Rush: (Retribution MC Romance) (Carolina Bad Boys Book 5)

by Rie Warren

  “Yeah, Shy. Really.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Soft and Slow

  I NOTED A PAIR of crutches and a cane lying against the chair beside her bed when I found her room, but now wasn’t the time to think about all the implications of what she’d gone through.

  I was gonna make Shy feel so goddamn good she forgot about everything else except the way we moved together, the way we kissed until she was on fire for my hot loving, the way I made her whimper my name and plead for more.

  Sliding her down the front of my body, I was glad the small lamp next to the bed emitted a soft glow because I wanted to see every single naked expanse of her golden skin. The bar-piercing in her upper ear shined, and I started there, using my tongue to toy with the metal and the sensitive shell of her ear when her feet slipped to the floor.

  She leaned against me, breathing heavily, her tits jutting against me.

  Couldn’t wait to get my hands on them.

  She gasped. “Oh, God. Max, that feels so good.”

  I played with her other ear, running my hands to her ass. “Just getting started.”

  Her neck arched, and she moaned.

  I smiled against her warm skin, licking and sucking down the side of her slim neck. With my hands planted firmly on her ass, I pulled her real close and that little bit higher so my hard cock rocked against her pelvis.

  “You feel me, baby?”

  Her hands fanned on my back, and she grinded her hips back and forth.

  “Mmm. I feel you.”

  Taking her hands, I pushed them under the front of my shirt, my abs ruching and rolling at her hot, roaming touch.

  She leaned back, lifting my shirt, biting into her sensual bottom lip. “I really feel you now.”

  I cradled her cheek in my palm. “I’ll try to be gentle, Shy.”

  “I don’t want you to be.” Her tone was as sultry as the summer night, as silky as the wet pink tongue she drew up the cords of my neck.

  Sexual tension snapped my body into an unbearably tight knot centered in my groin. “You don’t understand. I can be rough.”

  She scraped her nails down my chest then reached up to grip and twist my hair with force. “Good.”

  The groan that fell from my lips began deep, deep down in the pit of my belly.

  “It’s not nearly my first time. You won’t break me. And if you treat me like I’m sick or look at me with pity—”

  I slammed my lips onto hers—the kiss volatile. She returned each caress, every wet lick, every nibble with one of her own.

  I peeled back to look at her half-mast eyes and her shiny swollen mouth and her heaving tits. “Pity you? Not possible.”

  Greedily, I licked along the skin of her neck.

  Her fragrance overpowered me: ocean air and lapping waves and warm woman. “Someone should pity me because my cock’s about to explode already.”

  “Ohhh!”

  A wicked smirk tugged at my mouth. “Learned something new about you, Shy.” My smirk grew into a full-on sex sneer. “You like dirty talk, baby. You like my filthy mouth? Want it all over you?”

  Her nails drove into my shoulders and her hips undulated in ever-tightening circles.

  Oh yeah. Shy was gonna be fun.

  With a deeper grin, I slung off my T-shirt and muscled against her. “Like I said, we haven’t even started yet.”

  She pushed me back, making moves of her own. Let’s just say I was not immune.

  Her hands explored, lightly dragging down my chest. Her gaze roved, up and down and with such a hot look my balls felt full and heavy. My cock never harder. She kept touching my tats, the bikes and skulls and the words Ride or Die and Once upon a wish that rained down my arms from my shoulders

  Moving around me, she drifted one hand from my pelvic cut along my hip to my lower back as she kissed between my shoulder blades, the center point of the MC backpiece.

  Chills erupted down the middle of my spine.

  Her teeth bit into the skin at the crux of my shoulder.

  My dick jerked, the awkward angle inside my jeans sheer fucking torture.

  Shy pulled the leather band from my hair and buried her face in the waves, her tits squashed against my back, and her hands bracketed around my waist.

  When I dropped my head, groaning, she slid around to my front, her eyes traversing the rugged terrain of muscles I’d built up through months of weight training.

  The work was worth it.

  A centerline of dark hair bisected my deeply cut abs, and she trailed a lone finger down that arrow. “You are handsome.”

