Her guttural cry snapped his control. “Brace yourself, baby. I’m coming into that pussy. I’m going to make it mine, tattoo my name on your walls, and fill you up with my come. That what you want?”
“Yes. Moose, please?” She wiggled her ass.
“So eager,” he said. He reached between them and guided his head inside her tightness. “So tight and hot.”
“More,” she said, her voice sounded hoarse and full of need.
“Easy baby, I don’t want to hurt you.” He pulled out and pushed back in.
“I can take it, please, please?” She scraped his neck with her nails.
The sting vibrated through him and his control snapped. He plunged deep, and she screamed. “Is this what you want? Like this?” He gripped her hair tight, riding her hard as he pounded inside her, going as deep as possible.
“Yes, like this, like this!”
He clenched his teeth as his balls drew up, determined to make her come once more. Her slick walls were a heavenly palace, welcoming him as they shaped and stretched to fit him. His eyes rolled back in his head, as he released her silken locks to reach around and rub her clit. She tightened around him, shaking. He let go, spraying her insides with sticky, thick fluid. A throwback to caveman days hit. Satisfaction and pride swelled in his chest.
Thoughts of one and done went right out the window.
Chapter Two
It was a mess. A crazy, passionate, beautiful mess and Joey loved every moment of it. She studied her face in the mirror Moose had brought into his room for her and ran a brush through her damp hair. That night after the party had opened Pandora’s box. They couldn’t keep their greedy hands off each another.
A pang of guilt struck her. A month later, she still hadn’t told her friends. At first, the secrecy made the sex even hotter, and then she hadn’t wanted to hear the lectures. Moose wasn’t like Shooter. He didn’t want commitment. Their lives remained mostly separate, except for the time spent together after the sun went down. And how doesn’t that make you a whore? Her stomach curdled. Did my mother think the same thing? That it was just a bit of harmless fun?
Heat flooded into her cheeks as shame hit. What the fuck am I doing? Panic began to pound on the walls she’d built up with lies. The intensity hadn’t faded. She wasn’t getting him out of her system. If anything, she’d already encoded him in her hardwiring. Her heart thudded against her ribs and she stood, dazed. If they hadn’t agreed to meet Shooter and Juliette here, she’d bail. She covered her face with her palms and sucked deep breaths in through her mouth, willing herself to calm as she exhaled through her nose.
The bathroom door opened and Moose frowned. “You doing that yoga thing now?” he asked.
She latched on t
o the flimsy excuse and nodded. “Yep, just trying to get ready to play it cool when we meet Jul and Shooter. Are you sure she doesn’t know?”
“Hey, what goes on in the club stays here. No one’s going to rat me out. I don’t see why you care. Is this slumming for you?”
“What? No.” She shook her head. “I just don’t want them to try to turn this into something it’s not.”
He laughed. “What? You think they’ll be ready to start planning wedding number two?” He dropped his towel and walked over to the dresser, grabbing a pair of boxers and pulling them up to cover his well-sculpted ass. “It’s not like you to be so sensitive and touchy. Are you about to get your period?”
His avoidance of the parameters of their non-relationship made her angry. She balled her hands into fists and took another deep breath. “And if I am? Should I head back to my place tonight?”
“Don’t be a bitch, Jo-Jo. You know I don’t give a shit about that, more lubrication for me and sensitivity for you.” He glanced up and flashed her a wicked grin.
Her face flamed, and she peered down at the floor. This man had her doing all sorts of things she’d never imagined.
“So fucking cute that you still blush.” He pulled on a long-sleeved black t-shirt.
Joey scowled. “I’m black. I can’t blush.”
“Your face might not show it, but you sure as shit blush. I’ve learned your looks over the weeks.”
Flutters filled her stomach.
“Are you going to finish getting dressed? I think they’ll figure out something’s off if they get here and you’re still in your panties and underwear.”
She grabbed a pillow off the bed and chucked it at his head.
“What the fuck, Joey?”