Sweet. That’s what she is.

Not that Tara’s meek or mild — she’s got fire, and plenty of it. But the taste of her, like spiced honey, intoxicates me. And she’s real, in a way that Deke and I don’t always find with women.

We get a lot of interest, individually, from women who have a biker fetish. That’s all right — we can show them a good time and have one ourselves. And then there are the women who covet the biker lifestyle, and want to get their hooks in us because we lead an MC.

Being on the back of my bike, or my brother’s, would be a coup for a woman like that. But we don’t get involved with women who want to use us that way. No point leading them on, letting them think they’ve got a shot.

Some women just want a good time, with no ulterior motive. Tara’s like that — but the way she responds to us has me craving all I can get. I want to explore every inch of her curvy little body, and find out how deep we can take her — how far she’ll let go and fly high in our arms.

She’s come so many times already I can’t keep track. It just makes me hungry for more. When she shudders through her gazillionth climax, I skim one hand down her body and curl it around her hip.

Deke understands the unspoken signal, and pulls back so I can turn Tara on her side, facing me. My brother moves in close behind her, so she’s sandwiched between us. Feathering my thumb over her cheekbone, I stare into her gorgeous tawny eyes.

We didn’t discuss how this would go beforehand, Deke and I. On the few occasions when we’ve both had the same woman for the night, it was easy to read each other and respond accordingly. He won’t complain about me going first — after all, I’m technically the reason we’re all here together.

“Ready, sugar?”

Tara gives me a languid smile that telegraphs louder than words the pleasure we’ve already brought her. “I’ve never been readier.” Straight out, no games, no pretending.

Sweet.

I snag a condom from the nightstand on my side, and a few seconds later I’m coating myself in her wetness. Her eyes glaze over as I rub the tip of my cock through her folds and over her clit. Behind her, Deke nuzzles her ear and brings an arm around to cup her breast.

When her nails dig into my arm, I lift her leg, drape it over my hip, and start to nudge inside her. She’s tight and hot and feels perfect as I slowly fill her. I keep my eyes on hers, savoring the moment.

“Fuck,” she moans. “You feel so good.” The dirty talk sends a jolt of electricity right to the base of my spine. Damn, she’s hot.

“You too.” My voice comes out almost a growl, because I’m trying to be careful when what I really want is to fuck her brains out, hard and fast and rough until she screams my name. Until her legs are weak and shaky.

I grasp her thigh and open her wider, pushing deeper into her silken depths. “Do it,” she urges. “Take me all the way.”

Hand on her ass, I pull her closer and bury myself inside her. She feels so amazing I have to give myself a moment to clamp down on my impulses. Tara’s eyes have drifted shut, but she opens them again. Her hand tightens on my arm. “Don’t hold back.”

Fuck. That almost undoes me. “I don’t want to hurt you.” My voice is nearly unrecognizable.

Her eyes are glowing in the dim light. “Weeks, I’ve been fantasizing. And it wasn’t about gentleness.”

Holy hardballs. She’s killing me. “Tara—”

“Please, Jake.” She lays a hand against my bearded cheek. “Fuck me. Just the way you want to.”

I kiss her then, hard enough to bruise. My tongue is still inside her mouth when I start to move. I pull out until just the tip is inside, then slam home inside her.

“Fuck!” she yells, and I freeze.

“Tara?”

“Don’t. Stop.”

She couldn’t be more clear, so I take her at her word. Another hard thrust, and another, my hand gripping her chin, holding her face so she can’t look away. “You okay, sugar?” I grit out, rubbing my thumb over her lips.

Tara captures my thumb between her teeth and sucks it, then bites down before she releases me. “Never better.” Her voice is deep and throaty, and my cock swells inside her.

Deke works his arm under her head, tangling his hand in her hair, tightening his grip until she gasps. But she’s not complaining — she’s clamping around me like there’s no tomorrow. His other hand goes down under her thigh, pulling her leg up and out, holding her open for me.

I build up speed until I’m fucking her hard and fast, just the way I wanted. Just the way she wanted me to. The room is filled with the sounds and scents of our bodies meeting. Our primal energies are enough to heat a small city.

Her gasps and moans sink beneath my skin and leave me insatiable. I’ve never had a problem holding on until a woman is thoroughly satisfied, but Tara is testing my limits. Reaching down with my free hand, I find her swollen clit, circling, pressing, pinching lightly.

She tightens like a vise around me an instant before she lets go. “Oh fuck! Fuck yes!” she screams as her orgasm crashes over her. I keep pounding into her, seeking my own release now, staring into her eyes, willing her to give me what I want.

And she does. “Jake,” she groans, and then, as I send her up and over again, “Jake!”

The lightning gathered at the base of my spine strikes hot and hard, shooting through me and out of me, and I bury my cock deep and pour myself into her.