  When her hand landed on my aching cock, my groin rocked forward.

  Her palm moved up and down, and intense, insane pleasure shot through me to the core.

  I ripped her hand free, grunting obscenities.

  “Did I do something wrong?” She blinked at me like an innocent, but her moves weren’t those of a naïve woman.

  She was playing with me.

  I fucking liked it.

  “Wasn’t kidding about being ready to explode, but if you want to suck me off before I fuck you into oblivion I won’t complain. After I see every single naked inch of you.”

  Our lips met, the taut wet heat teased from tongue to tongue, traded from mouth to mouth. A bite. A nibble. An open-mouthed lick.

  A murmur. A different angle. A deeper exploration that curled us so close together we’d be fused if not for the damn clothes in the way.

  My mouth still clinging to every soft circle and foray of her tongue, I lifted her again and placed her on the bed.

  My chest felt crushed by the sheer undiluted want for this woman. Dragging free while I could still think—sort of—I rested my palms on the bed on either side of her.

  Shy immediately attacked the buttons of my jeans.

  I snaked her hands down. “Stay.”

  “Still not a dog, Handsome.”

  I growled at her, snapping my teeth.

  “We’re gonna go slow. Then I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll ask me to drill you into the mattress again, as soon as you get your voice back from screaming my name.”

  Her legs scissored together, and she twisted her torso. Horny. Greedy. Seeking. “When does the fucking part start?”

  “Soon as I get you naked.”

  I didn’t have much patience when I tore off her tank top. Then I almost choked on my tongue when I saw the bra she wore underneath. Sitting back on my knees beside her, I nearly nutted in my jeans.

  “What is that?” I rubbed a hand across my mouth.

  “You like?” Shy stretched out, nothing short of one hundred proof sexuality.

  Unf.

  She trailed her fingertips along the night-black lace bra that was strappy all over and stopped at the top of her tits where her nipples peaked through the webbing.

  Weeks ago when I’d said she’d grown up I hadn’t realized just how grown up, up, up. And those tits were big.

  Fuuuck.

  “Your mouth’s open.”

  Uh huh.

  I think I grunted.

  She slid a sexy grin my way, flicking at the pink nipples just beyond the lace.

  “Asked you a question.” Her smoky laugh somehow drugged me. “Do you like it? Because I like reducing you to speechlessness, sexy man.”

  Nod. Yes. Nod. Yes. Nod. Yes. God yes, I like it.

  “So that’s a yes?” She reached over and ran her hand up the front of my thigh.

  Uh huh.

  “If that’s what you wear for a quiet night at home I can’t wait to see what you put on when I take you out on a date.” I was panting by that point.

  And my pants were still too tight for the erection struggling inside.

  “I have a whole dresser full of lingerie.”

  Brain explosion. Cock-’splosion imminent.

  Had to get my hands on her.

  Leaning over Shy, I found the hook in the back and snapped her bra open with a quick twist of my fingers as my tongue delved in
to her mouth and my hips divided her legs.

  I sat back long enough to pull the straps off her shoulders, lower them down her arms, and bare her breasts for me.

  Full and soft, capped by tight pink nipples, they jiggled when I raised her wrists to rid her of the bra once and for all. Then I was on her. My lips going straight for home, zeroing in on the puckered flesh. Shy arched up, her fingers curling into my hair. My name gusted from her lips as I treated her tits to a sensual, fierce sucking all over. I grabbed both breasts and pushed them together. I lapped the surrounding surfaces, getting her shiny and wet. I pursed my mouth over one bud then the other, drawing each deep between my lips.

  I roamed down her belly only when her hips kept jerking up against my cock.

  I kissed her navel, her hipbones, and moved much more slowly lowering her sweats, sensing her self-consciousness.

  “Don’t be scared, Shy,” I whispered over and over against the flesh of her waist, her hips, and then her legs.

  I kissed both equally, prosthetic or not. And when I pulled her pants from her ankles, I immediately crawled back between her thighs, setting my hands on the spot where the cool prosthetic met living flesh at her left knee.

