Eleven
Gear
“What the fuck, man?” I ask Reaper as soon as I step outside of the tent.
He just chuckles. “Sorry to intrude, Romeo, but I tried callin’ and you didn’t fuckin’ answer, therefore I had to drag my ass all the way up here to cock block you and tell you that Ryker wants a word first thing tomorrow morning.”
I just stare at him. “And this couldn’t have waited until tomorrow because….”
Reaper barks out a laugh. “Because the prez is fuckin’ stressed as shit and he wanted to be sure you were aware, asshole. Now go fuck your woman.”
For a man so massive, he moves like a ghost. He’s through the trees and out of sight before Veronica even finishes gasping inside the tent.
“Well that was rude!” she says as I crawl back inside.
I can’t help but laugh at the indignation on her face. “That’s Reaper for ya. He won’t be teachin’ any Miss Manners classes anytime soon.”
Veronica huffs. “How did he even know we weren’t just sleeping in here? Pretty presumptuous if you ask me.”
“Babe,” I say, laying down beside her and rolling until I’ve got her pinned beneath my body. Her eyes soften as I look down at her. “I don’t have a shirt on, and I have a fuckin’ gorgeous woman in my tent. Doesn’t take a genius to figure it out.”
“You think I’m gorgeous?” she breathes.
“Believe I said fuckin’ gorgeous.” She smiles and I reach up and tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “You look even more gorgeous when you let those mile-high walls down and are lookin’ at me like you are right now.”
She lets out a breath, her body trembling a little beneath mine. Her blue eyes bore into mine as her chest heaves. “I’m not a whore,” she says, shocking the shit out of me.
My head jerks back. “Babe, why would you even say that shit? Of course you’re not a whore.”
“I just …” Her voice trails off and her teeth sink into her kiss swollen lower lip. “I just want you to know. I don’t sleep around. I don’t do this whole one night thing. This isn’t my usual behavior.”
“Who said anythin’ about one night?” I say, lowering my lips until their just a whisper from her own. “I may be a biker, baby, but I’m no whore either. I’m into you. Like really fuckin’ into you. I don’t know if I can stop at just one night.”
She grins up at me. Not the reaction I was expecting. “You’re a smooth talker Gear …” She pauses and cocks her head to the side. “I don’t even know your real name.”
I brush her lips with mine and pull back to grin at her. “Gear is my real name. No joke. My parents were both in the life and Mom was a bit nutty. Gear Henderson, at your service.”
Her fingertips flutter up and run along my brow. “Well then, Gear Henderson, it’s very nice to meet you.”
Fuck, this woman. My lips meet hers softly at first, but when hers part on a gasp, I can’t stop myself. Taking what she offers, I slip my tongue inside and slide it slowly against hers. She tastes like heaven.
As one, our tongues wrestle together and our hands explore each other’s bodies. In an instant, we go from playful to primal and every inch of my flesh burns for her. In a move I wasn’t expecting, Veronica pushes back on my chest and does some too quick maneuver with her leg, and suddenly I’m the one on the bottom and she’s straddling me, her centre poised right on top of my aching cock.
In one fluid motion, her shirt comes up and over her head. She’s not wearing a bra, and my hands come up, using the backs of my fingers to run across her perfect little nipples. “Take your pants off,” she breathes, her hands clamoring at my giant belt buckle.
She doesn’t need to tell me twice. Looking at her right now, writhing on top of me, her blonde locks draping over her shoulder in wild disarray, not to mention that she’s half naked, my cock is throbbing for her.
Once I get the clip undone, Veronica does the rest, unbuttoning and unzipping and using her hands and feet to push my jeans out of her way. And then she whips off her shorts.
“Jesus, baby, slow down. This isn’t a race.” I’m going to have to ask Reaper what the hell kind of pain killers he gave my woman.
“Shut up,” she says, sliding a condom over my shaft, and then she sinks down on top of me, her velvet walls surrounding my steel cock, and I’m lost. Lost in the pleasure, lost in the moment, but mostly just lost in her.
I watch as her body rolls and trembles on top of mine, barely able to catch my breath at how goddamn good this feels. I’ve fucked my share of women. It’s never felt like this before. I buck my hips and hold her waist, grinding her down on top of me. I can feel it just before it happens. Her pussy clamps down on me so hard I can barely move, and then she’s cumming. Her fingers digging into my pecs, her head thrown back as she moans out my name. It’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen. It’s also the most erotic and I can’t take it anymore.
She’s barely come down from her release before I flip her. “I know you like control, baby, but so do I. Now hold the fuck on.”
Her eyes widen as I fuck her, my hips pounding into her. The sounds of skin on wet skin and heavy breathing mix with my grunts and her moans. I fuck her. I fuck her so hard, I know she’ll never be the same.
I don’t want her to be the same after this. I know I won’t be. I want to mark her. I want to make her mine.
When her fingernails bite into my ass, urging me to go faster, I lose all control. My rhythm is lost. A second orgasm from Veronica accompanies my own and together we tremble and hold on tight, riding the wave of ecstasy.
We stay that way for a minute, with me still inside her, both of us panting and trying to catch our breath. When her eyes meet mine, my grin grows wide. “It’s nice to meet you to Miss Argent.”