Claiming Menace (Ruthless Sinners MC 5)

“It’s pretty boring, actually.”

“Um-hmm. If you say so.”

He grabbed some clean clothes from his bag, then walked into the bathroom and started the shower. As soon as I heard the water running, I thought about that night when I’d wandered into his office and found him in the shower. Just thinking about it had me tingling all over. Moments later, he came out of the bathroom wearing only a pair of boxer briefs. My eyes studied his muscular chest, marveling at all the colorful ink marking his skin. Menace’s dark wet hair glistened in the light as he walked over to the bed and got under the covers next to me.

When he just laid there without saying a word, I sighed and rolled to my side, and then onto my back again. I couldn’t seem to get comfortable no matter what I tried. I knew exactly what would scratch the itch that had me on the brink of insanity, but it meant breaking Menace’s no-sex rule. I glanced over at him sprawled out on the bed next to me, looking like every fantasy I’d ever had wrapped up in one incredible, sexy package. It felt like my entire body was on fire. I couldn’t stand it a second longer, so I threw the covers off of me, desperate for some cool air to soothe my overheated skin.

I let myself steal another look at him, and I noticed his eyes surveying my pink toes, my calves, my knees … and watched as his gaze stalled on my thighs. He was checking me out, no doubt about it. His voice was ragged as he asked, “Uh, what, uh… Whatcha doing over there?”

“Hmm?” I replied with my best doe eyes. “Nothing. Just getting more comfortable, that’s all.”

His hungry eyes skirted over the length of my body; then, he dropped his head back down on the pillow and closed his eyes. That ass! I knew he wanted it every bit as much as I did, but he was playing it cool. Well, I was done playing it cool. My sexual frustration had all but depleted my self-restraint, and feeling the heat of his bare skin next to mine wasn’t helping matters. I became restless and couldn’t stop fidgeting in the sheets thinking about his hands and how good they’d felt as he possessively took control of my body.

Needing to get a little closer, I rolled over to my side to face him. The hem of my t-shirt rode up, exposing my black lace panties, and I fought a tiny smirk as his eyes darted from my hips to the ceiling. I lifted my hand and placed it on his chest, slowly trailing my fingers over the lines of one of his tattoos. He clenched his jaw as he warned, “Parker.”

I knew he was reminding me about his rule, but I felt pretty confident that breaking a rule or two would be a hell of a lot better than this torture. “Hmmm?”

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” I lied as I inched a little closer. I could feel his heart start pounding beneath my palm as I laid my head on his shoulder and angled my mouth towards his neck, my warm breath against his skin. “Just getting a little more comfortable.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“What about you?” I asked as I gently drew circles on his pec with my fingertip. “Are you comfortable?”

“Yeah, I’m good.”

His focus dropped down to my breasts, clearly visible through my flimsy white t-shirt. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and I couldn’t help but remember what else that tongue could do. “Are you sure?”

His breath caught as I let my fingertips move from his tattoos down to his abdomen. His cock stirred when I reached the waistband of his boxer briefs. I toyed with the elastic, letting my fingers brush against his flesh. When I noticed his erection pressing against the cotton fabric, I moved my hand down further, brazenly testing his arousal. A deep hiss escaped his lips as my palm ran over his thick shaft, and there I had it. Proof that he was just as turned on as I was.

“Thought so,” I whispered.

“You’re killing me, woman.”

“I’m just getting started.”

I feared he might resist when I started to lower his boxers down his hips, but he didn’t. Instead, he lifted his hips and allowed me to ease them down his legs, freeing his cock to the cool air. His eyes closed and his breath hitched as I wrapped my fingers around his long, thick shaft and rubbed the pre-cum around his tip with the pad of my thumb. I moved my hand up and down, teasing us both as I stroked his throbbing cock. I felt him grow even harder when I lowered my mouth and slid my tongue along the head, tasting him before I took him deeper. Menace’s head tilted back against the pillow as he warned once again, “Parker.”