On a growl, his hand slipped up to grab the waistbands of my pants and panties, drawing them down until they fell by themselves to the floor, leaving me bare from the waist down standing in front of the giant window overlooking the river.
There was barely a pause before my shirt was being dragged off as well, leaving me completely naked and him fully clothed.
Which wouldn’t do.
Before he could reach for me again—and it became impossible for me to think clearly—I turned around to face him, reaching up to slide his leather cut off his shoulders, then removing his shirt as well.
It never failed to amaze me just how toned he was, how I could literally sink a fingertip between his muscles, then watch them twitch at my touch.
I’d spent countless hours tracing my fingers over the tattoos covering his skin, learning the stories to the ones that had them, and just hearing the reasons why he’d gotten the others. Still, they fascinated me, begged for me to reach out and touch them.
So I did, tracing one of my favorites. Not because I was attached to the art itself, per se, but because of where it was situated. Over his ribs, but stretching so low down by his hip that it disappeared into the waistband of his pants. Which meant you had to undo them and draw them down to keep exploring.
Cary’s hands curled into fists at his sides as I yanked down his pants and boxer briefs, his body going ramrod straight as my fingers traced back up his thigh and over the tattoo.
Slow.
Borderline torturous.
Completely ignoring the fact that his cock was straining already, that he was as needy as I felt.
Then slowly, I lowered myself down in front of him as I bent my head back, watching his face as my hand closed around his thick length, stroking it to the hilt, then slowly opening my mouth in invitation, waiting for him to make the next move.
On a low, sexy rumble, his hand grabbed the back of my head, pulling me closer, letting his cock slip into my mouth inch by inch. My lips tightened around him, sucking hard as he settled deep.
A muscle ticked in his jaw when I didn’t immediately take over, as he realized what I wanted him to do.
Sucking in a deep breath, his other hand sank into my hair as well, using it to move my mouth up and down on him, letting him set the pace, letting him find what felt best.
It wasn’t long until the slow exploration got harder and faster, until he went from exploring my mouth to fucking it.
“Up, get up,” he demanded, voice tight, hand yanking at my hair, helping me back onto my feet so he could turn me to face out the window.
There was a short pause for protection before he was slamming inside me, taking every last inch of me with one hard thrust.
There was no control then, not for either of us. We were too far gone. It had been too long.
Cary’s hands grabbed my hips, using them to slam me back into him as he thrust forward.
Fast.
Not giving my body a second for the desire to ebb, forcing me up and through the first orgasm so quickly that it caught me off-guard, damn near stealing all the strength in my legs with its intensity.
Cary fucked me through the orgasm before grabbing me as he moved us toward the bed, sitting down off the side with me in his lap, still facing away from him.
“Ride, love,” he demanded as his hand slipped between my thighs, engaging my clit, making desire spark through my system once again as I moved my hips up and down, then around, finding the movement that felt best, then sticking with it as the pressure between my thighs grew to a fever pitch much faster than seemed possible.
“Fuck, yeah, squeeze my cock,” Cary growled as the second orgasm racked my system.
He waited until that orgasm passed through me, leaving me leaning back against him, trying to catch my breath. But then he was grabbing me again, turning me, pressing me back against the mattress, then kneeling in front of me.
Reaching down, he grabbed both of my legs, yanking them upward, and pressing them against his shoulder as he slammed back inside me.
His hand pushed down on my lower belly, the pressure creating a new feeling, a more acute sensation of the fullness inside of me.
And then he started to fuck me.
Not as fast, but hard, making me finally understand why the hotel room’s headboards were mounted on the wall and not actually attached to the bed, because if it was, we would have been seriously disturbing whoever was on the other side of the wall as Cary drove me up one final time, as my whimpers became loud moans, then gasps for air as the third orgasm worked its way through my system, somehow even more intense than the two before.
“Fuck, baby,” Cary groaned as he slammed deep, coming on the tail-end of my orgasm, then collapsing down at my side.
“I missed that,” I admitted, turning on my side to press a kiss to his upper arm.
“Me too, love.”
“Let’s never go that long without it again,” I said, feeling playful in the aftermath of all the oxytocin.
“You’re the boss,” he agreed, shooting me a sleepy-eyed, but satisfied smile. “Maybe we should switch to the clubhouse for a while,” he suggested, reaching out to run his thumb down my jaw. “A change of scenery.”
“I thought Fallon didn’t want me in the clubhouse.”
“That was before his brother got shot. And Louana. He’s invested now. Stop,” he demanded, reading my face. “You don’t need to feel guilty. The club, they understand this shit. Did I ever tell you about how Fallon met Danny?”
“No, actually.”
“Danny had Reign, Fallon’s dad, our president at the time, kidnapped.”
“No way.”
“Yeah way. And Roderick, he met his girl Liv when she stole a shipment right out from under him when he was trying to do a drop. Roan’s girl tried to sneak into the compound to kill him. Trust me, love, everyone there has a different kind of acceptance for the women and the wild shit they tend to bring around the club. No one is going to think twice about your history.”
Well, when he put it that way, it did sort of seem like my issues kind of paled in comparison to the others. And that was only a couple examples. The club, apparently, was full of stories like that.
I probably had nothing to worry about.
“Besides, you’re a part of my life now. You’re going to be around them a lot. The quicker you get to know everyone, the easier it will be to feel like a part of the group.”
That made sense.
The club and all the wives and kids and such, that was a family to Cary. It was important that I stopped avoiding them, and got to know them instead.
I mean, everyone I’d already met had been nothing but nice and understanding.
“Okay. Let’s do it,” I decided. “Now,” I added as I sat up.
“Give a man a minute to recover,” he grumbled.
“Nope. I am going stir crazy here. Let’s get a move on,” I told him, already getting up to collect my clothes off the ground and climb back in them.
With a loud grumble, Cary got off the bed, grabbing his clothes, and making his way toward the bathroom as I started to tidy up the room, putting our clothes in our bags, moving all the garbage to the pail, then sitting and waiting for Cary.
I could hear him on the phone, saying something about bringing the SUV, then something else that was too low to make out.
“In a rush now, are you?” he asked when he reemerged from the bathroom, giving me a soft smile when he saw the bags lined up and ready to go.