But he looked so damn conflicted. His erection was raging in his jeans, but he looked about ready to puke. That wasn’t giving her the warm fuzzies since what he was looking at was her naked on his bed.
Time to get out the big guns.
She sighed and dropped her hand, then rolled off the bed and to her feet. “I guess if you don’t want to fuck me, I’ll get dressed and go find someone else who will.”
One thing she learned in the last year of being around bikers was they were possessive of their women. Like crazy possessive and protective. She might not be Rev’s “woman,” or ol’ lady, but she worked with him, had ridden on the back of his sled many times and spent a lot of time around him.
She already knew the response she would get to her “threat” and, of course, she wasn’t disappointed.
“Don’t you fuckin’ dare.” His order was so gruff, so alpha, it made everything on and in her clench tight.
With long, determined strides, he advanced toward the bed, his expression hard, his eyes clearly shouting that his orders were not to be messed with.
Finally.
As he closed in on her, she jutted out her hand for a pinky swear again. A noise so guttural came from deep within his chest, it made her lose her breath for a second. She lost it again when he grabbed her wrist, yanked her forward, shoved his hands into her hair and slammed their mouths together.
Fuck the pinky swear. This was so much better.
Finally, finally, finally!
She’d been wanting this for a long time, but figured it might never happen, not at home, and certainly not with Rev’s concern about getting jammed up because of it. They had skirted around each other for months.
Months!
She’d noticed his reaction when she and Rook had pretended to be involved for social media pictures to draw the dead douchebag—undead at the time—out of hiding. She saw his reaction when any of the other guys did overly-friendly flirting with her. Even if it was only in fun.
She truly didn’t want him to risk his brotherhood, or even his life, just because she wanted him. Because of that, she was serious about no one having to know what happened, or would happen, in this room. Okay, yes, she tended to blab a lot, but she also knew when to keep her mouth shut.
She would do it about this. He shouldn’t worry at all.
And—
Holy shit, the man could kiss. She’d never seen him kissing any sweet butt or hang-around. None of the guys did. The women’s purpose was for one thing and one thing only and it was not getting intimate.
His hands were now fisted tightly in her hair, holding her in place as he took total possession of her mouth. Total freaking possession with his lips and tongue. Her breasts ached, her nipples peaked painfully, her pussy was crying tears of arousal for his attention.
Holy shit, this was really going to happen, wasn’t it? He wouldn’t change his mind and then just leave her hanging, cold and wanting? He better not…
She grabbed the back of his head to hold on, too. She was not going to let him have second thoughts. Not even for a damn second.
Her thighs quivered, her breathing slowed, her pulse quickened and she pressed her taut nipples into his chest. A groan came from deep within him and she captured and combined it with her own.
She dug her hand between them and hurried to yank open the button on his jeans and slide down his zipper. As soon as she did, she dug her hand into his boxer briefs and grabbed the hot, solid length of him. Delicate silky skin encased his thick, pulsing cock, and her thumb found the drop of precum at the slit and smoothed it around the crown.
He ripped his mouth from hers, pressed his forehead onto the top of her head and thrust upward into her palm with a loud moan. “Fuck, babe.”
He rarely called her that at the shop, or even on the farm, but when he did… holy hell, it was a huge turn-on for her. It was another word the guys tended to throw around like “baby” or “woman” out of habit, normally without any deep meaning.
But she never heard him call anyone else babe. Not once. Only her. And now that she thought of it, when he did, it was never within earshot of anyone else. He seemed to reserve that endearment only for her. Why hadn’t she ever noticed that before?
Her voice was thick and slightly husky when she said, “I’ve seen you fuck other women, too many times to count, now I want to watch you fuck me.”
He pressed his cheek against hers, thrust into her palm again and put his mouth to her ear. “You ain’t the same.”
“Prove it,” she demanded on a shaky breath. “Do everything you said earlier and more.”
“Fuck, Reilly…”
“No. It’s only me and you in this damn room. That’s it. You disabled my locator app, so no one knows I’m with you. It’s just us. And now I’m going to confess something I haven’t told you before.”
He pulled back and his eyes were flickering blue flames as he stared down at her. “What?”
She tugged gently on his cock, loving the way the hot skin rolled up and down his steely length. How his hips followed the movement slightly, how every pull drew more silky fluid to the tip.
He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, a hiss escaping him as she began to milk his cock more rigorously. More determined than ever for them to keep going and for him not to think twice and bring everything to a screeching halt.
“I’ve wanted this,” her heart did a little dance in her chest as she revealed, “wanted you for a while now.”
She had never made a big deal out of it before and had flirted with him the same as the rest of the guys, so she doubted he knew.
His eyes opened and he curled his fingers around her wrist, stopping her action. “How long?”
“Does it matter?”
His fingers squeezed her wrist and he peeled her hand from his searing hot, pulsing cock.
“You don’t like what I’m doing?”
“Fuckin’ like it. Just don’t wanna come like this. And you touchin’ me like you are ain’t makin’ it easy to keep from doin’ that. What I also want is an answer.”
“Months.” She wasn’t ashamed to admit it.
“Months? While you were climbin’ on someone else’s cock?” he growled.
“Same number of months I think you wanted me, too, but were sticking your dick in anyone with tits who bent over and offered.”
“Ain’t so easy, Reilly.”
Wasn’t that the damn truth? She sighed. “I know. That’s why I tried not to let it bother me. It’s also why anything I did shouldn’t bother you, either.”
He stared down at her and she could see him considering her words.
“Yeah,” he finally said softly.
Well, look at that, he didn’t go all jealous gorilla on her. “How about we take this opportunity to make the impossible possible.”
He cupped her face and dropped his until his lips were directly above hers. “And then what happens after?”
That answer was easy but unfortunate. “The possible becomes impossible once more.” She wasn’t going to kid herself that it wouldn’t.
She also couldn’t forget they were currently stuck in the middle of a Stephen King or M. Night Shyamalan event. The bizarre shit with his parents still existed and, back in Manning Grove, rules still remained that Rev couldn’t break.