Brittany’s mouth curves when she takes in all of me.
Other women look hungry.
Brittany looks invested.
That’s worse.
She rises up and takes charge, pushes me back onto the mattress. Then she climbs over me, straddling me like she istesting whether she’s allowed to want what she wants without apologizing for it.
She wants my cock. Again.
My hands clamp around her waist automatically.
“Careful,” I warn.
“Of what?” Her voice is low, breathy, brave.
“Of making promises you don’t understand.”
She leans down, hair falling forward, brushing my chest, and my whole damn body goes tight.
“Then explain them,” she whispers.
That invitation is a knife.
But I take it anyway, because she’s looking at me like she already knows the answer.
My hands slide up her bare back, fingers tracing soft skin I have already memorized by accident and by hunger.
“If you’re mine,” I say slowly, watching her face. “It won’t be a secret.”
Her breath catches. Her hips shift, and it is a slow grind her pussy wet against my cock, that makes my jaw lock.
“In this club, we don’t just date. We don’t just sleep with a woman and pretend it don’t mean nothing unless it doesn’t mean anything.”
She presses her palms to my chest, like she is trying to feel my heart and decide if she trusts it.
“If you wore my patch,” I continue, voice rougher now. “Every man in town would know exactly who you belonged to.”
Her eyes darken, but she does not look away.
“Belong?” she challenges.
“Yeah,” I growl. “Mine.”
The word hits. I see it in the way her throat moves when she swallows, in the way her lashes flutter like she’s trying not to show how much it does to her.
“You’d back me up,” I say. “You’d ride behind me on my Harley. You’d walk into the Lockup and nobody would wonder if they could touch you, talk to you, corner you. They couldn’t.”
“And what would you do?” she whispers. “If they did?”
I roll us, so she is under me now, and her gasp is pure sex. I brace my hands beside her shoulders, and the look on her face is the exact opposite of fear.
“I’d protect what’s mine,” I say.
My hand reaches down between us. My thumb brushes her clit. My voice drops lower.
“Anybody talked sideways to you, they’d answer for it.”
