Why did she lose her sanity, her common sense, whenever she was around him? It had always been like that and one reason why she had to disappear.
He always had that bad boy charm coupled with thosedamn ball-bearing hips. It hadn’t changed. He still had all his signature smooth moves.
And the cocky bastard knew it.
Took pride in it.
His predatory growl had her clenching tight around him, trying to pull him even deeper even though he had nowhere else to go.
She hooked one calf around his hip, the other around his flexing thigh as he continued to pound her hard. Fast. Deep. Like he was drilling for freaking oil.
He dug his knees deeper into the bed while she dropped her feet to the mattress to drive her hips up. To meet him thrust for thrust.
The heavy breathing. The slapping of skin. The rock of the bed.
All of it filled her ears, taking her to the edge of sanity.
She balanced along that sharp ledge.
Waiting for it to give away.
Then it crumbled beneath her feet and she tumbled.
Free falling, she threw her head back, her nails took purchase in his ass, and her mouth opened, ready to tell the neighborhood, the world, she was coming.
But his mouth stole it before it could escape. He claimed that scream as his own. As if it was his to keep.
But only seconds later, his lips were gone and he flung his head back, his grunt vibrating the air around them. He planted himself to the root one last time and shuddered as he released inside her.
Once his cock stopped twitching, he collapsed, pinning her down with all of his weight before burrowing his face under her chin. When his cock kicked inside her one last time, it gave her another tiny aftershock that curled her toes.
While his warm, damp breath beat a pattern against herneck and their chests heaved in sync, her fingertips drifted over his back. Even though she couldn’t see it, she knew what was there.
His calling.
His purpose.
His life.
What was important to him.
What ran through his veins.
Generation after generation of bikers.
Being one was all he’d known from birth and would remain with him until death.
Without his club, he’d be lost.
He’d have no focus.
No reason to care about anything or anyone except himself.
Until now.
Now he had Ledger.
And while she was hopeful he’d do better…be better…
