“Come on, brother, join us in celebrating.” He includes Nightmare, and, of course, Night readily agrees, saddling up next to me as he’s poured his own super-sized shot as well. At this rate, I’ll be trashed within the hour.
“What we toasting too?” Night asks while staring down at me, his eyes saying so much but I’m unable to read him.
“To women we can’t forget,” Viking mutters, while tinking his tumbler to Princess’ shot. “To women worth being better for.”
She finishes, “And to men who’re nothing but trouble.” He sends her a curious glance but doesn’t protest. Instead, downing the alcohol in two gulps and finishing by pressing his lips to hers in a scorching kiss.
I’m happy she’s found the love of her life. I’m even slightly jealous of it. Not in a bad way; I just want that love for myself.
Nightmare’s knuckles find my chin, tipping my head up to his, but I don’t give him the chance. Turning back to Blaze, I put on a large smile. “Hey, Blaze, can I get a Sprite, please?” I need something to cool me off.
“Just a Sprite? Want me to add some vodka and cherry or anything?” I hate vodka, and even that sounds delicious. No wonder he’s the bartender.
“No thanks, just the Sprite for me, please. I need something other than alcohol in my stomach or I won’t be able to hang with this one for very long.” I tilt my head over toward my friend who’s still making out with her man. Years later and they act like two horny teenagers, never getting enough of each other.
“Hmmm, that’s not what I’ve heard. According to the boss lady, you were quite the partier back in the day.”
“Yep, I was, but I’ve calmed down since then. It’s not fun being hungover the next day I’ve learned.”
“Truth,” he agrees, handing me the large, fizzy soda. He threw a cherry on top for me, so that was sweet.
“We had fun, and I don’t remember you being so bad off that we couldn’t roll around the next day.” Nightmare pulls my face back toward him, and I lick my lips. My hand falls to his chest, attempting to keep some mandatory space between us. Any closer and I’ll melt right here in front of him.
He leans down, brushing his nose against mine as his deep voice continues to mutter, “In fact, I remember we had a great time—fucked up, posted against the side of a bar. Remember that, dollface? You had marks all over your back from the brick.” Princess’ eyes grow wide as they meet mine, and the memories flash through my mind of the night he’s talking about.
He’d pulled me outside the bar. Rushed and hot after I’d divulged my secret of having tasted Princess mere moments before he’d sucked my taste off his fingers. I wanted him so badly at that point I thought my body would explode if he held out.
It’d been like he was teasing me in the days before. Each time I’d seen him, he’d throw me a brief, irritated glance and nothing more. I knew he wanted to fuck me. I could feel it in the air, in the way his pissed-off gaze practically singed me each time it landed on me.
“So, I’m getting fucked too, hmmm?” I giggle, following behind as he rounds the corner of the building. I’m practically thrown up against the brick, his body coming to mine in a hurry as if he can’t feel me fast enough.
“Bet your sweet ass, you are. I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you won’t be feeling anyone else there but me—ever. I’ll be your goddamn Nightmare all night tonight, baby,and you’ll be my daydream.”
Those words coming from his mouth as he pulls my shorts free are like ice on a hot day. Just what I need to hear for my core to crave him sinking blissfully deep into me. Most men are pansies, overworking to get me to spread my legs for them. Nightmare, however, gets right to it.
“Then fuck me, Nightmare,” I whisper, relenting and his eyes alight with a fiery storm. He’s big and strong and hung like a goddamn horse. His cock stirring between his legs is the biggest dick I’ve ever seen in my life. Long and thick and needy, exactly what I want from him. He’s right about me never feeling anyone else. How could I with a man like him?
“Oh my God.” Gasping in delight, I take his length in my hand—my fingers not being able to touch each other, his girth is so dense.
“That’s right, dollface, you won’t be walking tomorrow.” He winks, a roguish grin painted on his lips.
You know how many guys say that shit and then it never holds true? All of them. In this case, Nightmare is one hundred percent telling the truth, and for the first time in my life, I’m scared of a cock.
Pulling my hand free, he takes both my wrists in one of his much bigger hands. Nightmare posts them above my head, against the rough brick behind me. He wraps his other arm with muscles the size of my thighs around my waist, lifting me clear off the ground. The man clearly knows what he wants and fuck if it isn’t unbelievably sexy.
A small moan escapes my lips at his movements. The control and no hesitation on his part has me panting to have him inside me. His cock bobs, straight up, seeking out my center. It’s so fucking big, he doesn’t even need his hands. He simply lowers me down on him, my pussy swallowing him up like the greedy, overly excited bitch she is.
One powerful bounce of his hips and I’m sliding down farther, his length ripping through me in the most delicious ways that I’ve experienced.
“Sweet baby Jesus,” I groan, and he chuckles darkly. “You are one big boy.”
“I didn’t descend from above beautiful; I ascended from hell. Nothing good and pure could have a cock like this. And I’m all man, no boy around here,” he growls and drives into me hard.
I scream loudly and love every second of the pain, of the perfection. There was a reason he was holding out on me, but no more. I may not be able to walk tomorrow, but I’ll make sure he’s so satisfied that he never wants another.
He may believe he’s from hell, an outlaw biker who’s mean and dangerous. But I don’t agree with him. Nothing this perfect could come from below.
He fucks me with purpose, the rough edges of the brick scraping my back with each harsh drive. I don’t know if he’s proving his point to me or trying to make me praise God about him some more. His arm must be torn to shit as well from bracing me and taking the brunt of his motions.