She shifted her hips, grinning when his eyes darkened. He went down to his elbow, the hand that had been propping him up tangling in her hair again. He held her in place as his lips descended to hers again. He ground down, sending delicious feelings through her, spreading out from her sex. His other hand kneaded her breast through her shirt, and her nipples pebbled, showing clearly through her shirt. Her head fell back as she moaned, providing tension against his grip on her hair.
“Fuck.” His voice was deep. Connor sat up and grabbed his shirt at the back of the neck and pulled it over his head in one swift move. Ava sucked in a breath. There he was, in all his glory, his tanned skin glistening across his firm chest. A half-sleeve tattoo wrapped around his right bicep, accentuating the musculature there, and script decorated his ribs on one side. She couldn’t read what it said from her current position, but she made a mental note to make sure she had ample opportunities to explore. He moved to lie down over her again, but she put up a hand and pressed it against her chest, stopping him. Connor looked down at her, a grin on his face and one eyebrow cocked. Damn, he was delicious. She pondered sitting up, straddling him again and tasting every each of his delicious skin, but there was something she wanted more.
“No moving,” she said, then dropped her hands to his jeans, deftly undoing his belt. As she slid down the zipper, Connor’s head fell back, his mouth open. Ava’s eyes widened. She’d expected to find his old favorite boxer briefs next, but instead her hand came into contact with hot, hard flesh.
Holy hell. Connor went commando.
She reached into his jeans and pulled out his cock. Freed from the confines of his pants, it flopped upward, pressing against his belly. The mushroom head was dark and a small drop of precum glistened on the head. She reached out and swiped her thumb across the head, sucking the digit into her mouth. She was intending to play more, but at her action, Connor slammed his mouth over hers, thrusting his tongue deep. The movement pushed her blouse up, and his cock slid along her bare skin, leaving wetness in its wake.
After his kiss left her breathless, Connor sat up again, his hands fumbling with her buttons. She smiled. The man she knew was normally so calm and collected. Nothing ruffled his feathers. Seeing him so flustered warmed her heart. It was as if Connor was showing her a side of him that he’d never allowed himself to reveal around her before. Kissing her, and—oh God—rutting against her was making him lose his cool, and she loved every minute of it. Any thought of consequences were far from her mind. It had been a long time, so damn long, since she’d been with anyone. But after Connor had flayed his heart open in front of her that afternoon, all she wanted was him.
She reached her hands up and joined his, giggling as she helped him slip the buttons through their holes. As soon as the last was undone, he pushed her shirt aside, pulled her bra down roughly, and sucked the tip of her breast into his mouth. His tongue played deftly with her nipple, sucking and then flicking at it, and Ava felt wetness slick her folds.
Her hands moved to her pants. Thank the Lord for stretchy work pants. She pushed them off her hips, and Connor broke his contact with her breasts only long enough to pull them over her knees and off her legs. His coordination clearly returned, he undid her bra seconds later it joined her pants on the floor. She went to lower her panties, but Connor laid his hands over hers. He sat up again, eyes glistening in the dim light of the apartment.
“Oh, no,” he said. “These are all mine, and I intend to take my time.” He tucked a finger into either side, his hands brushing over her hips and igniting more pleasure. Every touch felt like more than she could handle and the start of something wonderful all at once. His kisses, fuck, just holding his hand. How could such simple touches feel so amazing? He lowered her panties down just far enough to expose her folds and then held them there, effectively trapping her legs. She couldn’t move, not unless she wanted to break his touch and the spell that had come down over them both.
He leaned forward and brushed his lips against her nipple again, biting lightly. Before she could catch her breath, he moved downward, tracing her body with his lips and tongue. All the while his fingers caressed the sensitive skin of her hips. God, who was she kidding? She was sensitive everywhere. Connor had lit a fire within her with just a few moments of his touch. He could touch her foot and she’d explode.
