"Fuck," I hissed as she slipped her soft lips around me while glancing over at me.
Sure, it was hot as fuck to wake up to getting your dick sucked by a woman you'd risked everything for.
But it was hotter still to see pure desire in her eyes when she looked up at you while doing it.
Nothing was sexier than a woman who wanted to suck your cock, who wasn't doing it because she felt like she needed to, or was reciprocating you going down on her.
A woman who wanted to selflessly please you?
Hottest fucking thing in the world.
Even if I planned to please her right back until she screamed my name.
Reaching out, I gathered the hair that threatened to block my view, holding it in a loose hold at the base of her neck as she started to take more of me into her mouth.
Her body jolted as her gag reflex engaged, but she just waited for a second before taking me deeper. It was a move that made me lose control for a moment, my hips jerking upward into her mouth, making the head touch the back of her throat.
I nearly came right then and there with visions of my come sliding down her throat.
But I wanted more, needed more.
I wanted it to last a little longer.
Settled deep, lips tight, Nova let out a low moaning sound that vibrated around me before starting to suck me off. Slow and careful at first, then gaining in momentum as my hand fisted in her hair, as my airless curses encouraged her, spurred her on.
One of her hands slipped under my cock, tentatively stroking my balls as she sucked me harder and faster.
"Fuck, Nova," I growled, and there was no stopping my hips from thrusting up into her welcoming mouth. "I'm gonna come," I warned her. When she didn't pull away, my hand crushed into her skull at the base of her neck, forcing my cock to the back of her throat again as the orgasm slammed into my system, making me come harder than I ever remembered coming before.
Right down her throat.
Like I'd wanted.
And she swallowed me back with a little moan that sent a new wave of desire through my system.
I'd barely managed to recover before I was folding up, grabbing her, tossing her onto the mattress, and yanking her tee up with one hand.
My lips closed around her nipple, sucking hard, then harder still when a moan escaped her.
My teeth nipped her as my hand moved down into her panties, stroking up her pussy that was soaked just from sucking me off.
Fucking perfect.
A throat clearing had Nova jerking away from me, curling up onto her side as I glanced up to see Bat standing there with a smirk on his face.
"Whoops," he said, not sounding sorry at all.
He'd always been an early riser. I remembered him once claiming that drinking made him catch a solid three or four hours of sleep, then wake up refreshed. He couldn't sleep in even if he wanted to.
"Brought you both some coffee," he said as Nova attempted to fold up into herself. "Figured you'd be up since you hit the sack so early. I can come back in, what, three minutes?" he asked, smirking at me. "If you're refreshed enough, maybe five?" he kept ribbing.
"What time is it?" I asked, reaching for my cup, and flicking the sheets over Nova who was going to keep pretending that Bat didn't know she was there, and knew exactly what we'd been doing.
"Half after six. Got at least a couple hours before the rest of the club gets up. You can steal the shower before you hit the road. Unless you want to stay another night or two."
"Wish we could," I said, meaning it. I liked Bat and his club. "But we have a destination in mind. We're trying to get there on schedule."
"That poor girl's thighs are going to ache like she let a whole club run a train on her," he said, lips twitching when Nova whimpered, realizing we weren't going to make the conversation as short as possible to ease her unfounded embarrassment.
She didn't know it, but we'd both happened in on the other fucking someone—or a group of someones—before. It wasn't a big deal.
But, I guess, it was to her.
"She doesn't look it, but she's made of tough stuff," I told him, not entirely sure why I felt the need to defend her like she was mine. She wasn't. I was just helping her for fuck's sake. And enjoying her body along the way. Eventually, letting her enjoy mine.
"I'll get some bacon and eggs frying up," Bat offered. "A little more flesh would make the ride more pleasant," he said, putting her mug on the table beside the bed.
He wasn't wrong about that.
"I appreciate it," I told him, nodding.
He nodded too, moving to walk off, but then coming back, a brow quirked up.
"Out of curiosity," he said, giving me a knowing look. "Any idea why I got a call from your president today, looking for you?"
Fuck.
If Ace was putting feelers out, it didn't bode well for my original plan. Because if he called Bat, he'd call the others clubs we'd been in contact with over the years.
"Told 'em I'd seen you," Bat said. "But that you had already passed through. Don't know what the fuck you got yourself into, and it ain't my business, but I don't want that trouble here."
"I shouldn't have brought you into it," I said, shaking my head. "I didn't think he'd be looking for me at the clubs so quickly." I guess the fucker knew me better than I thought he did.
"Shit happens," Bat said, shrugging. "Know you well enough to figure you got your reasons for whatever it is. But I'd like to know if a shitstorm is coming my way, so we can get some cover from it."
"I wouldn't let that happen. No. And we will be out of here after we clean up."
"The bed is here," he offered, waving at it. "If you need a day to rework your plans."
"No, it's alright. I can do it on the fly. Riding gives me time to think."
"Alright. But I offered."
"And I appreciate it," I said, meaning it. "If I ever get my shit sorted, I owe you."
"Well, if you ever get your shit sorted, I would never turn down a good party."
"You got it."
"Looking forward to it. I'll get breakfast going. Baby girl, how do you like your eggs?" he asked, getting another whimpering noise out of Nova.
"Can't go wrong with scrambled, I guess," Bat said, a big smile pulling at his lips.
"You gonna come out of there?" I asked when Bat was gone, his heavy footsteps clomping up the stairs.
"Nope. I live here now."
"Come on, we're all adults. We all fuck. It's whatever."
"You had your face up my shirt and your hand down my pants," she reminded me as I flicked the sheet off of her body.
"Don't remind me. We don't have time," I said, disappointment a palpable thing coursing through my system.
"How am I going to face him?" she grumbled.
"You'll feel better after some meds and a shower," I told her, reaching for the backpack, getting her the drugs, then handing her the only change of clothes I had. "Come on," I demanded, reaching down to grab her hand, pulling her onto her feet.
She dragged her feet, but went along with me. And as much as I wanted to join her, I left her alone in the bathroom while I tried to figure out what the fuck we were going to do next.