The pain in my shoulder was becoming a dull roar in my ears, but I ignored it. Intent on getting her to come before I did, I released her hip and slipped my thumb through the wetness surrounding my cock. She gasped at the feel of my hand between us but panted when my thumb came up to circle her clit.
I fought my orgasm because I needed her to get there first.
Faster, I circled her swollen nub. Harder, she slammed that tight pussy down on my throbbing cock.
“You better fucking come,” I growled, then pinched her slippery clit. She screamed as her hot sheath violently spasmed around me and I filled her cunt with what seemed like buckets of come. “Yes,” I chanted with each thrust as I kept feeding her shuddering orgasm.
Her entire body quivering, she gave one last grinding stroke, making my eyes cross at the overstimulation of my still pulsing cock.
“Jesus fucking Christ, babe,” I groaned as I bucked up into her.
“Holy shit,” she said as she panted and dropped her head.
“My thoughts exactly,” I replied as I rapidly inhaled, then gave a breathless laugh.
Slowly, she raised her head. Her full lips were parted softly, and her eyes held that perfect just-been-fucked haze. Unfortunately, it didn’t last long, because I watched as they popped wide open and she stared at me.
“Your shoulder!”
I glanced over to see blood seeping through the white gauze dressing. Dismissing it, I reached up to trail a finger across her lower lip. “It’s fine. Kiss me,” I demanded.
Her brows lowered in concern as she continued to stare at the bandage. Then she glanced at my smirk as I lifted my hips again. “Fucking kiss me,” I repeated.
“Are you sure?” she questioned in worry.
Not waiting for her to decide to listen, I reached up, grabbed her by the throat, and tugged her to me. Her hand shot out to balance herself, landing next to my head. I brought her to my lips and teased hers with my tongue until they opened. Our tongues twisted. Tasting her, I nipped her tongue, then her lip, as she withdrew. I brought us back together. Sensuously, we let our mouths continue what our bodies had been doing before.
Thrust, swirl, bite—it was an erotic dance that had me squeezing her throat slightly as she moaned. Belated, I remembered her bruised neck and loosened my hold.
Finally, we broke free and she rested her forehead to mine. My thumb gently stroked over her pulse.
“What do we do now?” she asked, her words feathering across my damp lips.
“We’re going to get the hell out of here. I’m taking you back to Ankeny with me.”
She sat up abruptly. “I can’t! I have a job, and I need to check on my house! And—”
I cut her off with my hand over her mouth. “Stop.”
She blinked at me, then bit my hand. “Hey!” I said, wide-eyed at her boldness.
“Don’t tell me what the fuck to do,” she growled out. She reminded me of a feisty little chihuahua—tiny but fierce, and I chuckled.
“Easy there, killer. You aren’t going back to your house right now.” She started to interrupt, but I placed a finger over her lips with a warning glare at her, which she returned. “Did you forget someone tried to kill us last night?”
That had her shoulders drooping slightly and worry filling her eyes.
“Hey, none of that. I’m not saying that to make you feel guilty, I’m just saying we need to get you out of town. I’ll have Snow and his boys check out your house and salvage anything they can. I need to get back to my grandmother and my club.”
At that she reared back in confusion. “Your club?”
I sighed, trying to decide how much to tell her once again. “Yeah. My club. You know how Snow and his brothers are the Demented Sons MC up here?”
She nodded, waiting for me to finish my explanation.
“Well, I’m the president of my own club down in Ankeny. If the weather has calmed down, I need to get back there. I didn’t plan on being here this long, and I’m not leaving you here.”
“Don’t I get a say in this?” she sputtered indignantly.