“That’s not how the Devil’s Crusaders roll, Brick. Would you let an outsider tell your MC what to do with a runaway old lady?”
“I’d see it for what it was, advice that could be taken or rejected without concern.”
She slaps her forehead. “I forgot about that part. And then we all hold hands and singKumbayaafterward, right?”
I fist my hands at my sides. She’s a smart-mouthed, pain-in-the-ass. Infuriating. Rebellious. Wild. Fucking beautiful. Something snaps inside me. Instead of Starlet losing it, I do. My hands clamp down on her hips and I tug her into me, grinding against her—making sure she can feel every inch of me. My hand slips to the back of her neck. “There’s better things to do with that fucking mouth of yours.”
She arches a brow. “Any suggestions?”
I catch her bottom lip between my teeth. I sense the devastation in her—the need to forget about what’s coming. Yeah, baby. If I were any other man, I’d make you my queen. But there’s no storybook romance between us. I’m not a nice guy, and she belongs to another man.
Fuck it.
We’ve already been here before.
I strip her shirt off, eyeing her lacy, black bra. “Take it off,” I order hoarsely. I’m hungry to see her naked, to thrust inside her tight little pussy and claim her.
She unfastens her bra and it falls to the floor. Her breasts are perfect, and those tiny hard nipples are begging for worship. “The skirt.”
She shimmies out of it, tossing it aside.
I take in every silky inch of her. The hint of red between her thighs turns me on. Red means fire. Red means rage. Red means I have Starlet in my arms again. “Lose the panties.” Or I’ll fucking rip them off.
With intentional slowness, she eases the material to her ankles and smiles up at me.
If I could stop time, I’d keep her here forever, just as she is, naked and ready for my tongue. Before I have a chance to undress, she slinks closer and drops to her knees in front of me, her tiny hands sliding up my torso, exploring my stomach and the bulge my jeans can’t hide.
I throw my head back as she unbuckles my belt and unzips my fly. Just the thought of her taking me in her mouth makes me want to blow a load. Then she’s everywhere at once, swirling her tongue over the head of my cock, lapping up the precum, moaning and kissing her way up and down my shaft, tickling my balls at the same time.
I growl, feral and ready to seize control. I stare down at her. Starlet’s eyes are closed as she’s working me with uninhibited joy. Another difference between Starlet and other women. Most MC groupies give out blowjobs like business cards.
Not Starlet. She loves my cock. And I love that she loves it.
Taking me deep, she looks up at me, circling her fingers at the base, then gives me a gentle squeeze. Her hand slips behind my back and she cups my ass, holding on tight.
I fist her hair, encouraging her to go faster, needing the release, wanting to watch as she swallows my cum. It’s building… My balls are high and tight, tingling. She eases me in and out of her mouth, tightening her lips, that hot tongue doing its thing, weaving a spell around my cock.
My fingernails dig into her scalp as I growl out her name—drained of everything—including my ability to resist anything she has to offer.
As soon as my body jerks a last time, she sits back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “You’re wonderful,” she says, a naughty gleam in her eyes.
I’m keenly focused on her while I strip. One good turn deserves another. Whatever she was trying to prove, I don’t know, but I’ll answer it. I’ll make her mine for the night. Give her every reason to never forget what we almost had, what we could have shared if she wasn’t the daughter of the founder of the Devil’s Crusaders. The thought tests my willpower to hold in any violence, but it also fuels my need to have her. I’m already fully erect again. She takes a quick look between my legs, then stares up at me.
“Your dick never fails to amaze me.”
“Yeah?” I lift her onto the edge of the counter. “Spread your legs.”
Her pussy is wet and glistening. I guide the soles of her feet to my shoulders and wait for her to get comfortable. “Hold on, baby,” I warn. “This might take a while.”
