yes. Yes. Fucking. Yes.
“Tone,” she squealed, hips coming up off the bed.
I tugged her panties to the side, unable to resist dragging across her wet, silky folds with my tongue. She reacted like she had been struck by lightning, thighs tensing around me. I placed a slow kiss there before letting the fabric fall back into place.
My hands slid up her waist, dipping beneath her shirt and taking it with me. I rubbed circles around the tight buds of her nipples one at a time before exposing them. Her back arched, presenting them to my greedy gaze.
“If you wanted me to suck on these too,” I teased, telling her the same thing I had before. “You only had to say so.”
“You’re such a smarta-”
My mouth closed over her breast, sucking her nipple into my mouth. Her comment ended in a low moan that made my dick pulse. I released one rosy tip and did the same to the other, flicking my gaze up to watch the way she writhed and fisted desperately at the sheets.
Good.
I wanted to drive her wild. Out of control.
She would know how I felt from the beginning. How I felt each time I stepped into her orbit and found I couldn’t escape and didn’t want to.
“Stop teasing me,” she panted, sunshine eyes shooting solar flares at me. “That’s what I want.”
“You sure about that?” I rolled to my side and let my hand drift down her stomach. Stopping where the lace started. She bit her lip, torn between being stubborn and giving in to what she wanted.
“Well?” I prompted, sucking at her neck. “What’s it gonna be?”
“You’re so annoying.”
“You said that.”
She screeched and I dipped two fingers inside her soaking entrance, pressing the heel of my palm against her clit. Her noise of frustration became a cry of pleasure instead, and I turned her face towards me so I could claim her lips again while my fingers claimed her tight pussy.
She was so fucking wet, I had no problem changing my angle. Pushing my thick digits deeper. Naomi sucked in a sharp breath, inner muscles clamping around me.
I turned my hand over, stroking the upper walls of her pussy, looking down so I could watch my hand move against her. It gave me a perfect view of dainty, curling feet. I smiled inwardly at the thoughts that went through my mind.
At no point have I ever been a man who was into feet. But hers? I could picture myself pulling them into my lap and massaging them while we watched movies. I could picture myself tickling her soles until she cried for mercy.
The things I wanted to do with this woman could fill a hundred novels.
I added a third finger and she gasped, clamping down on me. “Too much?”
She shook her head. “Don’t you dare stop.”
I spread my fingers, close to losing my fucking mind from the sounds her body was making. Sweat beaded on her brow, neck flushing, and I watched her stomach cave in as her body reacted to everything I was doing. Her nipples looked capable of cutting glass, and I had to taste them again. I fucking had to.
“Tone,” she pleaded. “I want you inside me.”
And despite how beautiful her agony was, I wanted that as well.
I grabbed a fistful of lace, quickly jerking the fabric down her legs. Naomi pulled her shirt over her head, and once she was rid of it, I picked her up again, tossing her to the middle of the bed.
She landed with a soft oomph, and narrowed her eyes at me before becoming distracted by the length between my legs when I ditched my underwear and crawled towards her.
Grabbing her ankle, I pulled her beneath me, using my other hand to situate myself directly at her hot entrance. I had no fucking idea how I was going to last sliding inside her bare. Holding myself together the first time had been nearly impossible.
“I want it,” she whispered, pulling at me. “Gimme.”
Did she know she could have anything she wanted by saying that word?
She could point at the moon, say that one thing, and I would lasso that bitch down to Earth no matter what it cost me.
So how could I abstain, when she was asking for something I was desperate to give?
Claiming her lips again, I slowly drove my hips forward. Her tight walls squeezed me as I stretched her out, and every curse I knew rolled from my tongue and into her mouth until I was seated firmly inside her. Deep as I could go. I had no idea how she could take me so well. Swear on everything holy there should’ve been a bulge beneath her flat stomach. An impression of my thickness making itself known.
“Holy shit,” she hissed. Naomi bit at my lip, hard enough that the tang of copper hit my taste buds. “Fuck,” she said for the second time since I had known her. “I’m sorry.”
Rolling my hips to loosen her up, I somehow managed an easy grin that hopefully gave no hint to how badly I wanted to pound into her with abandon. “Don’t worry about it. Any injury I get while I’m in your company is something to wear proudly.”
Her soft smile was worth the sting of pain.
Worth...everything, honestly.
Her body shuddered suddenly beneath mine, milking at my shaft. I crushed my hands into fists to keep the cum in my balls from rising as she reached her peak beneath me.
I hoped she was prepared, because I was planning on showing her the entire fucking mountain range.
Our sweat-slicked bodies stuck together, the swells of her breasts between us. “You feel way too damn good.”
“Right back at you.”
Love that attitude.
Warmth and softness filled my chest, telling me that might not be all I loved.
I grunted, picking up my pace. The headboard rocked against the wall, loud and continuous, yet paling in comparison to her cries each time I reached the end of her body.
