Three years ago, she ruined sex for me. And yesterday, she changed the game forever.
When I next look back at Carmen, I realize that I should start preparing my own grave. And quick. Because there’s no way I’m having sex with her again and coming out of the other side unscathed.
“What’s wrong?” Carmen removes her jacket and tosses it aside, making a start on removing her T-shirt. “Are you scared? I thought motorcyclists weren’t supposed to be scared.”
Vex looks at me as if to read where my head’s at. After working in the police force for years, he knows that the sweetest things in life have potential to turn sour.
What do I lose if things go wrong?
My self-control?
Mylife?
Carmen’s?
“You need to stop,” I grit out.
A hand disappears under her T-shirt. “Why?”
I force my eyes up and watch her face. “Because this is a bad idea.”
“It’s just sex, isn’t it? What’s bad about that?”
The aftermath is going to be lethal. I can’t afford to entertain women right now. My focus is on the club, on restoring justice and not taking things too seriously.
When feelings get involved, things get complicated. This is why I stay in the shallow end of the pool when it comes to all things girls and dating. Once you’re out of your depth, there’s no turning back.
But things are starting to look sweet.
Especially when Carmen removes her top and caresses one of her soft breasts.
I speak for all three of us when I say that we’re all drooling like a bunch of starved canines.
Even though we ate less than a day ago.
“Carmen—”
“What’s the problem?” she says teasingly.
Skipper is the first to pounce.
I’m glad one of us doesn’t have a problem. But I’m also pissed that he thinks he can have her all to himself. He nuzzles his head between her breasts and glides his palms over the tops of them, fingers catching two razor-sharp nipples.
The sound that falls out of her mouth has me weak at the knees.
I’m about to bend the knee but manage to stabilize myself, using the bar to keep myself balanced. But not even that can save me.
Impulse tears me away from the bar, and I’m on her in a heartbeat, fighting Skipper off. But he’s strong and unwilling to let go.
Desperate to taste her, I pinch her chin and capture her in a kiss. Sparks fly, my body filling with a totally new kind of warmth as our lips lock.
Her tongue is in my mouth, desperately brushing against mine.
Moans ripple out of her.
It’s not possible to be this hard. To be so hungry for a woman that I’m willing to risk my life for it.
But can I be blamed, when her tongue tastes like sugar and feels like silk?
