Idon’t have time to be nervous. I’m slipping from one sensation to the next, Merrick’s mouth and fingers taking me all the places he’s so good at doing.
My hands hang on to the edge of the dresser as his teeth tug at a nipple. The pull creates a jagged line of pleasure straight down to where his thumb is caressing my clit.
My body is buzzing with the thrill of being here in his room,ourroom really, since Iron Jack gave it to both of us. We have a place. A bed.
And here I am on the dresser.
But I like it. It’s who we are. Going at it wherever we want. Behind his bar. On the stage.
It’s hot. He gets me.
He moves from one breast to the other, his fingers working me fast and steady. I will go over the top any second, but I don’t want this part to end.
I open my eyes, his dark hair right below my chin, his back a long line angled in front of me. He wears the cut, and I reach over to press my hand against the skull and roses of the Wild Hair patch.
I’m in a biker club. With Merrick. And we’re a couple, at least for a while.
The emotion of it almost pulls me out, but then he nips at my breast, and that’s it. I’m yanked back into the pleasure, my legs shaking, quivering under his fingers. It’s happening, the cresting wave that starts low beneath my belly and cascades out.
“Oh God, oh God,” I cry, with enough sense not to say his name. I don’t want to draw the attention of the club, and the walls are bound to be thin. Merrick’s name will be noticed.
We’ve been here before, and I love it, the pulsing through my core, the throb against his palm.
He pulls away to grin up at me, and even as I still feel the lingering waves of the orgasm, my tummy turns over at what might be next. Is it going to hurt? I know what Merrick is like when he touches me, but when it comes to sex itself, will he be rough?
He kicks off his boots, and I realize, for once, I will get to see all of him. This sets me into action. I hop off the dresser and push on the leather cut, shoving it off his shoulders.
He chuckles at this, pausing to let me pull the T-shirt over his head.
I’ve felt his muscles when we rode the motorcycle, but now, they are right in front of me, smooth and hard.
I run my fingers over his chest, discovering every curve and angle. His shoulders are round and strong. I have the urge to bite the muscle of his upper arm, so I do, nipping hard on his bicep.
“I didn’t know you were a little vampire,” he says with a laugh.
“You started it,” I tell him and decide to do more, going up his arm and standing on tiptoe to bite up his shoulder to his neck.
He captures my head with his hand and drags my face to his, mouth on mine.
We kiss, skin to skin, and heat flashes over me everywhere we touch—chest, belly, arms.
His other hand clasps my bottom, squeezing me over the panties. Then he presses me against his crotch, and I feel him hard inside his jeans.
That’s going in me.
I push against it, remembering what it was like to tease my body against his on his stage. We were so close to doing it then, and lightning hot need bolts through me at the thought of going there again. I shouldn’t be afraid. I won’t.
I reach for the buckle between us and tug it loose. Then the snap of his jeans, the zipper. I reach for him and pull him out so I can hold him, hot and throbbing, in my hand.
The kiss gets more demanding. He presses my head so that he can search more deeply inside my mouth. Everything spins and whirls. I’m lost in this wild, heady world of his lips, his body, his hands.
His cock twitches in my palm. I want to play with him, do all the things, before we go on to the rest of it.
I pull away and drop to my knees, his erection right in front of my face. The lights are on full blast, so I can see every vein and ridge more clearly than the night I buckled him to the pole.
I’m less tentative this time when I take him into my mouth. I remember how he reacted. I can already do this in ways that he likes. I slide him along my tongue and open my throat so he can sink farther in.
His hands grip my hair, and I come back to the end, swirl my tongue along the tip, and go back down.
