He shudders. “Jesus, woman, you feel so good.”
He rubs firm circles over my clit until my body relaxes. His mouth captures mine as our hips move together. Discomfort turns into pleasure. My eyes close as scorching heat courses through me. He pulls back slowly and thrusts in deep.
“Oh my god.” I’m gasping for air. I arch my hips, and he slides over that spot again. He plunges in, and I eagerly meet him with each thrust. Pleasure ricochets throughout my body. He grinds deep, and my body heats with a light sheen of sweat. He picks up pace, his thrusts rougher, more insistent. His palm slips over my throat and my eyes widen as he applies pressure and tightens his grip, but I can still breathe. The action, surprisingly, turns me on even more.
Amazing. Better than I ever imagined. We’ve waited for so long, but it’s been worth every second.
“More,” I beg.
“I’ll give you more,” he says, his voice strained.
“Don’t hold back—I want everything.”
He mercilessly drives into me, wild and animal like, commanding my body. The pressure builds. I’m coasting fast toward an orgasm, but I can’t get enough, so I lift my hips, wanting more. This is what I’ve always craved—passionate, hot sex. We’ve been teasing each other for years, but he was worth the wait.
“Yes,” I moan. My thighs tremble, and I’m clenching around him. I let out a small cry, riding the waves of pleasure that consume me. Twitch’s mouth finds mine again. I have no doubt that he’s trying to quieten me, but I can’t stop the sounds my body demands to make. He comes with a deep moan, tensing and driving deep, holding as he climaxes and slowly driving into me a final few times. He rolls over and lies next to me, pulling the comforter over us.
That was electrifying. We’re panting, but our breaths start to slow. He rubs soothing motions on my arm, which is such a contrast to how hard we just fucked. Contentment washes over me, but it’s fleeting. Reality hits me like a freight train.
I get out of bed. There are a few people at the clubhouse. They could have heard us. The thought makes anxiety tingle through me.
He frowns. “Stay.”
I groan as I watch him sit up. The comforter slides across his skin, showing his chest and abs. He just oozes sex appeal. I search the room for my clothes. “As much as I want to, you know I can’t.”
I move toward my panties, but he says, “No, they’re mine now.”
It makes me chuckle. I pull on my jeans, then my bra and shirt, feeling his frown on me the whole time.
“Now, you know this was a one-time thing.” My voice is confident and direct, but this somehow feels like only the beginning.
His head falls back, and he bloody laughs at me. “No fucking way. I haven’t got to do everything I wanted to you yet.”
I squirm. It sounds like a promise. I can’t bring myself to say no because I want that too, so I shake my head and walk to the door. “It’s not going to be weird between us now, is it?”
“No, we’re sweet.”
I give him a small smile, unlock and open the door, and step outside, patting my hair down. I turn to stone when I hear a gasp. Ivy and Demon are staring back at me.Crap. Crap. Crap.I plaster on a fake smile, but I can see all over their faces they know exactly what we were just doing. Ivy takes my hand and pulls me aside while Demon goes inside Twitch’s room.
She gives me a lopsided grin. “What were you two up to, hmm?”
“Exactly what you’re thinking.” I’m not going to lie. Ivy’s my friend. I trust her.
She giggles and leans closer. “Was it good?”
I pretend to wipe sweat from my forehead. “He wastoogood,” I mumble.
“Is that a bad thing?”
I bite my bottom lip. “Yes. Because now that I know how good it is, it’s going to be harder to stop it happening again.”
“Are you two a couple now? How’s that going to go with your brother?”
I recoil at the mention of Reaper, and the guilt seeps in. I let out a deep sigh. “No, we’re not together. You can’t tell anyone.” My high has all but left.
She zips her lips. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
“I’d rather not be the cause of conflict within the club, and I’m unsure how my brother will react, but I fear it won’t be good.”
