Eve
I’VE NEVER LIKED a side of danger with my sex. But by the time Rev and I reach my house, the fear has become something else. Getting shot at tops no foreplay list I’ve read, but I’m turned on. Or maybe it’s my safety-seeking instinct, my hormones certain that hooking up with the man mountain in front of me would be wise in light of my Colombian situation. Or maybe I’m just looking for excuses.
Rev moves fast for such a big man. He has me off the bike, up the sidewalk and at the door before I can say anything. When I unlock it, he’s so close that my butt brushes his front.
“I’m gonna come by and install a security system tomorrow,” he tells me. “Should have done it before, but didn’t want to freak you out. I’ve got a couple of prospects watching over you, too, and I’ve texted Rocker so he knows there’s a problem.”
“Rev?”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up.” I tug him inside.
Grabbing a bottle of wine from the counter, I head for the fireplace. I don’t give a shit it’s summer. I turn on the gas low, letting the flames lick up the logs. When Rev turns away from the door, the gun tucked in the waistband of his jeans is a visual reminder that he’s a biker and not a nice guy.
“Is being in the club always like that?”
He gives me a hard look. “Got to admit, today’s not been a winner.”
“Help me fix that?” Yes. I’m breaking all my rules. I take a long drink from the bottle and set it down on the floor. Lay down on my stomach watching the flames flicker on the ceramic logs in the fireplace.
“No do-overs in life, princess.” I wouldn’t take the option anyhow. My choices have led me straight here to him and losing him isn’t something I can imagine right now. He’s the best kind of all wrong. So when he drops onto the rug beside me, stretching his legs out? Screw it. Tonight, I’m all in. All about living and feeling, make-believing everything’s going to be a-okay.
I roll over, straddling his legs as I reach for his belt. I pause for a brief second to appreciate the impressive bulge and then, fingers flying, I undo the buckle. His buttons pop, one after another. The dark cotton of his boxer briefs is the tissue paper inside the box of the best Christmas present ever. God, the man’s built. I skim my hands up the outline of his dick to where the tip juts above the edge of his boxers. He makes me feel so much.
He grabs the bottle and steals a swallow of wine. “This really what you want, babe?”
I want him so much that I have no words.
“Less talking, more doing,” I whisper and pull his jeans down his body. Seconds later his boots are off, followed by his shirt. I told Rev to take things slow because I needed to make sure sex with him was the right thing to do, but getting shot at changes everything. Rev feels good, neither of us is dead, and those are the only priorities that matter. Foreplay and patience aren’t necessary because I just want him in me now. Plus, his dick’s a work of art. He jerks when I run a finger up his thick erection. Time to make shit perfectly clear.
“That’s mine,” I tell him.
“You think?” He sounds amused.
“Possession’s nine-tenths of the law.” Leaning forward, I suck him into my mouth.
“Jesus Christ.” He falls back on his elbows, big hands tangling in my hair. His dick goes from zero to sixty, the thick head pushing at the back of my throat. I relax and take him deeper, savoring his harsh groan.
Right now, he’s all mine.
Rev
Evie sucks me like a pro, making me the luckiest fucking man alive. When she said she wasn’t putting out until we had a relationship going, I agreed to respect her boundaries. Not sure how that translated into a blowjob, but when her lips close around my dick, my hips shoot off the floor.
So much for slow. I’m about to come in her mouth and that’s way too fast for both of us. I’ve had women go down on me, but this is different. This is the best.
This is my Evie.
She sucks harder, lips moving up and down my dick like I’m her favorite flavor and my balls tighten. Fuck, she’s good. The best kind of dirty bad. I’m supposed to make sure of her because she’s the club’s ace in the hole, but how do I turn down this? I fist her hair, guiding her deeper and lower. Makes me even more of a bastard—I know that.
I tug her face away from my dick when we get way too close to the point of no return. “You want to do this? No more waiting?”
Her face turns pink and not from the fire. She bites her lip, momentarily uncertain, then her face turns fierce. “Yes.”
Green fucking light.
