My breathing is choppy, and I long to reach back and touch him.
My pussy squeezes around him, making him fight to get deeper. It only drives him wild. “Fuck, baby doll. I’m gonna make sure you feel me every time you sit down tomorrow.”
I shudder in a breath and gasp as he wraps his hand around my throat, pulling me up until my back is pressed against his sweat slick chest. He pants in my ear. “You like it wild. So do I. You’re fucking perfect for me.”
I turn my head and capture his mouth for a quick kiss, then pant, “Do your worst.”
I feel his smile against my cheek, and his hand tightens ever so slightly. Another flood of release flows over his dick.
He licks up the side of my throat and drops his other hand to my pussy, his fingers rubbing circles around my clit until I’m bucking. He’ll have none of it, though, demanding control as he locks an arm around my ribs and tightens his hold to pin me to him.
“Make me work for it, work for that sweet pussy, work for you. I will because you’re worth it, sweetheart,” he growls in my ear.
I buck harder, my pussy clenching down on him, giving him what he wants.
His teeth slice over my earlobe, nibbling while he fucks me hard and rough and wild.
“I’m close.” I barely breathe the words, but I don’t need to say them. My body tells him everything he needs to know.
“Is it too much? Am I too rough?”
“I can take it.”
“That so?” He buries his fingers in my hair and tugs until my head is back as far as it can go, my throat exposed. His sparkling eyes lock with my dreamy-eyed ones.
“I like you controlling me,” I murmur, taking all of him again and again. He doesn’t look away, doesn’t blink. Each stroke is ecstasy. This is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
His voice is thick with barely restrained need. “Give it to me. Come for me, Tess.” He covers my mouth with his, and I let myself go a third time, giving in to the pleasure I tried to hold back.
How could I think a man like him would settle for anything less than my absolute surrender to the sensations he’s dragging out of me?
My release flows over him as I undulate my hips, rubbing my ass against him, accepting the harsh kiss until he pulls away, bares his teeth, and roars with his own release.
His arms lock around my ribs, and he pants against the curve of my neck. Slowly his hold gentles, and he takes me down to the mattress, before disappearing to deal with the condom.
When he returns, he crawls in next to me and gathers my body against his. Brushing the hair from my face, his gaze takes me in.
“The look on your face.” His voice is wistful. “Fuck, I’m screwed.”
“I think that would be me, actually.”
Those white teeth flash and the lines around his eyes crinkle. “You’re a funny girl.”
“You’re a funny guy.”
His brows lift. “Can’t say I’ve ever been labeled that before.”
“Maybe we should skip the labels.”
“I haven’t been this surprised by a woman in a long fucking time.”
“You’re not exactly what I expected either.”
“How so?”
I try to formulate the words. “You’re deeper than just a guy looking for a fast fuck.”
“A fast fuck? I don’t do those. Well, rarely. Unless you like it that way, then I can be accommodating.”
“I’ll remember that.”
His fingertips travel up and down my spine. My body is like a puddle of melted wax, all limp and sated. It isn’t long before his fingers stray down to swirl through the wetness of my release.
“Again?” I whisper in disbelief when he rolls up on his side.
“Gonna play with you until I’m ready to go again. That’ll be about the time I get you ramped up.”
“What about sleep?”
“Not gonna let you sleep. Every time we finish, we’re gonna start over.”
He was true to his word, only falling into exhausted sleep as dawn approached, and me right behind him.
I wake up and glance around. Nope, it wasn’t a dream. A clock by the bed says six a.m. I blink against the morning sun and stare over at the man in bed with me. He’s on his stomach, the sheet just barely covering his ass. The cute little dimples at the base of his spine are revealed. I go up on an arm to get a better view now that there’s light in the room, and that’s when my eyes hit the full back tattoo—the one I couldn’t see in the dark last night.
I don’t need to read the words; the exact replica of the Devil Kings MC’s center patch tells me everything.
Oh. My. God.
What have I done?
He’s turned away from me, and all I can see is his profile.
Goddamn it, he can’t be one of them. No. I scream on the inside but keep still as a statue on the outside. My heart races, and I feel light headed. This can’t be happening. Lord, please tell me I did not just sleep with one of my father’s MC brothers.
I scan the room, my gaze furtive. That’s when I spot the black leather cut hanging over the back of a desk chair, its colors on full display. Devil Kings MC, Georgia.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity-fuck!
How could I have been so stupid?
The last thing on this earth I want is to go down the same road my mother did. I worked too hard getting my associates degree in business administration and working my ass off at my job, fighting tooth and nail to be considered for the promotion to events planner to throw it all away for some biker, even if he is the best sex I’ve ever had.
Panic sets in, and I know I have to get the hell out of this room, out of this house. Now.
I slip from the bed, scoop up by clothes, and grab my little cross body bag that barely holds my phone and wallet.
I tiptoe across the room and pause in the doorway. I can’t resist taking one last look at the man. He was amazing last night. We clicked sexually in a way I’ve never experienced.
I sigh at the unfairness of it all and slip out.
I move down the hall and stop in the kitchen to scramble into my clothes. It’s as neat as the rest of the house, and I wonder if there’s a girlfriend he’s cheating on who comes over and cleans his place. Asshole. I want to believe it because I want to wash away all the good from last night and replace it with a different painting—one of a jerk who’d cheat on his woman. It’ll be easier to walk away, and I know I have to walk away. There is no way in hell I’m getting involved with one of those bastards from my father’s MC. No fucking way.
I quietly move through the garage and into the cool morning air. I jog half a block away before I pull my phone out and call Hayley.
On the third ring, she picks up, sounding groggy as hell.
“…’lo?”
“It’s me,” I hiss.
Her voice immediately perks up. “Tess? Where are you?”
“I just walked away from his house. Can you come get me?”
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. But you aren’t going to believe who this guy is.”
“He’s Landon LaCroix. I have his picture.”
“He’s also a Devil King.”
“No fucking way!”
“Yep.”