The thought of that almost drove him to lose his shit as much as her saying she belonged to him. The need to mark her as his was a base instinct he couldn’t shake. Almost as if, if he did it, all other men would automatically be warned off. The same as if she wore his cut.
Selfish. Foolish. But true.
He grimaced as he dug his fingers into her left hip to hold her in place while using the thumb on his right hand to tease her little, tight hole. It was so damn tempting.
The way her hips were pinned to the fender, he couldn’t access her clit so easily. So, he pulled out—doing his damnedest not to rip off the wrap—turned her over, wrapped her legs around his waist and jerked her to him until her ass was perched on the edge of the fender.
Then he drove deep inside her again. This time he could see her face, her expression, even in the moonlight. It was goddamn beautiful every time he pumped into her and every time he pulled out until only the very rim of his dick remained inside her.
Her fingers dug into his bare ass trying to pull him closer, even though it was impossible.
“Who do you belong to?” he growled.
“You.”
“And who else?”
“No one.” Not even a fucking hesitation.
He pulled her legs even tighter around him and leaned over, brushing his thumbs over the hard nipples punching through her shirt. He licked up her neck that was arched and vulnerable, brushed his lips along her jawline, before taking her mouth.
Claiming it like he’d claimed her. As he powered up and into her, as he kissed her, he was taking what was his. What would always be his.
No one else’s.
He never felt like this about any other woman before. It should scare him, but it didn’t, it felt natural and so fucking right.
It seemed as if dealing with his past had pushed him into the arms of his future.
He was only twenty-eight, he shouldn’t even want to be tied down to one woman. But he wouldn’t allow her to slip through his fingers and into another man’s hands. The risk of losing her outweighed the risk of them being caught, even the risk of losing his freedom to fuck whoever he wanted.
To know she would be his and only his gave him an undeniable primitive satisfaction. Like a damn caveman who sees a female, clubs her over the head, and drags her into his cave by her hair.
Mine.
For fuck’s sake, he was devolving instead of evolving. All because of a woman. All because of some animalistic instinct to possess her.
With their mouths still fused together, he tweaked both nipples through her shirt, causing her to grab his, in turn, and twist.
Fuck yeah.
She had joked about them being his launch buttons, but that wasn’t a lie. Being inside her soft, wet heat with their tongues fighting for control, and then that…
She needed to come and soon.
He pulled his mouth from hers, his breathing rapid and rough, and warned, “You do that at your own risk.”
Her answer was an upward tilt of her hips as she twisted his piercings even harder. He groaned into her neck, reaching down and pinching her clit as he continued to pound her in a rush to get her to the finish line before he did.
He plucked at the swollen nub and sucked the soft skin at her throat as she continued the onslaught of his now tender and throbbing nipples. She didn’t let up, so neither did he, until suddenly her mouth opened and, before the wail could escape, he clamped a hand over it. Her teeth sunk into his palm as he contained her scream.
He’d love to give her a second orgasm before he got his own, but this was supposed to be a quickie and he hated them being exposed like this. Now was not about numbers but a reminder…
A reminder for both of them.
With one last deep push of his hips, his breath caught and his dick got even harder a few seconds before he spilled inside her. Again, he wished that was true, and the wrap hadn’t captured it all.
He fell on top of her, breathing hard, his dick still twitching where it was rooted deep inside her. The energy he had while fucking her suddenly gone. Both of them were now two boneless bodies sprawled across the hood of a Hyundai Kona.
He remained inside her when he planted his palms on the vehicle’s hood, one on each side of her head, and rose up enough to look down into her moonlit face.
She reached up, grabbed his face between her hands and pulled him back down for a long, thorough kiss. As they did so, she squeezed his cock and he groaned.
She clenched around him once more then gradually ended the kiss.
“And what about you, Rev?” she asked softly before releasing him.
He stared down at her, wishing he could see the green in her eyes, the red of her lips and the little brush burn she got on her fair skin from his beard whenever they kissed for more than a few seconds. “What about me?”
“Who do you belong to?”
Chapter Nineteen
“Who do you belong to?”
Before he got to answer, a noise had them both jerk into action. After separating quickly, Reilly jumped into the driver’s seat of her Kona and shut the door as quietly as she could.
He pulled off the full wrap, knotting the end and dropping it to the ground near her tire. He quickly yanked up his jeans, shrugged on his cut and gathered his belt and wallet, putting both of those back in place. His heart beat wildly as he did his best to do it all quietly, until whoever it was moved on.
He did not want to get caught with Reilly and he damn well didn’t want them to get caught together with their pants down. He could see her struggling to pull on her jeans while sitting in the driver’s seat. At least with the door closed, the view of her bare ass was blocked from prying eyes.
He waited a few more seconds and, sticking to the shadows, peered around the corner of the shed, looking for whoever it was.
A tall shadow moved through the darkness only a few feet from where Rev now stood. His jaw shifted and his blood began to boil at the thought of someone spying on them.
Rev stepped out from behind the corner of the shed to confront whoever it was. “Hey!”
The dark figure stopped, not at all acting surprised someone was back there. A telling sign. “Yo,” came the low grumbled response.
Scar.
Fuck.
Had he seen them? Had he seen Reilly naked from the waist down? Had he watched them while they fucked?
Rev’s fingers curled into tight fists, drawing on his common sense not to launch himself at the prospect and pound him into the ground.
“What are you doin’ out here?” he asked and waited for the prospect to throw the same question back at him. While it would be stupid on his part—a prospect should never question a patched member—Scar seemed to question shit he shouldn’t. He tended to have a “don’t give a fuck” attitude about most everything. That alone could get him in trouble with the club and law enforcement. Which was probably the reason he’d spent most of his adult life in prison.
But this time he didn’t boomerang the question back at Rev. Instead, the scarred man stared through the dark at Rev for longer than necessary—or even comfortable—before grunting, “Rounds.”
“What d’you mean rounds?” Rev walked toward Scar, in an attempt to draw him away from where Reilly was. He only hoped the woman would wait until Rev returned and gave her the all-clear before driving away.