His hands splayed out across her hips, bringing his thumbs closer to her core, but still maddeningly far. She wriggled, trying to move his touch to her clit. He grinned at her movements, and one hand left her hip, shooting forward and pressing down on her stomach, effectively anchoring her to the couch. “Nuh-uh,” he said. “Tonight, this is all mine. You’ll lie there and let me take what I want.” He inhaled deeply, gazing up at her from between her thighs. “Trust me to make it good for you, Ava.” His eyes shone. Trust. It was a loaded word between them with their history, and yet right then she’d never been surer. It didn’t matter what had happened between them when they were younger. Connor had been there for her when she’d most needed him a few days ago, and he’d been there ever since. He’d trusted her with his secrets. The only question was, could she do the same?
Connor leaned down and licked up her pussy lips, and Ava’s head fell back with a groan, all thoughts leaving her head. She had to tell him, and soon, but not while the man was eating her out. He’d always been good at that, too, but now his skill set was in another universe. His head moved, and he licked along the edge of her hip, leaving shivers in his wake, then pushed her legs wider. His gaze went straight to her glistening pussy. “Oh, yeah. All that for me?” She nodded, and he dove in like a starving man, holding her open with one hand while his tongue pushed between her folds. He alternated between flicking and sucking at her clit, his hand resting just at the entrance to her core, setting the nerves there alight.
Just as she felt like she was going to explode, he’d move again, kissing her thighs, caressing her lower belly, everything planned to the second to keep her hovering on the edge of ecstasy. He was slowly driving Ava completely insane. Finally, just when she thought she could stand it no longer, the finger that had been playing at her entrance pushed inside. Ava groaned as her internal muscles flexed and pulsed around it. Connor sucked her clit into his mouth and added a second finger, thrusting deep, and that was all it took. After what seemed like hours dangling on the precipice, Ava shattered. Her core clenched around his fingers as Connor shoved them deep inside, curling them to hit that perfect spot, and flicked at her clit with his tongue, prolonging the ecstasy.
Finally, she came back to earth. She opened her eyes to possibly the sexiest sight she’d ever seen: Connor, lying between her legs, his hair mussed from when she must have grabbed onto it, the moment lost to pleasure. His mouth glistened with her juices. That was damn hot. “Wow,” she said. “Just wow.”
Connor grinned and licked his lips, moaning low. “Gorgeous, baby. And so tasty.” He grabbed her hips and turned her onto her side. “But you ain’t seen nothing yet.”
Holy hell. He was going to kill her with sex.
Connor leaned down on the ground, and his hand disappeared into his jeans pocket, emerging holding a condom. He rolled it down his length and then slid up the couch behind her, wrapping one arm underneath her and around her waist to hold her in place. First her hair, and now this. The new Connor wanted to be in charge. Ava loved every fucking minute of it. His other hand slid behind her knee, propping it up and opening her further. He grinned. “Just like that. Keep it there.” His hand moved to his cock, hard and erect against her thigh, and guided it to her waiting sex. Helped by the wetness from his mouth and her orgasm, he slid in deep easily, stretching and filling her and setting off a whole new round of sensation. He moaned low in her ear, his hand grabbing and squeezing at her breast as his lips captured hers again.
Connor slid his cock slowly in and then out, several times over, until only the tip remained inside, and then thrust into her. The angle made his dick rub against the spot he’d
excited before. She felt moisture slick her thighs, easing his way further. His lips fell from hers and his grip around her tightened as he increased his speed, pushing deeper and faster again. He gripped her breast, squeezing, while the hand around her waist held her fast to him. There was no escape. All she could do was feel. Feel his hard cock piston in and out of her body, feel the bite of pain mixing with endless pleasure as he kneaded her breast, squeezing her over-sensitive nipple. Pleasure spiraled within her, climbing, building.
Almost as if he could sense it, Connor’s hand around her changed angles, moving so his hand could reach her clit. His other hand left her breast, hitching behind her knee and pulling her impossibly wider, opening her up as he thrust ever deeper. God, no one had filled her like this, not even him when they’d been together before. Small pants fell from her lips in time with every thrust, and she turned her head to face him. He captured her mouth again, every kiss and click going straight to her clit. She grabbed at his shoulder, grinding herself down on his cock. Connor responded by increasing his pace further still, pressing down firmly on her clit with his palm.