Control and patience had grown legs and jumped out the damn window. I pistoned inside of her ruthlessly, and she held onto me, taking all that I had to offer.
I fucked her like I needed this to live, and maybe I did. Naomi was my wake-up call. Her existence was a jumper cable connected to my heart. This burning passion between us was the catalyst for my resurrection.
My balls drew up, dick throbbing. I was so fucking close.
“Inside me,” she said against my neck, nails digging into the grooves of my back. “Please, please, please.”
Groaning, I shoved myself deep and stayed there as fireworks detonated along my spine. With trembling fingers, I applied pressure to her sensitive clit, and she exploded all around me, wetness gushing out between us while she screamed.
Spent, I dropped my head beside hers and we both simply breathed each other in.
“Wow,” she said after our sweat began to cool and my dick slipped from inside her. “I don’t think I could move if the house caught on fire.”
I chuckled soundlessly, shaking the bed. I kissed the side of her face. “That’s where your mind goes right now? To us being trapped in a fire?”
“It’s a completely valid concern.” I could hear the smile in her voice. “Do you know how many people leave appliances turned on? That’s like, the number one cause of house fires.”
This girl…
I rolled to the side and pulled her back against my front, loving how well she fit against me. My eyes closed, and I buried my face in her hair, breathing her in.
“Tone?”
“Yeah, baby,” I rumbled, already half asleep.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
“What’s your real name?”
; Inhale. Exhale. My fingers twitched against her stomach. “Nathaniel,” I said, feeling no connection to that name whatsoever. “Nathaniel Glenn.”
I waited for her to say something, unsure what might come from her mouth.
And waited.
And waited.
Her breathing was deep and even, and I briefly wondered if she had passed out when she spoke again.
“That’s kind of lame,” she mumbled sleepily, hand resting on top of mine. “You’ll always be Tone to me, big guy.”
Emotion clogged my throat.
I put my teeth against the shell of her ear. “Go to sleep, Smoothie Girl. I need you ready for round two. And three. And four…”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Tone
I frowned down at the empty side of the bed, chewing on the inside of my cheek.
Two weeks had flown by since I told Naomi the truth about my past, and I wanted to say we were closer than ever. Because it seemed like we were.
Every spare moment I could steal away from dealing with the growing tensions between the club and the syndicate was spent with her in some capacity or another.
Curled up on the couch watching movies.
Climbing to the top of the mountain a couple hours away and watching the sunrise.
Sitting in her shop, even when she was busy, just to smile and watch her business grow.
I’d even gotten my ass chewed out by Creed for not being the first on sight when a fire broke out at the lumber mill.
No one had been injured, and there was no evidence of foul play, but the timing was suspicious as fuck. Whatever issues Matthias and I might have with each other, the big, Viking bastard ran an impeccably tight ship. They didn’t have accidents.
That whole situation had Asher Palazzo’s evil face written all over it.
I should’ve been hunting down every bit of evidence I could find.
I should’ve been so far up in Asher’s business he couldn’t move without me breathing down his neck.
Instead, I was staring at my bed, thinking of a beautiful girl who was keeping a secret.
Since the other day, we hadn’t been together in her bed again. She cooked dinner for me most evenings, and yet we always ended up back in my house as the night drew to a close. For a while, I was able to ignore it.
Now?
The pattern was staring me in the face. I had to acknowledge its existence.
Not once had she stuck around the morning after. Don’t get me wrong, she wasn’t obvious about it, or even dismissive. The first few times she excused herself and went next door before returning, I chalked it up to some girly ritual.
But every morning?
For two weeks?
That wasn’t a coincidence.
But what can it be?
Naomi wasn’t a secretive person by nature. I’d learned all about the reasons that brought her to Oakdale. The dynamics between herself, her brother, and her dad that she felt suffocated by. Her need to escape and prove to herself she could make it on her own.
Hell, she’d volunteered her phone password one day because she had a headache and couldn’t bear to look at the screen.
I read texts to her and responded to them for hours, only somewhat surprised by the quick bonds she had already formed with Lizzy and Kayla. My people were quickly becoming her people. I was sure Caitlin would make it a foursome once the fire breathing dragon let her out of his lair.
So, I couldn’t figure out what she might be keeping from me. Or why.
Then again, I wasn’t overly concerned with it either.
We have time, I reminded myself, shaking away those distracting thoughts.
A loud, familiar horn blew outside, and I made it out the door in time to wave to the delivery guy as he backed out of the drive and continued down the street. The sight of the large box on my porch made my palms itch with anticipation. Crouching, I scooped it up and went around back, letting myself into the garage.
An impressive sight greeted me when I flipped on the overhead light. The Challenger was almost finished. A few more tweaks and shipments, and it would be good to go.
Where?
I had no idea.
The thought of driving it somewhere without its intended occupant in the passenger seat was hard to wrap my head around, and it made something uncomfortable flare in my chest.
I put the box down and locked up, glancing over at Naomi’s place.
