I nod as I sit in the seat beside him. “I figured as much. You’ve always been tenacious.”
“You got that right, Em. You smell nice tonight. New perfume?”
I shake my head, because I’m definitely not wearing any kind of scent. To change the subject, I tell him teasingly, “Tonight, I’m making your plate.”
The smile that eats up his face is all the acknowledgement I need that he’s okay with that. Halfway to the buffet table, I glance up to find Rock, Jasper, and Slate filling plates for their women while they chat away at the family table. His family just grins at me and moves aside so I can fill our plates. Everything feels easy here. If we’re following his family’s lead, everyone’s happy. If we’re doing our own thing, they don’t miss a beat. It’s like we can do no wrong. It’s a relief not to have someone judging me for everything I say and do.
When I slide our plates onto the table, Onyx pulls me down for a hungry kiss, one that makes my toes curl. By the time he lets me go, I’m flushed and excited.
I tug at the neckline of my shirt as I sit down, thinking the room is a little too hot. We make it through dinner in record time, with Onyx giving me too many hot glances.
***
The minute we’re in his suite, he unbuckles his belt and opens the top snap on his jeans before he pulls his shirt and cut over his head in one fluid motion. I’ve got to admit that he lookslike the epitome of a rough-and-ready biker. And the best part is he’s all mine.
Jerking his chin towards the bathroom, he says, “Come shower with me. I need you.”
The deep, needy sound of his voice has me pulling off my shirt in an instant. When he stalks to the bathroom, I kick off my shoes and follow. I’m so excited that my toes curl against the worn floorboards. He starts the shower and then peels off the rest of his clothes. I can’t get naked fast enough. The shower is flowing at full force, and the bathroom fills with steam before we even step into it.
His chest fills the space in front of me, all broad lines, grime, and bruised skin. Onyx gets busy washing his hair. I like the way his body moves and can’t imagine what he’s gone through to pack on that kind of bulk. I reach for the soap, lather my hands, and start with his shoulders.
As I massage his tense muscles, he freezes under my touch. The more I massage his muscles with my fingertips, the more he relaxes. I work the lather in with both hands, watching the suds slide down his chest to his happy trail.
When I glance down, I see he’s already hard for me. I realize, gleefully, that must mean he likes my touch. I slip one hand to wrap around his throbbing cock because after waiting and worrying about him all day, I’m feeling bold.
He drags me closer and plunders my mouth as if he can’t help himself.
Onyx is the boy I grew up next to, but now I can’t stop thinking of him as my one. He’s smart, hot, protective, funny,capable, and rock hard for me. What more could any woman want?
I move lower now, cupping his balls with one hand while I firmly stroke him off with the other. When I lower myself and turn slightly sideways, water that was pelting my back splashes down his chest and over his cock. When all the bubbles are gone, I lick the head of his cock.
Onyx says roughly, “Em, no. You don’t have to do that.”
His hands come out to stop me, but I swat them away.
“Let me play with my man,” I tell him playfully.
When I glance up, I can see his expression has turned possessive. “Those are claiming words. You know that, right?”
“I’m definitely staking my claim,” I tell him before sucking him into my mouth and massaging his balls. I don’t even know if I’m doing a good job, since I haven’t sucked a lot of dick in my life, but Onyx is going a little wild. One hand is gently cupping the back of my head, and the other is on my shoulder. The occasional sound he makes leads me to believe he loves what I’m doing, and that’s good enough for me. Just when he’s about to come, he steps back and grips the base of his cock tightly with one hand.
“Up,” he says hoarsely. “I want you on my cock.”
I come to my feet a little confused. “Like in the shower? How? It’s pretty cramped in here.”
Onyx doesn’t waste any time. The next thing I know, he’s got both hands around my waist, has lifted me off the floor, and pressed my back to the shower wall. My legs flail for a secondbefore I realize he’s lined his cock up perfectly with my core, and I’m so excited that it’s unreal.
When he slams home, it feels so good that I arch my back off the wall. I quickly wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist to steady myself as he gives me the best sex of my entire life. I don’t know exactly how long he moves in and out of my body because the position we’re in ensures his long, thick cock rubs against my clit with each rough, sharp movement. I vaguely realize he’s doing that intentionally by shifting his hips with each stroke. I don’t know how he’s outlasting me, but I come all over his cock twice before he comes so hard, I can feel it. We stand there for a long moment with me still pinned to the wall. It takes me a long minute to catch my breath.
“Wow, that was incredible.”
“You okay, Em? I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
I shake my head, trying to get my head around what just happened. “Do you do this all the time? Is this the hot biker sex that’s everyone’s always raving about?”
Onyx pulls back and cups the side of my face with one hand. Gazing into my eyes, I see a storm of emotions playing across his face. “Sex has never been like this, at least not for me.” Leaning his forehead against mine, he whispers, “Remember when I told you that my cock came with emotions and shit?”
I close my eyes and lean into the kiss I know is coming. His lips touch mine, and I can’t get enough of how his tongue feels sliding against mine. When we finally break apart, I tell him, “Yeah, I remember you saying that. I’m glad your emotions are involved because I don’t think I could deal with cold, mechanical sex from the man I love.”
