Page 49 of Torrent’s Treasure

“Slow,” he whispered, lifting her hair, his lips caressing her ear, then trailing down her neck. She shivered, the touch shooting straight to her breasts, igniting a fire. He trailed kisses across her collarbone, sliding her shirt out of the way. His soft touch was doing more to her than any sexual act she’d ever experienced.

She dropped her head back, groaning as his finger moved her neckline down until he reached her bra cup. He slipped his finger inside her bra cup to make room for his lips to capture her nipple—his licking and sucking kindled heat in her belly. She pressed closer against his hardness.

“Torrent,” she moaned. She needed more but wasn’t sure what. She was scared she’d freak, but the heaviness was growing, and she ached.

Torrent pulled back, leading her toward the couch. Was he done? Were they going to watch TV with her aching this much?

He took off his cut, laying it on the chair, and then tugged his T-shirt over his head. He sat down on the couch. He stared at her.

“Can I taste your breasts?” he asked.

Cecilia looked at the rough, tattooed biker who was being gentle, giving her all the choices even when his cock was straining against his jeans.

She nodded, reaching for the hem of her shirt. The heat in Torrent’s eyes had her lifting the shirt over her head and tossing it on the chair. Her breasts had never been big with a huge amount of cleavage, but she was a solid B cup. She walked toward him. She wasn’t sure she was brave enough to remove her bra. Torrent held his hand out. She could do this. The heat was still bubbling in her core, and she wanted to feel him.

He pulled her closer, settling her legs on either side of his. When she sat down, she could feel his hardened shaft through their jeans.

“Slow,” he murmured, reaching for her. She thought he’d undo her bra, but instead, he slid a finger in the bra cup, pulling it down until her breast and nipple were available. His other hand rested on her waist.

“Still okay?” he asked, leaning close but stopping just short of his lips touching her nipple.

“Yes,” she hummed, reaching to hold her breast out to him. His tongue peeked out and licked across her nipple. That slow, gentle touch sent heat flooding to her core, a small moan escaping her. Torrent took that as a signal to continue. His lips and tongue teased her nipple and breast. She couldn’t stay still, her hips moving against him. His hand on her hip helped her move, grinding her against him. His hardness hit her clit again and again.

“Oh, Torrent, it’s building,” she whispered.

“Let it. Do what feels good,” he encouraged, his finger playing with the breast he’d been tasting and moving to the other.

She rocked against him, the feeling pooling in her core, her nipples beaded. She wanted what he could give her but couldn’t seem to get there.

“Help,” she pleaded, staring at his head against her breast, his lips and tongue continuing to layer the sensations.

He pulled away from her breasts. “Close your eyes,” he commanded softly, his lips claiming hers, his tongue sweeping inside.

She closed her eyes and let Torrent’s hands on her hips guide them. His hips were grinding against her in the perfect rhythm she hadn’t been able to find by herself. It was building, and then she was coasting over, every muscle clenching as she shuddered against him. She slumped against him, his arms sliding around her as she came down.

They hadn’t made love with his cock inside of her, but Torrent touching her and seeing to her needs had been the most intimate moment ever. Despite coming here under awful circumstances, she’d found her man and her home.

She couldn’t hold the words in, even if he didn’t feel the same way yet.

“I love you. You’ve made me feel safe and I’m so grateful,” she breathed, letting the tears course down her cheeks, her arms wrapping around him.

Torrent dropped a kiss on her head, patting her back as she cried. They weren’t tears of despair. They were cleansing tears. Horse’s Ass may have taken something from her, but she was a survivor. Being a survivor didn’t mean she ignored what happened. It meant she’d work on recovering, knowing that being intimate didn’t mean everything was suddenly perfect. It was one step forward with many steps back and forward in her future.

“First time I saw you was with blood on your hands and shock in your eyes, but something strange happened in my chest. I didn’t want Dragon being the one close to you. I kept trying to figure out what was going on. While I was on the trip, I called Sally and told her how I was feeling. She asked a question and it changed everything. She asked, “What if you lost Cecilia tomorrow, how would you feel?” I realized my life would be less because you’re it for me. We may have married because of the Club, but you’ll become my Ol’ Lady because I love you. I love the way you care for people, especially Calliope. I love the way you seamlessly became a part of the club and our family. I love how your brain can figure out the hardest puzzles, but most of all, I love you because you’re you, and you’re the greatest treasure I’ve ever been given. I’m a hard man who doesn’t talk a lot, but I need you to know that I will love you until my last breath and ride,” Torrent vowed.

So many words from the man who spoke very little hit home—how perfect they were for each other. They had a long road ahead, and she adored that she’d get to ride it with him.

“Love you,” she murmured, leaning against his chest, so very tired now.

“Love you, too. Sleep. I’ll wake you before our girl comes back,” Torrent promised.

Chapter Twenty-Three

“All right, shut up and let’s hear what Gunner found,” Dragon called Church to order. Torrent was ready to hear what was going on. The longer Jasmine was in the Boneyard, the more uneasy he grew.

“First off, we sent the tracker from the backup to Cecilia’s apartment in St. Louis two days ago when the guys picked up her stuff. They did it during the night and bought off the super of her building. For a little cash, he was willing to look the other way. He also wiped the tapes so there isn’t any record of our guys being there. The guys placed two small motion-activated cameras in the apartment, but they have not been tripped yet. Now, before I go on, I want to make sure that Torrent isn’t going to shoot or maim the messenger,” Gunner paused, his eyes locked on Torrent.

“Depends on what you say,” Torrent grumbled.