Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Shade held my gaze as my fingers slid along his skin. I found his nipples, grazing them lightly as his eyes darkened with desire. He had a Marine Corps tattoo over his pec and I traced it, wondering what his story was.
Does it matter? The two of you are just having sex. You aren’t going to share stories, remember?
“Got that in Iraq,” he said, as if reading my mind. “One tour. Didn’t see any action for the first nine months, so I guess I had something to prove. Got the tattoo on leave and felt pretty badass about it. Then things fell to shit when I went back, and I learned that tattoos aren’t what makes you a badass. Not even a little bit. Lot better men than me didn’t make it.”
“You surprise me,” I said.
“How’s that?”
“Usually guys want to brag about how tough they are.”
“Usually girls want relationships,” he countered. I blinked up at him and then smiled. Shade’s eyes darkened and he leaned down, lips tracing the side of my neck.
“Guess I don’t fit the stereotype,” I whispered.
“Startin’ to pick up on that.” His hands slid into the waistband of my skirt, pushing it down along with my panties. I kicked them off. Shade reached around my hip and down between my legs from behind, finding my wet warmth waiting for him as he slowly backed me to the bed.
I fell onto it suddenly, bouncing as the big biker grinned, ripping his shirt over his head and then reaching for his fly. His cock sprang free and I saw it for the first time—really saw it. Long and hard and unusually thick around the middle. Damn, no wonder it felt like he’d fucked me deeper than Rebel ever did. The guy was hung.
“We’re using a condom this time,” I reminded him firmly. “Just in case you had any doubts.”
“Hell, yes,” Shade replied, kneeling down on the floor between my legs. He caught my hips, scooting me toward the edge of the bed, then draped my legs over his shoulders. Wooohooo! “Sorry I didn’t earlier. Don’t know what the fuck I was thinking.”
“Both our faults,” I acknowledged, sighing as his fingers spread me open, the heat of his breath hitting my clit like a tangible touch.
Then his tongue grazed my center and the whole world narrowed. His touch was sure, his tongue clever and quick. You know, like he was into it, not just trying to get me off or convince me to do the same for him. Nope. Shade traced my clit and then sucked it like he had all night, which I supposed he did. I don’t know how long he kept it up, but it was long enough that I came once and nearly came again before he raised his head.
Moving up my body, he lifted my shirt and bra, pulling them off completely before taking my mouth. I tasted myself on his lips as he kissed me hard. Grabbing his ass, I dug my fingers into the tight muscles as he rubbed his cock against my center. The oral thing had been great but I wanted more. Now. Turning my head, I broke free from his kiss.
“Condom,” I gasped, wondering where the hell I’d dropped my purse.
“Fuck, I almost forgot again,” Shade muttered, shaking his head. “You got a magic pussy or something.”
I laughed as he leaned over me, reaching across the bed toward the dresser, awkwardly pulling out one of the drawers. He grabbed a string of condoms, ripping open one of the packages. The slick rubber fell out and hit my face and I burst out laughing.
Shade started laughing too, and then I helped him roll the condom over his cock, giving it a couple pumps for good measure. Seconds later, he’d lined it up with my opening.
Then he thrust deep and I forgot everything else.
Chapter Thirteen
For the second time that week I woke up in the Reapers MC clubhouse. I wasn’t sure what time we’d finally gone to sleep, but it was well after the sun came up. Holy shit, but Shade knew what he was doing in bed… Not only that, he gave pretty good post-sex snuggle for a one-night stand. Rolling over, I felt a hint of soreness between my legs, a glorious ache that reminded me just how many different ways he’d found to make me come.
Now he was gone.
I sat up slowly and looked around the room. It was every bit as faded and anonymous as I remembered it, like a hotel that rented by the hour. I’d had a really good time, but looking at the light outside, I knew it was over.
I should find my clothes and catch a ride home before I did something stupid to fuck it up. Something like telling him I didn’t want it to end, because it’d been good. Too good. The last thing I needed was to fall for the guy—didn’t matter how nice our snuggling felt.