  My eyes, however, drifted toward her barely covered pussy.

  Those goddamn tiny panties matched the bra-to-end-all-bras. And possibly end my brain, too.

  “Let me see all of you, Shy.” I eased my fingers into her panties and slid them from her legs.

  I wanted to focus on her cunt—I could see she was already wet, glistening, and only a small strip of the lightest blond hair led to her slit I couldn’t wait to taste—but I gentled her with a hand on her tummy and curled up beside her.

  “Dangerous woman.” I could barely breathe, I wanted her so much.

  My fingers played with the little curls on her mound. And I toyed farther, just enough to gather her wetness and spread it around the peak of her clit.

  “I don’t feel so dangerous right now.” Her voice hitched.

  Kissing her neck, reaching to her prosthetic when I drew her knee up, I asked, “Can I take it off?”

  She shrank back immediately. Her eyes filled quickly.

  I lifted onto my elbow, my fingers coasting up her leg to caress her hot juicy slit. As I gently teased, she began to move in a languid rhythm against me.

  “It’s your first time since the amputation, isn’t it?” I murmured against her lips.

  I heard her swallow. I saw her nod.

  Her body still arched against my swirling fingers, and she was wet, so wet the sound of my fingers playing inside and around her was audible and hot and horny and made me beyond desperate to be inside her.

  Not until she’s ready.

  “Let me, Shy. The only thing I want to see is you.” Bending over her, I kissed her leg just above the prosthetic.

  I roamed higher, licking the length of her leg, setting my lips just at the crease of her pussy while my fingers still toyed with her wet slit.

  Her breath shuddered. Her hips circled. And when she nodded hesitantly, I slipped my fingers from inside. Softly tracing her skin, my fingers left a moist trail I kissed and licked to taste her essence.

  “Oh, God, Max.” Her body swayed fitfully against me.

  Then her hand joined mine, and she pressed a button on the side of the prosthesis. She quickly pulled it off, along with that bit of jersey I felt earlier. I set everything aside before cupping the scarred flesh in a gentle palm.

  Looking up, I saw her staring at me, wide-eyed, holding her breath.

  A breath that hissed out when I kissed her once on her leg then again on her lips.

  “Okay?” I asked, my voice no longer recognizable.

  “Am I disgusting?” She shivered when I gazed at her completely bared body.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Fast and Hard

  A LOW ROUGH CHUCKLE curled from the depths of my chest. I crawled down her body to lie between her legs. I looked up, first gazing at the wet, pouty lips of her pretty cunt then higher to meet her eyes.

  “Know what you are, Shy?”

  She shook her head, always watching me.

  “Beautiful. A beautiful, brave fighter.” I massaged and kissed her thighs all the way to the apex. “All I can see is you, baby. And it’s all good.”

  Her fear melted, and she moaned, a purely feminine sound. “Oh, please! Please, Max.”

  “Tell me what you want, and you can have it.” I just wanted her to ask for something for herself.

  “Your lips. I want your lips.”

  I pressed her legs wider and lowered my face until my hot breath beat against the slick swell of her cunt. “Right here?”

  “I want to come.”

  “In my mouth?”

  “Yes!”

  My deep hungry grunt resounded through the room. I licked up the fine line of her center, tasting her true flavor and knowing I could spend hours with my mouth on her and still be insatiable.

  Her hips kicked up as soon as my tongue made contact. Her fingers swept over my shoulders to find purchase in my hair.

  I ate her like a delicacy, avoiding the bud of her clit until the thrust of her hips grew insistent. Then I went at her with every naughty trick I’d ever learned. My mouth sampling, my tongue massaging, my teeth nibbling. When I flicked around and around her soft little clit, twisting two fingers inside her, she almost jackknifed off the bed.

  Then her back arched and her eyes fluttered.

  A smile flew across her parted lips.

  I kept plucking her clit in and out of my mouth, and somehow she swelled around me, her body blossoming, getting wetter, riding higher as I ate her with ferocity. Grunting and growling, leaving wet vibrations to roll through her pussy. I reached up and grasped her nipples, teasing with a firm grip before rasping my rough palms up and down the bright peaks. Then twisting them again.

