It was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced.
My cock kicked, and I gripped it with my other hand and began to jack it against Aislynn’s ass. The sound of her orgasm hit me in the balls, and they drew up tight against my body. “Give it to me,” I demanded, my voice a deep rasp as my cum began to shoot through my dick. I looked down and groaned, watching as my milky cum splashed across her ass while she whimpered into the cold night air.
The violence of my orgasm made my heart hammer, and my legs almost gave out. The only thing keeping me standing was the knowledge that if I went down, Ash would too, and the thought of hurting her made my chest burn even hotter. Instead, I released my cock and held her by the waist with an iron-hard grip and waited it out until her knees stopped shaking.
Aislynn let out a ragged sigh, and I kept hold of her hip, steadying her as the aftershocks rattled through us both. A cold gust of wind blew through the alley, teasing her bare ass but doing nothing to cool my blood.
My stare caught on her ass, marked by my hand as well as my cum, and a feeling of rightness slid through me. This was my victory; she was mine. I was the first man to ever touch her, and I’d be the last.
I’d never let anything or anyone take her from me.
The freezing night air was full of our rough breaths, the steam of them mixing with the sub-zero temperatures. Aislynn started to shiver, and I knew I had to move for her sake. She’d been exposed to the icy cold, and it was only a matter of time until it froze her to the bone.
I tucked my dick away, zipped up my fly, and then leaned down, tearing her panties clean apart with a loud rip. I used them to wipe my cum off her ass before stuffing the scrap ofwhite lace in my jacket pocket. After pulling up her leather pants and fastening them, I rummaged inside my saddle bag, pulling out my thick scarf and wrapping it around my baby’s neck.
“Thanks,” she whispered, looking up at me with her big midnight blue eyes. She looked wounded, and a pang shot through my chest. I cupped her cheek and murmured, “You shouldn’t push me, Ash. I’m not a man you can disrespect, especially in public.”
“But it’s okay for you to disrespect me in public,” she challenged, albeit softly.
“When did I disrespect you?” I asked, slipping her jacket over her shoulders.
She shook her head as if I was a moron. “Just now.”
“I made you come,” I returned.
“Well, thanks,” she said sarcastically. She must’ve learned a lesson because she muttered a quiet, “Sorry,” and clamped her mouth shut.
I dipped my chin to catch her accusing glower. “If I wanted to disrespect you, I would’ve taken you back to the clubhouse, stripped you bare, and finger-fucked you while every one of my brothers watched. I could have gone a lot further, Ash; just remember that next time you give me lip.”
Her shocked gasp echoed through the alley, and she turned her flashing eyes on me.
I cocked an eyebrow at her, daring her to argue, but internally, my gut twisted at the thought of any man but me seeing her naked. Still, I couldn’t let her see how affected I was by my own threat. She kept fighting me, and it was a battle of wills she wouldn’t win.
It would be easy to let this woman take over my life, but I couldn’t let myself be weak for her. All I could think about in Arizona was how soon I could get back to her, and in my job, I couldn’t afford the distraction.
Meeting Aislynn wasn’t planned. In all honesty, the timing of it all was pretty fucked up, but as long as I kept my priorities straight, I’d be okay.
It was time to take her home, get her settled, then get my ass back to my club and my brothers, because already, I knew it was the only way to keep my heart distant.
CHAPTER 5
AISLYNN
Iabsentmindedly glided my fingertips through the hot bathwater, my thoughts still preoccupied with what had happened back in that alley.
Not only was I a virgin, but I’d never been touched that way before. All my orgasms had been self-induced, which in this day and age may have seemed weird. However, I had my reasons—the main one being that I wanted to wait until I was married.
I’d grown up with three older brothers who treated sex like a commodity. I’d watched them lay waste to the female population of Hambleton, and it made me think seriously about how I wanted to live my life. It didn’t put me off sex per se, but it did make me want to do things differently.
Also, I hadn’t met anyone I wanted to have sex with.
I’d had boyfriends, but none of my relationships ever lasted long enough to get serious because they bored me. Maybe, again, it had something to do with the men in my life. My brothers and da were smart and sharp-minded and as alpha as they came. They were more morally challenged than morally grey, but still, they set a precedent for the type of guy I wanted and had set the bar pretty high.
I didn’t want a regular Joe; I wanted a man who challenged me and kept me on my toes. My partner would be strong, respected, protective, and possessive. I wanted a man who’d kill for me and in the next breath, die for me. I wanted a great, epic love with a man who’d turn my life upside down.
The first time I laid eyes on Pagan, I sensed he was all that and more, and then he played his little game, and I backed away, thinking my instincts were wrong.
But they weren’t.