It was unusual for her not to come back over, especially since it was the weekend. But since the lights were off and there wasn’t any motion through the blinds, I figured she was getting some much-needed rest.
My girl had been busting her ass lately. Even with Lynn and I chipping in where we could, she was mostly flying solo from open to close, dealing with the masses who couldn’t get enough of her.
How could they?
I couldn’t get enough of her either.
I was likely a big reason she was so tired. Where she was concerned, I was insatiable. Thank God for the pill, or she would’ve been pregnant a hundred times over between my hunger and her desire to always have me finish inside.
My dick responded to my thoughts, stretching against my jeans. I briefly wondered if I had time to sneak into her bed. Wake her up with my tongue on that delicious pussy.
But keeping the boss man waiting was a death wish, and enough time had passed since his earlier text that smoke was probably pouring from his nose.
Shooting a last, lingering look at her house, I mounted my bike and went roaring down the street.
Genesis wasn’t open yet when I got there, but the small collection of motorcycles in the parking lot told me the necessary members were in attendance. Moving quickly through the cold, I pushed through the door and came face to face with a blinking Axle as we almost ran straight into each other.
“Where you headed in such a hurry?” I asked.
Axle didn’t do anything in a hurry. He was content to move through life at his own slow pace, and give his apathetic glare to anyone who took issue with it. A glare that was surprisingly missing.
“Gotta run,” he muttered, shoving past me. I watched him stick a cigarette into his mouth and light it the moment he got outside. Then the door closed behind him.
Weird.
If he thought I wasn’t going to show up at his place later and pester him for answers, he was laughably wrong.
“Get in here,” Creed’s angry voice called.
I felt a flash of annoyance and smothered it. Barely. It took a moment to unclench my hands from where they rested at my sides.
Turning on my heel, I strode deeper into the dimly lit space, keeping my eyes on Creed. He sat on top of the bar itself, making it look like a hastily sculpted throne. There was a storm in his gray eyes, and going by the imperceptible head shake Caitlin was giving me from behind his back, he was in a real fucking mood.
Great.
Just what I needed.
I looked around for Tex, but he was nowhere to be seen. Fantastic. There was no one else who had a chance of tempering the flames of his inner asshole, and I wasn’t in the frame of mind to deal with this shit today.
“What’s the sitch, Prez?”
“Don’t get fucking cute with me, Tone,” he snarled, jaw jumping. “You’ve already pissed me off enough as it is with your bullshit.”
“What bullshit is that, exactly?” I drawled, shoving my hands in my pockets.
“When I told you to deal with the Palazzos, did you think that meant take a fucking vacation?” My mouth opened and he held up a hand. “The correct answer is no, before you dig yourself a deeper hole.”
Calm. Cool. Collected.
Nah. Fuck that.
My eyes hardened, matching his pound for pound. “In case you’ve forgotten, the whole point of putting me in charge of this mess was to avoid having a war on our hands. Unless you’re gonna say that’s changed, I don’t see what you’re getting at. But go ahead.” I flashed a smile that was all teeth. “Gi
ve the word and I’ll put them in body bags before the day is out.”
For the first time since I’d known him, Creed actually looked surprised for all of a heartbeat before fresh annoyance wiped his face clean. “Something crawl up your ass and die that I need to know about?”
“Not that I’m aware of.”
Caitlin wrinkled her nose. “Can y’all...not? I just ate, and I’m going to be mad at both of you if I have to stare at my waffles in the toilet bowl.”
Creed popped his neck and some of the tension fled the room, glad to be released from the thrall he held it in. “Give me a break, Red. You’ve heard worse.”
“Doesn’t mean I want to hear it now.” She hopped up on her forearms long enough to place a quick kiss against his cheek.
It was no wonder they were such a good match. Caitlin was braver than some of our scariest motherfuckers. No way any of them would risk being that close to Creed’s mouth when he had such a tendency to bite off heads and drain blood from the gaping wound.
He wasn’t really a vampire.
I mean, most likely.
Probably.
I’d never seen him burn in the sun, refuse to eat garlic, or avoid crossing bodies of water. Then again, weren’t the baddest of the bad among the blood-sucking race supposed to be invulnerable to all that shit anyway?
Jesus, why was this even going through my mind right now? I blamed Naomi. She was on a kick this week about some new paranormal tv show. I guess I was paying more attention to the screen than I thought.
She was worth it. Thinking of her brought a smile to my face while Creed and his girl went back and forth.
My smile grew when I remembered how I teased her about him sucking her soul out with eye contact alone. At least that wasn’t true. Journeying through the nine layers of hell to save the immortal soul of my beloved didn’t sound like my idea of a great road trip.
“This is exactly what I fucking mean,” Creed snapped, bringing my attention back to his scowling mug. “Your head is in the clouds. You think you can keep a piece of pussy off your mind long enough to focus on the issues at hand?”
My blood burned inside my veins, and it took everything in me not to get in his face. “That’s twice. Don’t go for a third.”
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