“Let him,” I growl, grabbing the front of her shirt and lifting it above her chest before sinking my teeth into her tit. She gasps and rocks her hips against me again and again, faster now, as she plants her hands on my chest. Is she…? Her fingers dig into my skin and she picks up the pace, rubbing against my hard length to get herself off and my eyes widen in disbelief.
Holy shit.
It’s so, so hot but I’m fucking torn.
On the one hand, I would love to watch her use my body to make herself come and I’m pretty sure the memory would be primo spank bank material for the rest of my goddamn life. But I also can’t wait to get inside her again. I fucking want her like I’ve never wanted another girl, fucking ever, and my body is strung tight, in a constant state of need and I don’t want to pass up any opportunity to get another taste of her. My mind rages, warring between the two options, and I honestly can’t make up my mind.
“Oh, God,” she moans, her cheeks heating and her eyes squeezing shut as she rocks a little faster and my decision is made for me. All I can do is stare at her and try not to blow my load in my pants like a fucking fourteen-year-old as her moans get louder and louder. Grabbing her hips, I help her rock against me as I thrust up and she starts to shake as she gets closer, desperately clinging to me as the pleasure mounts.
“That’s it, Princess, use me. I want to see you come.”
“Travis,” she cries out, lowering her head and meeting my eyes as she reaches forward and wraps her fingers around my throat. Fuck me, that’s the hottest shit I’ve ever seen in my life and if she’s not careful, I’m going to fuck her right in the middle of this parking lot. I don’t give one single shit who sees us. Her mouth hangs open as moan after moan echoes through the car, her eyes burning into mine and my cock throbs. She holds me captive with her gaze, fire burning in their depths and I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to. Digging my fingers into her hips, I press her down harder into my lap as I thrust up into her, eager to watch her shatter on top of me. She rocks back and forth and her eyes widen, giving me the warning I need to pull her lips to mine so the entire clubhouse doesn’t hear her screams. She cries into the kiss as her entire body shudders in my arms and her release ignites my own, sending me spiraling through the haze of an orgasm so intense I almost black out.
Jesus fucking Christ.
“Rowan,” I groan, burying my face in the crook of her neck as my cock throbs and she continues shaking in my arms, trying to catch her breath. We lie in silence for a few seconds before her body melts into mine and she releases a breath.
“That was fucking insane.”
I nod. “Fuck yes, it was. What the hell was that choking thing?”
“I don’t know,” she answers, turning just enough that she can meet my eyes. “I just did what felt right in the moment. Did you not like it?”
“I didn’t say that,” I shoot back with a grin and she smiles, her eyes twinkling and just like that, I’m thinking about going again. This fucking girl, man… she’s dangerous to my health because I’m pretty sure I would forgo any other bodily need as long as I was inside her.
“I’ll remember that for next time.”
Groaning, I lay my head back and close my eyes. Fuck, I swear I can still feel her fingers around my throat and I can’t wait to do it again. She sighs, laying her head on my shoulder and I wrap my arms around her, enjoying this one perfect, peaceful moment before we have to go back in the clubhouse and pretend like none of this happened. I don’t know how the hell I’m going to stay away from her, though.
“We should probably go inside,” she whispers and I nod. She’s right. If they haven’t noticed that we’re out here yet, someone will soon and the last thing I want to do today is get into it with Kodiak.
I nod. “Yeah… dunno how I’m going to get up to my room without people seeing the wet spot on my fucking jeans, though.”
“Tell ‘em I spilled a soda on you.” She laughs and I scoff as I dig my fingers into her hips. She squeals and wiggles in my arms, trying to bat my fingers away from her.
“Stop. I hate being tickled!”
Smiling, I smack her ass. “Come on. Let’s go but you better come up with another story besides you spilled a soda on my goddamn pants.”
Laughing, she opens my door and slips outside, straightening her clothes while I put the seat back up and climb out next to her. The parking lot is still empty and I breathe a sigh of relief as I give her a little nudge toward the clubhouse.
“You go first and I’ll follow behind you in a few minutes.”
She nods, pressing a quick kiss to my lips before she walks over to the door. I lean back against my car and pull out my phone to waste time. Once I get inside, I need to investigate the name Tawny gave me and I might even take Rowan’s advice and get the entire case set up on the giant white board we have in the war room but I can’t do any of that until I get up to my room. As I waste time, I run through scenarios in my head of what I’m going to walk into and blow out a breath. Overthinking and running through every single possibility has always been something I’ve done and I honestly hate it but I can’t stop. My brain just won’t ever shut the hell up and I’m always fucking thinking about something. It’s annoying as hell and one of the reasons I like being around Rowan so much because when I’m with her, it’s easier to just be in the moment instead of a million miles away.
I wait a few more minutes before tucking my phone in my pocket and walking across the lot. As I step inside, I hold my breath but it’s surprisingly quiet. In fact, the bar area is completely empty and I run up to my room before anyone can stop me or ask me why the hell my crotch is wet. Upstairs, I slip into the bathroom attached to my room and take a quick shower before throwing on some clean clothes. Once I’m presentable again, I sit down in front of the computer and start looking through bar receipts for anyone named Warren around the time Tawny made her accusations. Only one name pops up - Warren Ehlye.
“What in the fuck kind of name is that?” I whisper to myself as I quickly look it up. My search doesn’t give me any answers but as I study the name, I realize it could be pronounced “Eli” so I run a quick search on that and begin reading to myself. “In the Old Testament, Eli was the high priest and last judge of Israel…”
Does that mean something?
Is it supposed to be a message to us?
Shaking my head, I file the thought away for later and search the full name. I can’t help but smile when a property record pops up for one Warren Ehlye. It’s a little cabin way out in the woods and I resist the urge to jump up and let out a whoop.
This is our fucking guy.
I print off the property records before digging a little more into Warren but it doesn’t take very long for me to run into a problem.
Fuck.
I should have known it was too good to be true.
Sighing, I scrub my hand over my face and grab the files off of the desk as I stand up. First, I need to get these all laid out in order on the white board and then I’ll tell everyone what I found, not that it’s much. With the folders under my arm, I head back downstairs, ignoring Moose, Blaze, and Chance as they sit at one of the tables talking. I can feel their eyes on me as I slip into the war room, shut the door, and lock it behind me. Working quickly, I lay all of the files out on the table and put them in order, double-checking the dates, before taping them to the white board and putting a date by them. When I’m finished with the main cases, I put up other things that have happened like the break-in at the clubhouse and when Tawny accused Moose before stepping back and looking at it all in front of me. Nothing jumps out at me right away but I hope something will stand out to the rest of the guys or at the very least, it helps us keep the story straight in our heads.