I roll her onto her back, desperate to get her naked. Her clothes go flying. Shirt, jeans, bra, panties. Thank Christ she lost her shoes somewhere between the front door and the fire, because otherwise I’d be slamming into her half-dressed.
Not gonna lie—eating Evie out is my all-time favorite. Who knew ten minutes could be a fucking lifetime highlight? I stretch my time, licking and teasing, plumping her tits in my hand and pinching the nipples when I stop playing and let go. I’m supposed to give it to her slow, but I always ride balls-out on the highway.
Really hope her curtains aren’t for shit because her neighbors are about to get a show. Kneeing her legs apart, I make a place for myself. She bucks up against me. Nope, nothing slow about this at all. My dick is hard as a rock, and I need to be inside her. She’s on the same page because she tilts her hips up.
Engraved invitation right there.
I yank her legs over my thighs and sit back. World’s best view ever. The fire’s heat plays over her bare skin, lighting up her eyes. Her hair goes every which way and her pussy’s slick and wet.
Mine.
I find her clit, circling her with my thumb. Goddamned beautiful. She’s soaking wet, which will make this easier.
“You want to fuck any particular way?”
She whimpers something, eyes closing, but the sounds coming out of her mouth make no sense. Guess that means it’s my turn to choose.
I stroke my fingers up and down, dipping deeper into her pussy with each pass. When my thumb rubs her clit, she breathes faster and faster. I’m trying to be sweet and slow, to check all the boxes on her list. It’s not me, this nice guy, but for Evie I’ll give it a shot.
“Now,” she gasps. “How about now?”
Now sure works for me. I won’t last long once I’m in her. I tear the condom open, rolling the rubber down in record time. I want her bare, but I won’t make her feel unsafe.
As she whimpers and clenches beneath me, working her way toward her own orgasm, I shove her legs farther apart. I want her to come for me, on me, because I’m the man who does it for her and she trusts me to give her nothing but pleasure. Yeah, I know life doesn’t work that way, but reality’s taking a temporary vacation.
I set my dick against her and push inside. I’m big, she’s small, and so it’s slow going. She’s tight and her pussy grips me like she’s never letting go, but when I thrust harder, she rewards me with a moan.
“Relax,” I grunt against her ear. She’s gotta open up and let me in. When she squirms, trying to take me, I pin her in place. Makes me a fucking Neanderthal, but I thread my fingers through hers and draw her hands over her head so I’m in control.
She finally relaxes beneath me when I find her clit with my free hand.
“Fast or slow?”
“Fast,” she groans. I slam into her, riding her hard, and it feels so damned good. I finger her clit, stroking her with each downward thrust, and she more than meets me. And when she clenches around me, gasping and shrieking, that’s my name on her lips.
Best. Sound. Ever.
I drive into her, holding her hips and thrusting faster and faster. Giving her the words because she gets everything I’ve got. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
She collapses beneath me as she comes, clutching me with her arms and legs, and I flip her around, drilling into her from behind. I wrap her ponytail around my wrist, pulling her head back for my kiss.
“Make me forget,” she whispers, and I wonder if it’s possible to come apart with all these feelings coming alive inside me. The pleasure rockets through me and I come fast and dirty, slamming into her once, twice, three times. She whimpers and relaxes as if there’s no more left in her.
And yeah, I’m smiling against her throat. Might not move for the next couple of hours. Might be days. Rolling onto my side, I wrap an arm around her waist and haul her against me. She wriggles, but I’m not letting go now.
“We should get up,” she announces.
“Enjoy the moment, princess.”
I tangle one hand in her hair, playing with the silky strands. Who fucking knew I could cuddle? It’s nice, though. Kinda like the two of us just lying here together.
“We’re going to make a mess on the rug.” She makes another bid for freedom. “And you probably need to get going.”
“You’re really not one for afterglow, are you?”
“Is that a problem?” The grumpy in her voice makes me smile.
“Might want to give it a shot. See what you think,” I suggest. “And let me worry about any mess. I got this.”
She must agree with me because she yawns, and next thing I know, she’s drifting off to sleep.