His body wrapped around hers, his pace settled in, pushing deep inside her over and over again, until the need within her spiraled out of control. She nearly slid up the couch with the force of his thrusts, and Connor shifted ever so slightly. His teeth bit lightly into her shoulder as his talented fingers tweaked her clit, and Ava exploded. He kept thrusting through her orgasm, bringing stars to her eyes. Only as she started to come down did he thrust deeply several more times and then hold himself inside her and she felt the warmth of his cum as he pulsed inside her.
12
Doc
Doc turned his head and looked down at Ava, who lay dozing in his arms. She shifted, ever so slightly, just enough to see the swell of her breast above the blanket he’d pulled over them. None of the fancy throw shit women had around their house, this was a regular old blanket he’d used when he’d crashed on the couch a few weeks ago. It had been late and he’d had a few beers and couldn’t be bothered moving to his bed. Turned out he couldn’t be bothered moving the blanket as far as the side table, either, but it had come in handy tonight. He glanced at the clock on the far wall. He would need to wake her soon so he could escort her home before she was late. But for the next few minutes, he could still enjoy the view.
A buzzing sound came from the floor, startling him. He twitched and Ava stirred. Damn it. What the hell was that? He rolled his eyes. Oh yeah, his phone. With Ava safe in his arms, he’d forgotten all about the damned device that had almost driven him crazy earlier that day. He leaned down and kissed Ava’s forehead. “Just my phone, Darlin.’ Ignore it.”
She rolled over, blinking sleepily up at him. “Could be someone important.” Her head turned, looking at the same clock, before she pulled away from him. She didn’t seem to want to, at least, or was he reading way too much into the slowness of her motions? Maybe she was just tired after a long day. He grinned. Maybe she was tired after he’d fucked her into a stupor. Surely he hadn’t been the only one to feel the heat between them. It had been so damned strong he was surprised flames hadn’t erupted. The warmth coming off her skin was intense at first, but it had nothing on the blazing heat as he’d pushed his cock into her tight pussy. The grip and friction as he’d thrust deep had sent him over the edge so fast he’d have been embarrassed if Ava hadn’t been just as lost as he. The way she’d moaned and moved against him. Yeah, she’d been feeling it just as much as he had. Now he just had to work out if it was a one-time deal. Would she deny what had been between them, or would she finally let him help? He’d be there regardless, but keeping her safe would be easier if she’d stop protesting every time he came within five feet of her.
The phone rang again, making his jeans on the floor twitch as it vibrated in his pocket. Important? Nothing could be as important as her. But Ava stood up and was starting to hunt around the floor for her clothes. And besides, he’d promised Seth he’d let him know if he was going to be unreachable for a while. Ava was still in his apartment and safe for now. He needed to answer the phone.
Connor leaned down and scooped up his pants, not caring when the blanket fell away entirely. It wasn’t like Ava hadn’t seen all of him many times before, and maybe the view might help convince her to stick around awhile longer. He wasn’t arrogant, but he worked hard at his fitness, to keep in shape for health and for the club. If it helped convince Ava to stick around, he would work any angle he had. Grabbing his phone, he quickly noted Seth’s name on the caller ID and swiped to answer before it could go to his voicemail again. “Sticks. What’s up?”
“Church. Ten minutes. Show up.” His VP’s voice had a small amount of humor, but it wasn’t entirely without bite. For now though, Doc would take it. Like it or not, he had dropped the ball on the club over the last couple of days. If by some miracle he’d managed to get Ava to believe him, he’d be able to juggle all his responsibilities without pissing off their prez. He looked over to Ava, who was slipping on her shoes. Damn, she was sexy as hell, even fully dressed. Now he’d seen what the more mature Ava looked like under her clothes, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. His cock hardened again at the thought, and he frowned. There was nothing he could do about that now. He had to get Ava home safe and then back to the clubhouse before Vlad lost his shit for real. True, he could have brought her there, but then he’d have to explain to everyone, and Doc wasn’t ready to share whatever was growing between them yet. Besides, as much as he’d love to hang onto her all night, Ava would want to get home. She had a kid. He couldn’t expect her to just drop her entire life because of one moment between them, however mind-blowing it had been.
