Shit. As hard as I’ve tried to keep my dick in my pants and my hands off Alix for the last couple of days, seeing the fire of challenge in her eyes just now pretty much undoes me.

I kept telling myself that even though Alix seems to have taken up permanent residence in my head, one willing pussy is just as good as another. And God knows, there’s plenty of willing pussy around me at the clubhouse.

But then I see that son of a bitch Thorn making her laugh. She looks at him with a carefree, unguarded expression I’ve never seen on her face before. And I see red. Blood fucking red. If Thorn wasn’t my brother, I’d pound his ass into the goddamn ground.

And then the next thing I know, I’m pulling Alix upstairs with me, with her bitching the whole goddamn way.

Alix is off limits. To everyone but me.

“How dare you!” she snarls when I’ve pushed her inside my apartment and shut the door. “You can barely be bothered to give me the time of day for the last two days! And now that someone in your club at least takes a moment to try to make me feel a little comfortable here, instead of just ignoring me, you suddenly give a shit?” She flings her hands in the air in exasperation. “That’s not how it works, Gunner.”

In spite of everything, I have to laugh. “That’s what you think is happening? I’ve been ignoring you?”

“What the hell else would you call it then?” she challenges. “Leaving me alone in your house to just twiddle my damn thumbs all day?”

I pull her roughly against me. I can tell by the way she draws in a sharp breath that she can feel how hard I already am for her.

Alix stares up at me with wide, dark eyes. Her lips part. She draws in a sharp breath.

She knows what’s coming as well as I do.

“I haven’t been ignoring you darlin’,” I growl, leaning down and nipping the sensitive lobe of her ear. She moans and involuntarily presses herself against me. “I’ve been stayin’ away from you for your own good. But that ends now. You’ve pushed me to the limit, Alix, and it’s time I showed you who’s boss.”

I bring my hand to the back of her head and hold it as I kiss that smart mouth of hers. My tongue slides between her lips and she moans again, her hips moving against my hard length. Sweet Jesus, I can hardly stop myself from just tearing off her clothes and taking her just like that. It’s barely been two days but it feels like a goddamn eternity. Especially because I know what she feels like, I know how hard I’m gonna come, and I can hardly wait for it.

But I will wait for it. Because she needs to know who’s in control. And for that, she’s gotta beg me for it.

“Strip. I want you naked. Now.”

For a second, I think she’s gonna argue with me. But then I see the look in her eyes, and I know. She’s thinking about the last time we fucked, too. She wants it. She’ll do anything I tell her to, because she knows how good it’s gonna feel.

Slowly, she reaches up and slides her little T-shirt up her ribcage, past her full breasts, and over her neck. She tosses it to the floor, her eyes never leaving mine. Then, her breath shallow and fast, she reaches up and shimmies out of her bra. Her tits fall, round and heavy, the nipples already tight and waiting for me. She unbuttons her jeans and starts to push the waistband over her hips.

“Leave the panties,” I tell her. She does as she’s told, to my satisfaction.

Then she’s standing there, a fucking vision in front of me. I can tell she’s already wet as hell for me.

It should be a sin to be that goddamn sexy.

“On your knees,” I command.

Almost instantly, she’s down on the ground, looking up at me with lustful, willing eyes. Fuck, she looks hungry for my cock. It’s gonna take all the self-control I can muster to hold myself back.

I yank off my shirt and kick off my jeans. Then I stand in front of her for a second, my dick throbbing in anticipation. She moves forward just a little, but then stops and waits for me to tell her what to do. Good girl.

“You fucking love this,” I tell her. “Don’t you? You love being told what to do.”

Her face flushes pink. She looks down and bites her lip. “Yes,” she admits in a whisper.

I chuckle low in my throat. I can tell she’s surprised, herself. She’s used to being the responsible one. The one who takes care of her dying mother. The one whose job it is to rescue her wayward sister. Having someone else take charge is new to her. And she likes it.

Being controlled in the bedroom turns her on more than she wants to admit.

“Suck me,” I say bluntly.

A sexy little whimper sounds deep in her throat as she moves forward and takes my shaft in her hand. She wraps her lips around the head of my cock, and I draw in a breath and hiss at how good it feels. Jesus Christ, her tongue slides around the ridge underneath the head, and then she starts to suck, pulling about half my length into her mouth and as far back as she can go. I go rigid and let myself thrust as little as possible, half-crazy from the pleasure but absolutely committed to not letting myself come — partly because I’m afraid I’ll fucking drown her, and partly because when I do come, it’s gonna be with me deep inside that fucking luscious pussy of hers.