  With my mouth latched against her, I almost exploded when she came. The sight of her, her tits thrust up, her head thrown back, her heat and taste searing my senses . . .

  Eventually she relaxed her grip on my hair, and her hands halfheartedly petted my shoulders.

  Sweat glistened along her body, and her lips folded up in a half-smile of pure contentment.

  My cock was a raging beast caged inside my jeans, but I ignored the throbbing monster.

  Moving beside her, I slid my fingers up the center of her body, through her cleavage, watching chills follow in my wake until I leaned over her and kissed her so deeply our tongues meshed together.

  “Feel good?”

  “So good.” Her soft shimmering silver eyes drifted open, and her hands coasted along my chest. “What about you?”

  “Hurtin’.”

  She laughed, a startlingly seductive sound. “I wonder if I should help with that?”

  Her fingers wandered toward the bulging front of my jeans, leaving a trail of fire behind.

  Once more I grasped her wrist. “I wish you’d lose the wig first though.”

  Her face immediately flushed brighter, and her hand flew to her hair.

  “Yes, Shy. Everything.”

  “It’s my one vanity, I suppose.” She peeked up at me. “The hair sometimes changes when it grows back. Color. Texture.”

  Easing my hand back down her body, I fluffed the curls on her mound. “Oh yeah? Is it blonder like down here? ’Cause I like it.”

  “Oh, well . . .” She sighed with an impish grin. “It is hot under here.”

  “I bet. Especially after that workout I just gave you.”

  She slapped her hand against my chest, and I chuckled in a wicked tone.

  Sitting up, she started to raise the wig. I took the moment to just plain stare at her tits that tipped up with her movements, and her perky nipples that looked pouty and ready for my mouth again.

  After setting the wig on the table beside her bed, nearly covering the condom packet I’d dropped there, she turned to face me.

  I rubbed my jaw, considering he
r. All of her. From the new hair—an adorable short cap of blonde curls–to the curvaceous body that was way more smoking hot than cute.

  “Well?” she asked impatiently.

  “I don’t think you have anything to worry about.” As I brushed past her to climb off the bed, I briefly kissed the top of her burnished curls.

  Standing next to her, I popped the final buttons on my jeans. With no briefs underneath, the base of my thick, rigid dick sprang into view as well as the thatch of pubes.

  Shy swallowed, her eyes locked on my groin.

  I dropped the jeans down and kicked them off, revealing my shockingly hard cock. The tip was wet, and as she watched, another drop of precome slid down my pulsing glans.

  “Does this look like I think you’re anything but the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen?”

  “And no underwear for you at all, oh my God, fuck,” she breathed the words out in a rush.

  “Now”—I prowled back onto the bed and pulled her beneath me—“I’d really like to grab a handful of that hair while you suck my cock.”

  The pupils of her eyes dilated, almost obliterating the richly colored irises.

  With a hand wrapped around the root of my dick, I climbed farther over her. I sat on my haunches, just above her tits, and aimed my slick cockhead toward her parted, plush lips.

  Her tongue rolled out, but I pulled back.

  “Close your mouth, Shy,” I whispered.

  She complied, and I swiped a drop of precome across her lips, listening to her whimper.

  “Now lick them,” I ordered.

  Her pink tongue tripped out, and she tasted the clear fluid on her lips. “More.”

  I guided my cock forward, and she eagerly lapped around the thick ridge before closing her mouth around my glans. Her first full suck almost sent me over the edge. She wrenched my hand free, replacing it with her own, both of them curling around the fat shaft of my dick.

  “Fuck, baby.” The hoarse words were thick in my throat, and I reached over to grab the headboard as sensation skyrocketed through me.

  She fisted her hands up and down, rotating them in a slick slippery slide as her saliva gathered along my cock and pooled in my pubes. I dipped my hips farther, and she sucked a few more inches in, licking the steely rod of meat stretching her lips.