He stood, pulling on his jeans and finding his boots. “Babe, I have to go. Should I take you to the hospital or home?” They were the only two options as far as he was concerned.
Ava looked up from buttoning her shirt. At least she was still smiling. “Hospital.” she said. “I need to get my car and get back before. . .before it gets too late.”
He frowned at the look that crossed over her face. What was she upset about? “I’m sorry,” he said. He was an idiot. Of course. She’d want to get home early because of her daughter, and he’d kept her out for hours. “I didn’t mean to take up all your night.”
Now that was real regret on her face. She stepped over to him and rested a palm against her cheek. “Oh, Connor, it’s not that.” She paused, looking down briefly before she looked up again. She stepped back, dropping her hand away. “It’s nothing, I promise.”
He frowned. He was missing something, but now wasn’t the time. She’d only just let him into her life again, and there was something urgent going down at the clubhouse. It was too risky to push her now. He would risk her rejecting him entirely, and then he’d be back to square one. “Okay.” He pulled his shirt over his head and then grabbed his keys, walked over to Ava and snaked a hand into her hair, pulling her close and taking her mouth one last time. If this was the last time he was going to be close to her for that day, then he was going to make it count. She opened for him willingly, and he slid his tongue inside, tangling with hers. Her breasts pushed against his chest and he groaned, pulling her tighter, his semi going to full mast in seconds. Her taste surrounded him, and Doc lost himself in the feel of her, but her hands came up against his chest a few moments later, gently pushing at him. Reluctantly, he pulled away, his hands still resting on her shoulders. “Let’s get you home.”
She nodded, and said nothing more. Doc moved to the door and picked up the helmet, then held the door open for her. On high alert again now that they were out of his apartment, he walked close, his free hand pressed lightly against her lower back. At least that much was now possible. If he played his cards right, he could now be much closer to her in public. Far too quickly for his liking, they were back on his bike, her body pressed against his as he rode back to the hospital. At least keeping his attention on high alert allowed him some hope of ignoring the
feel of Ava pressed against him. No longer as ginger as she’d been on the way there, this time she pressed wantonly against him, her hands splayed across his abs. Only the creeping sense of danger that came over him when they were exposed was enough to keep him from pulling over and taking her bent over the seat of his bike.
All too soon they were back at the hospital. Ava took off the helmet and leaned in for one last kiss, pressing her lips to his. She didn’t open though, or wrap herself around him. “Thank you, Connor. That was . . . beautiful.”
His mouth nearly fell open in shock and words failed him until she’d opened the door to her car and driven to the parking lot entrance. He quickly put his bike in gear and followed her out. She didn’t approach him again when they reached her house, instead looking back briefly before walking up to her porch. He’d stopped a couple of houses back, unsure of her reaction when they were at her place, and it looked like he’d been right.
He waited and watched, but her daughter didn’t come running out of the house this time. Instead, Ava opened the front door and after one last glance at him, disappeared inside. He waited five more minutes, just to be sure, and then turned his bike around and headed for the compound. He’d been longer than the ten minutes, but hopefully he’d make it there before Seth threatened to take his colors. Ava was safely inside. Now he had a job to do to keep it that way.
13
Doc
The front of the clubhouse was quiet when Doc pulled in. Bikes lined the edge of the building. As expected, he was the last to arrive. A couple of bikes lay in pieces at the end of the line, likely done on purpose just to drive Merc crazy. He hated it when Tex left bike parts lying all over the yard, and now the man did it just to get under Merc’s skin. It was all in jest, really, and despite the seriousness of the mood from the silence, Doc couldn’t help but smile. He parked haphazardly, not bothering to line his bike up flush in his haste, and rushed inside, skipping a step.
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