Alix is getting worked up now, moaning softly as she sucks and bobs, the thrum of her voice vibrating against my shaft. Goddamn, one of these days, I’m gonna let go like this, and my head might just explode when I do. But for now I have to stop her. I pull away suddenly, grabbing her hair in my hand as gently as I’m able to.

“That’s enough, darlin’,” I mutter. Letting go of her hair, I reach down and take her hand, helping her up. “Bed,” I order, nodding my head in the direction I want her to go. She gives a little moue of protest, but does what I say before I can reprimand her.

She lies down on the bed, pressing her legs shyly together. Her breasts are heaving now, the nipples taut and ready for me. I kneel down beside her and pull her knees apart, chuckling low in my throat when I see how soaking wet her panties are.

“Fuck,” I rasp. “You’re ready as hell for me, aren’t you, baby girl?”

She flushes a darker shade of pink at my words, but doesn’t look away when my eyes lock on hers.

“Tell me, darlin’,” I insist.

“Yes,” she admits in a whisper.

I reach between her legs and slide the thin fabric aside with a finger, just grazing the soft skin of her swollen lips as I do. Alix throws back her head and gasps, arching her hips toward me. Fuck, she’s so ready. Suddenly, I can’t wait a second longer to taste her. I push her knees apart and position myself between them. Her thighs tense in anticipation. I open my mouth and take a long, slow lap at her pussy. Alix gasps again, her thighs falling open even further. I pull her hips roughly toward me and swipe at her again, reveling in how sweet she tastes, how fucking delicious she is. She cries out and angles her hips to meet my tongue. I hear rather than see her hands as they take hold of the bedspread and clench as she tries to find purchase.

Fuck, yes.

I start to lick her just a little faster, just a little harder, listening to her moans and cries get louder and more desperate. Whenever she starts to get close, I back off, just enough, and then start building again, pushing her higher and higher, then taking it away.

Gunner,” she moans. “Please, make me come. Let me come.”

“I decide when you come, baby girl. And it’s not yet.”

I tease her more, my cock so hard it feels like I’m gonna go off like a goddamn time bomb. I could come like this, without even touching myself, I’m so turned on by how fucking delicious she is and how much she wants this. Pretty soon Alix is dangerously close, a hair trigger, and I know exactly how and where to lick her to push her over the edge. Her head begins to thrash against the mattress, her breathing fast and shallow, her body tense like a rubber band.

“Your pussy tastes so goddamn good. Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Oh, God! Gunner, please!” she begs.

Then, I slide my tongue long and slow over her clit — right where I know she needs it — and bury it deep in her pussy as she screams and bucks like a slingshot. Her whole body jolts at once, convulsing in the throes of an orgasm so intense that I can almost feel every one of her muscles contracting. I keep licking and suckling at her nub as she shakes and quivers under my tongue. It’s easily the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen, felt, or heard in my entire goddamn life.

Alix is still shuddering when I raise myself up and flip her over so she’s on her hands and knees. I rip her panties off her with my bare hands and toss the remnants on the floor. Somehow, I remember to slip on a condom before I kneel between her legs and sink myself deep inside her.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I groan. I freeze for a second, half afraid I’ll come before I even get started. After a moment, I manage to calm myself down enough to draw out slowly and then slide back in.

“Oh, God, yes,” Alix moans. Her pussy clenches around my cock.

My hands grip her hips tightly. Fuck, I already knew how good she felt from the first time but it’s still a surprise.

“Fuck me,” she whispers. Her hips arch against me, pulling me in deeper.

That’s all it takes. With one hand, I reach around, sliding a finger around her slick clit. I brace myself against her with the other hand and begin thrusting, slow at first, but before long faster and faster. Alix’s muscles pulse around my cock, our bodies finding a rhythm that pulls us both in. Then I’m right there, on the edge, and it’s only a matter of seconds before…

“Gunner!” Alix cries out again, and begins to shake as a second orgasm rips through her. I thrust again, once, twice, and then I release myself deep inside her, coming so hard I worry for a second that the condom will break. I think I yell, but I can’t be sure of anything except this, and her, and how good this feels, and then I’m lying down, still inside her, pulling her against me as the two of us ride out the wave.

If I thought fucking her again would get Alix Cousins out of my system, I was dead fucking wrong.

I’m kissing her deeply, her head tilted back to meet my mouth, when there’s a loud bang on the door. In my arms, Alix jumps.

“What the fuck is it?” I roar, holding her fast so she won’t spring up off the bed.

“Gun! Sorry to interrupt your recreational activities,” Thorn calls out, his tone amused.

Son of a bitch. “What the fuck do you want, Thorn?” I ask in a warning voice.

“Tweak sent me up to get you. He’s got an address.”