ADDYSON
I almost giggle as I pull the sheet away from Briggs’s body. His sexy as fuck, strong, tattooed, muscular body. Just how sexy this man is shouldn’t be possible. It’s so much more than what he looks like too. It’s him and the way he’s reoriented his whole world to put me at the center.
We haven’t said the words, but I know. If you’ve never had a big biker fall first for you, I highly recommend it. Ten stars, without a doubt. I’d do it all over again to wake up with this man wrapped around me.
He had such a tight hold on me after he carried me out of the bathroom last night, once he dried me off, and then he proceeded to snuggle me. Snuggle me. I don’t think many people would think a man like Mayhem would be capable of snuggling or cuddling. But he’s damn good at it and I love it.
I fell asleep in a matter of minutes last night, not worriedabout how I was going to get through it if the cops track me down to ask about Kendra’s death or anything that happened after the confrontation at the gate. Honestly, I don’t need to know what Wagner’s fate was or the cover up plan. I’m not even sure I want to know.
Briggs was right though—I can answer the questions asked of me. You better fucking believe I’ll protect my man and the ton of brothers I never asked for, my family, without question.
The bed moves slightly as I scoot closer to my man’s side. One of his arms is covering his face, the other laying across the bed as if he’s reaching for me or ready for me to slide back into place. I won’t be doing that.
Not yet at least.
Not when I woke up hungry.
He’s already hard and I get a real good eyeful of his cock. Fuck, he’s veiny with a slight bend that hits just the right spot. My mouth is already watering.
When I wrap my fingers around the base, he lets out a little grunt. I watch his face, what I can see of it, as I lean forward and swipe my tongue up his shaft. When I reach the tip, I wrap my lips around it and take him into my mouth.
His hands shoot out and his fingers tangle in my hair at the same time his eyes pop open. The moment he sees whose mouth is wrapped around his cock, his fingers flex and possessiveness fills his gaze.
“I don’t know what the fuck I did to deserve being woken up with the lips of a goddess wrapped around my cock,” he groans. I slide up and down his length, my fingers tightening around him as I stroke him in time with my mouth. “Oh fuck,” he grits outthrough his teeth, already on edge, “your sweet mouth is almost as good as your hot cunt.”
The next time I slide up his length, I pop off him and he lets me even though he could force his way down my throat with the grip he has on me. “Figured I’d return the treat.”
He’s woken me up with his head buried between my thighs, sometimes it’s the middle of the night and he can’t get enough of me. Sometimes it’s the morning and he’s giving me the perfect wake up call.
My eyes traipse over the expanse of his chest, taking in the way his breathing is picking up, and the muscles of his neck are starting to strain. He’s holding back. I can feel it in the way he’s flexing his fingers in my hair.
I moan around his length and he damn near whimpers. The sound sends a thrill through me.
When I pull off him this time, he growls and I can feel the way he considers pushing my head back down to take him in my mouth again. Before he can decide which side of the biker bed he woke up on—the bad boy who will fuck my mouth or the sweet man who is willing to let me take the lead—I scramble up his body.
I’m holding his cock and sliding down his length until I’m stretching around him and filled almost too full. His hands clamp down on my hips, holding me in place as he stares at me with wide eyes.
“Holy fuck,” he grunts.
When I wiggle my hips, his jaw clenches, and his eyes blaze. I’m flipped onto my back and he’s hiking my leg up over his waistand pushing even deeper inside of me. The sensation borders on too much, and I arch my back while my body is begging for more.
Andmoremy man delivers.
His mouth finds the pulse in my neck, and he bites down as he pulls out slowly before slamming back home. Then there is nothing but the feeling of him filling me, his thrusts feral while his teeth scrape along my neck.
Taunting.
Warning.
Promising.
My nails scrape along his shoulders, finding purchase on his back as far as I can reach. It doesn’t feel quite close enough.
“Yes,” My back arches, “Briggs, more.”
His teeth bite down where my neck and shoulder meet as he thrusts deep, my hips tilting and my thighs tightening around his waist. His movements are punishing, but it’s fucking perfect.
“No better way to wake up than with your lips wrapped around my cock, Tempest.” He grunts mindlessly, “Fuck you feel good.”
