My breaths increase, my chest brushing his deliciously from the movements. I swear when he’s near, I can feel everything. “How do you figure?” I copy him, licking my lips, wanting to close the distance between us, yet I hesitate.
He steps back, and I teeter to catch my balance. He reaches to the chair beside his door and lifts a leather jacket that’s far too small to fit him. Stepping back from me, he twists the jacket around and stretches it, so I can easily read the patch on the back.
“For me?”
He nods, suddenly appearing a little nervous. Not like my alpha biker at all.
“No one’s ever gotten me anything like this before,” I admit. Bringing my hand up to his face, my thumb brushes over his lips. “This kinda makes it official, huh?”
He nods again. “I told you, I’ve already won.”
“You would rather win me?”
“Of course. Nothing could ever compare,” he replies quietly.
“Oh, biker...” I pull him to me, finally planting my mouth on his. I lose myself in the kiss, reveling in the knowledge that to him, nothing compares to me. That knowledge is consuming, knowing that you mean something to that extent to another.
He pulls away to set the jacket beside us, then strips me of my clothes. Leaving me in only my thong, he lifts the jacket again, and I slide my arms in the soft black leather. I've seen his jacket hanging up, and it’s the same as mine, only much bigger.
His desire filled gaze flicks over me. “If I wouldn’t end up killing someone, I’d tell you to stay like that forever.” He rumbles. “I didn’t think you could get any sexier until now.”
His blazing stare has me feeling every bit of it too. He doesn’t want some frilly lingerie, but a scrap of underwear and a jacket with his name on it. Men are so strange and yet easy to please. “You like your name on my back, cupcake?” I ask, coyly.
He straightens up and growls. There are no words involved. Just some primal sound that has him sounding more inhuman than the average male. With one hand he jerks me against his vast chest, my arms flying forward to hold onto him. His lips come back to mine, impatient and needy. His tongue thrusts inside as the fingers on his free hand push my panties aside, finding my pussy in a rush.
He’s nearly frenzied like the first time he took me on the hood of my car. Two fingers fill my center, and I gasp into our kiss as he plunges them deeply into my core. He doesn’t allow me to pull away either, owning every whimper and moan that tries to escape between our lips. His other massive hand grips my ass cheek, keeping me firmly against him.
His fingers pump, going in deep and quick until my climax thunders through me. The pleasure soaks my entrance from his touch alone. I never want him to stop this madness—it’s addicting. He coaxes my pleasure so easily, my body wanting to bend to his touch to please him.
His fingers leave me, and I’m so close to begging him to keep touching me. His fingertips rub over my stiff nipples drawing another moan from me. He pulls back, and I ask breathily, “What...” I trail off as he draws his fingers in his mouth next, sucking them clean. Soft pants leave me, witnessing him so savage when it comes to me is a huge turn on.
“I want to taste you when I fuck you, and it’ll be even better if I’m sucking on your tits while I’m buried inside you.” His free hand falls to my thigh, hiking it around his hip so he can sink his length in with one firm thrust.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan as he fills me so completely. “Your cock…it’s so fucking big…so good.”
“Mmm, I love hearing that come from your mouth.” His palm on my ass moves to my thigh to lift my other leg around his waist. When he has me completely wrapped around him, one hand palms my ass cheek while the other grips the back of my neck. I couldn’t go anywhere even if I wanted to. This man and his big-ass muscles have me surrounded by him.
He kisses me deep and wild, his lips punishing my mouth as he takes more and more. This level of fucking is so powerful, so damn primal, I feel like we could bring down the clubhouse if he wished. He’s deep enough that I could swallow and feel the tip of his cock in the back of my throat.
A cry bursts free from me and his mouth moves to my throat, his five o’ clock shadow scratching along the way. The stubble against my skin burns in a delicious reminder that Mercenary is ravishing me. A few jerks of his hip, drawing moans from me isn’t enough. He slams us to the bed. He rarely takes me on my back, but right now, he hikes my legs up farther, resting my ankles on his shoulders as he buries himself to the hilt.
I scream his name, and he revels in it. His gaze is full of possession and promises. I’m falling in love with this man. I know it. I can see it in the way he looks at me, how it hits me straight in my heart. I care for him.
His mouth moves lower, sucking and biting along the way until he pushes my breasts against each other. “I love tasting your pussy juice on your tits, straight fucking perfection.”
They’re big enough that my nipples nearly touch, and he sucks and laps at them with such unrestrained eagerness that I shoot off like a rocket again. My climax is so strong, my body feels like it’s floating through space. He groans into my heated flesh as I cry out in bliss, my body shuddering with satisfaction.
His gravelly voice whispers my name over and over like a chant, and my insides squeeze his cock, rewarding his plea. “You taste so damn good. You smell so damn good. Fuck, I just can’t get enough of you,” he admits and sucks the top of my breast marking me in purple and maroon once again.
I’m not going to be the only one this time. My tongue whispers over his sweat slickened flesh, the salt is tangy and addictive. Reaching the middle, I breathe his scent in deeply, letting the leather and hint of cologne eclipse me like a heated blanket. This may be Texas, but I love it when he makes me burn when he makes me sweat.
My teeth clamp down, and his back stiffens in response. He’s bitten me before, but this motherfucker is mine. It’s time I claim him just the same. My tongue swirls the area, and I draw the flesh into my mouth until I’ve left a mark. I continue my task, peppering half a dozen hickeys over his neck. Releasing the skin, I breathe against his throat, claiming him with a ferocious purr, “Mine.”
“Fucking right,” he rasps and slams into me, pouring his come deep. The throbbing of his thick cock has me exploding all over his dick, gripping and releasing again and again. Both of our centers fight each other as we come together, skyrocketing with our pleasure. He kisses me once more, soundly, ending his passion perfectly. The man can fuck like no other.
Once we catch our breath, he climbs off me, holding a hand out to pull me to my feet. “I love the jacket, thank you.”
He nods, tugging me toward the shower. “Good. I spoke to Princess before she ordered the patch. I told her you’re always in tank tops.” He heads for the bathroom, and I trail along.
“They’re easier to work in, especially since it’s so damn hot here most of the year.”
“She figured. Said she’s going to order you some with my patch on the back, so you always have my name on you.”
“If it were anyone other than Princess, I’d be pissed over this.”
He flips on the shower. “I know, babe. I’m glad you two hit it off, even if you burned half the shit she was cooking.”
I burst out laughing. That was definitely one way for me to leave an impression on the queen of the club. She doesn’t fuck around though, and I liked her instantly for it. He rids me of my jacket and underwear before tugging me into the water with him. His hands already stirring up my fire inside for another round.