He growls against my flesh, and it vibrates through me before shooting straight between my thighs, and a breathy moan slips past my lips. Without warning, he pulls away from me and grabs my hand, yanking me back up into a sitting position. Tingles shoot down my spine as he grabs my hair again and claims my mouth, his tongue plunging past my lips. I can taste myself, and I moan which only makes him crazier.
He yanks his lips away and wraps an arm around my back, holding me up as he stalks into the bedroom, looking at me with the eyes of a predator. Stopping next to my bed, he sets me back on my feet and leans down, kissing me sweetly as he unbuckles his belt. When he pulls away, he shoves his jeans down his legs, and his erection springs free. He grips the base and grins at me.
“Get on your knees and suck my cock, Kitten,” he rasps, and I can’t drop to my knees fast enough. Peeking up at him, I circle my tongue around the head and watch his face as he sucks in a breath. I like that he doesn’t close his eyes as I sink down on his length, using my tongue to massage the underside of his cock as I suck.
He groans, and his eyes flutter like they want to close but he doesn’t look away. His gray depths are locked firmly on me as fire dances in his gaze. He threads his fingers through my hair and holds me steady as he pulls out of my mouth before driving back in. He groans loudly, and I plant my hands on his thighs as he does it again. In and out. In and out. Fucking my mouth again and again until his grip in my hair is so tight that I think he’ll pull a chunk out. My pussy is throbbing, and I can’t deny that I love being used like this. Then he releases me and reaches down to lift me off the floor.
“You’re incredible, Gorgeous,” he whispers, giving me another sweet kiss that melts me faster than any other. “Now get on all fours on the bed.”
My heart jumps, and a grin stretches across my face as I climb onto the bed on my hands and knees with my head facing away from him. He runs a hand from the base of my neck to my ass and groans.
“Put your shoulders flat on the bed,” he commands, and I do it, dropping my head and shoulders down to the bed. His hand skims over my ass cheek, and he groans again as he smacks it.
“Yeah, just like that, Kitten. You ready?”
I moan in response, and the head of his cock presses against my entrance. Holding my breath, I push back into him a little, and he surges forward, filling me up and stretching me out perfectly. I moan, fisting the comforter by my head as he pulls out and slams in again. He leans over me and slides his hand into my hair, pushing my head into the bed. It’s animalistic, the way he’s fucking me, and I eat it up, moaning every time he enters me and trying to back up when he retreats.
“Ali,” he groans, kissing my back as he continues his strenuous pace, working us both to an orgasm that will knock us on our asses.
“Yes. Fuck me,” I hiss, taunting him a little, and he growls as he pulls back and drives home harder than before. It steals my breath. I pull on the blanket in my hands, my mouth wide open but no sounds coming out.
“Stop being a brat, and come right now or I’ll spank your ass raw,” he whispers in my ear. It’s my undoing. My back arches, and I cry out into the room as my pussy clamps down on his cock. He groans and stiffens behind me before releasing my hair and collapsing on top of me with a sigh.
I giggle. His head pops up, and he looks down at me, all the worry from earlier completely forgotten.
“Thanks, Baby. I needed that.”
“Anytime,” I reply, winking at him, and he laughs again as he rolls to my side and pulls me into his body.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Alison
I glance up from my laptop, watching as a couple of the guys sit at the bar drinking beer while two others play pool off in the corner. Logan had a job tonight, and he refused to leave me alone, so after a little bit of arguing I agreed to wait for him at the clubhouse. It’s different than I imagined it but it fits. As soon as you walk in the door, there’s a bar to your right and couches off to the left. Behind the bar is a door that leads to a pretty large kitchen that looks like it could feed fifty easily. The back corner has two pool tables set up, and on the other side is a staircase that leads upstairs to the rooms. I haven’t been up there to check them out at all but Logan gave me a quick tour when he dropped me off.
“You mind if I sit?” one of the guys asks, looking at the empty spot next to me, and I grab my notebook, shaking my head.
“Not at all. Go ahead.”
He smiles as he sits next to me, and I rack my brain, trying to remember his name. “I’m Chance, by the way.”
“Ali. It’s nice to meet you,” I say, holding out my hand. Logan talks a lot about the club and the guys here so I recognize his name instantly. Chance has been his best friend since they were kids.
He takes my hand, his kind smile permanently in place. “Yeah, you, too. But I think I should be thanking you.”
“Why’s that?”
He looks out at the two men still at the bar and sighs before turning back to look at me. “He’s different with you, ya know?”
“That’s what everyone keeps telling me.” I can’t help but think back to Blaze telling me the same thing on my porch after the break-in.
“He’s happy again, and he hasn’t been happy in a damn long time.”
“Since his girlfriend died?” I ask, and his eyes widen.
“He told you about Fi?”
I scowl in confusion. “Fi?”
“Yeah, that was her name – Sophia, actually. He told you about her?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“Wow. I guess I didn’t know if he would ever tell you. He keeps all that pretty private. I mean, none of us were even allowed to mention her name for the first couple years.” I fidget in my seat, feeling uncomfortable talking about this behind Logan’s back. If he wants me to know more, then he’ll tell me.
“Hey, don’t you usually go on these things with him?” I ask, hoping to change the subject, and it works.
“Yeah, but they needed a different skill set on this one.”
“What does that mean?”
He shakes his head. “Sorry, Sweets. Club business.”
Just as I’m about to ask him what that means, the door swings open, and Logan walks in, grinning when his gaze lands on me. He walks over to me and braces his arm on the couch as he leans down.
“Hey, Kitten. Ready to go home?” he whispers, and I nod, fighting back my own smile.
“Definitely.”
He helps me get my laptop and notebooks back into my bag before he tells everyone we’re leaving. They all yell crude comments at him as he leads me outside, and I giggle as a few of them make him turn and glare.
“Bunch of animals,” he growls, fighting back a smile, and I laugh again.
“Oh, they weren’t that bad.”
He drops his gaze down to me as we reach his truck, and he pushes me up against the door. “Careful, Baby. You’re going to make me jealous.”
Playfully, I bite down on my lip and glance back over to the clubhouse. “You know, one of them was pretty cute. He was playing pool in the back corner… what was his name?”
Possessiveness flashes in his eyes, and I yelp as he yanks the truck door open and ushers me inside without a word. As he climbs in behind the wheel and fires up the truck, I peek over at him and when our eyes meet, he flashes me a wicked smile.