“Good girl.” He slid his fingers inside her and nipped the side of her throat. “Do you know how much I’ve thought about your tits today? How many times I remembered the way your moan sounded last night when I made you feel good? Sexy woman. I can’t keep my eyes off you.”
He kissed her neck, and she melted against him. His fingers slid in and out of her slowly. Too slowly. Cheyenne slid her hands under his T-shirt, ran her fingertips over the hard mounds of his abs to the perfect line between his pecs. He was so warm and strong under her touch.
“I don’t want you pulling away from me anymore,” he murmured against her ear, his lips brushing her sensitive earlobe. “I don’t want you worrying about the eyes on us or the stupid things people say. They’ll get used to us eventually.”
“You don’t care they’ll think…”
“Think what?” he asked, easing back.
“That I’m yours?”
“You are mine. Why would I care who sees that? I’m proud of you. Proud that you care about me back. You think those opinions out there matter to me? They don’t. Not even a little. When I say I don’t give a fuck about any of that? I mean I literally don’t care. I care about my mom, my step-dad, and I care about you.”
“And your career,” she whispered.
“And that. The better I do, the better I can take care of the people whose opinions matter.” He kissed her gently. “Like you. Someday soon, you’re going to figure out what you’ve done to me.” He slowed the pace down—fingers in…slower. He pulled them out, and pushed in again.
Her heart was beating so fast with his admissions. She’d never been with a man who was so open and honest. So confident in her and what they had together. It made her feel safe.
“Is there time?” she asked, writhing against his hand.
His dark eyes filled with question for a split second before understanding took over his smile. Without a word, he locked the door beside them and pulled her over to the countertop near the shower. The lighting above cast his chiseled jaw in shadows, and his eyes sparked with intensity as he shoved her jeans and panties down her hips. He didn’t even bother to take them off, just pushed them down. He gripped the back of her neck, bent her over, and gave her the devil’s grin in the mirror. “Watch.”
Okay. Okay, she would literally do anything he asked right now. She loved him being this dominant. Yes, man, do what you want!
The slap of his hand came out of nowhere, landed smack-dab on her right ass cheek, and for a second, it burned, but he rubbed it soothingly and took the sting right out as he murmured, “You’re gonna remember what I do to you when you see that handprint tonight.”
Oh, my God, this is so hot. She’d always heard about spanking but hadn’t ever thought it was her thing. Uuuuh, it was definitely her thing! She caught a glimpse of her hungry expression in the mirror. Why was she smiling like a psychopath? Be cool. Get boned. Admire your handprint later.
He rolled against her back, ran his fingertips down her spine, and she melted against his touch.
“Mmmmm, I love the way you respond to me.” The jingle of his buckle and the rip of his zipper sent chills of anticipation up her body. His arm flexed as he pushed down his pants, and then he leaned into her, rubbed the head of his cock between her wet folds.
She was already gone. Already rocking back against him, panting. He peeled off his shirt, then pulled hers over her head, but he didn’t bother to take off her bra. Nope. He just pulled her tits out of the top and gripped her hips, shook her to watch her breasts bob in the mirror.
When he slid into her from behind, her body rocked with the movement. Two Shots rolled his eyes closed, but then opened them again, watched her boobs bounce every time he thrust into her. And, oh Mylanta, it felt so good. Nothing in the outside world mattered right now. Not the rumors, the riders, the media, or her past. Just now, with him. With the man who owned her body and heart.
He liked watching her, she could tell, and that made the tingling pressure between her legs feel even better. His fingertips dug into her hips as he pulled her backward to meet his strokes. Faster now…faster. Harder and deeper, and she loved this. Loved watching him in the mirror as he took her from behind.
Oh, this man really did own her. This shifter. But that was okay because, from the look on his face…she owned him, too.
He rolled his head back, exposing his Adams apple as he pummeled into her, faster…faster now. He let off a rumble in his throat after he lowered his gaze back to her. Two Shots leaned forward, covering her back with his warm, strong chest, and he wrapped an arm around her waist, kept her so tight against him as he bucked into her.
She was there. She was there! “Two Shots! Ooooooh!”
His grin was wicked as he rammed into her harder…harder…so deep…oooooh. He tensed and froze, and she could feel his warmth spurting inside her. Her body responded with release, the pulsing sensation pounding through her. It felt so good she had to close her eyes to the world. Had to.
Arched back, she gasped his name over and over until her body was spent. He laid biting kisses along her shoulder blades, but she couldn’t even come up with anything coherent to say. Right now, she didn’t even remember her own name.
With a wicked grin at her reflection, he murmured, “This is my new pre-buck routine. Now I’m ready.”
And he looked ready. His eyes were dark, and his muscles looked bigger. Fuller. He looked taller as he straightened his spine and pulled out of her.
Warmth trickled down her thighs, and she loved it. Loved everything about being with him. In his arms, she didn’t have to think or work. He just made her feel good. Made her feel like a goddess. Filled her with confidence and made all the chaos in her head slow down until there was just glorious silence.
He spun her and cupped her neck, kissed her. It was a rough one with little bites to her bottom lip every time he disengaged. It was perfect.
She cupped his cheeks and searched his dark animal eyes. “Don’t split us up,” she said low, repeating him and Dead’s words. “I want to keep you.”
“You want me to lay his ass in the dirt early or play with him a little?”
“Get it done early.”
He nodded once and then lifted her hand to his lips where he laid a soft kiss to her knuckles. “Anything you want.”
The flask she’d given him earlier was on the bathroom counter, and she handed it to him along with the shot glass. “It’s almost time, Two Shots.”
He poured a shot and drank it down. Poured another and kissed her, let the burning whisky trickle from his lips into her throat. She drank that one down. Burn, burn, burn. That sexy man was going to teach her so much. He took his second shot and then shook his hair out. “Howeee, that shot’s hitting just right.”
She cast a quick glance at the clock on the wall. “Ten minutes until you need to be in chute number three. I can give you space to change.” Her body was still tingling with a drunken sort of pleasure, but they had crap to accomplish right now.
He left her there, cleaning up and re-dressing. She kept her eyes downcast so he wouldn’t think she was spying on his change. “I’ll go let the boys know to start Changing,” she said on a breath as she made her way to the door.