Bullet Proof (B-Squad 0.50)

The first lick along her passion-swollen lips had her squirming. He tightened his grip on her ass cheeks and she moaned with pleasure. Continuing the blissful torture for them both, he traced her lips—sucking, licking, and worshiping her with his mouth until she was writhing and calling his name. But he wasn't done. Fuck, he didn't know if he ever would be.

Pulling back from her core, he released her ass, hooked his hands under her legs and spread her wide as he pushed her knees toward her shoulders. The position showed her off to perfection, but that wasn't what made him pause. It was the look of need in her eyes, the kind that only he could satisfy. She was his as much as he was hers. It wasn't the drug, which had only upped the wattage on the electricity buzzing between them for months. This was them.

He dove back in, relishing her every whimper and plea not to stop as he feasted on her sweetness. Up and down, twirl to the right and a sweep to the left, he tasted all of her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge until her center tightened beneath him. She screamed out his name and her back arched, lifting her lower half off the bed and bucking his mouth from her. In a lust-clouded daze, he watched as her climax rolled over her.

This was what he wanted. To make her his. Not just for tonight, not only until they found her friend and stopped the Davies-Smythes. He wanted her for forever. He'd sworn he'd never wear a gold band again, but if she had a matching one...

"I'm dying to know what rule number two is," she panted, looking at him from beneath her long lashes.

"You haven't guessed?" He grabbed a condom from the bedside table and rolled it on before joining her on the bed, lying on his back next to her still-panting form. "You come again."

"I think I'm beginning to like your rules." She rolled over and straddled him, leaning down to kiss him, sucking in his bottom lip. "But I have to warn you I have one of my own."

She enveloped his cock in her heated center in one slick downward stroke. The sensation of her holding him tight within her core was nearly more than he could take. "What's that?" he managed to get out.

"No pretending this was the drugs. This has been six months in coming between you and I." She moved her hips in a figure eight that nearly blinded him with pleasure. "We go into this with our eyes open."

Bianca looked down at him, her long hair tangled around her shoulders and desire hooding her big brown eyes. The soft glow of the light filtering in from the kitchen area emphasized the ebb and flow of her curves as she rocked against him, taking them both higher and closer to heaven than they'd ever get on their own.

"I won't pretend." He couldn't lie like that, not to her.

"Smart man." She increased the speed of her hips, tilting so that her clit rubbed against his pubic bone. "I'm going to come."

"Don't hold back." He couldn't look away from her. "Don't ever hold back with me."

She arched her spine and flung her arms back so she balanced with her palms on his shins. The move changed the angle, so the sensitive nerves just inside her entrance rubbed against his cock with each forward and retreat. Wanting to take her higher, he reached lower and circled her clit with his thumb. She tightened around him and he nearly lost it. Holding on to every last bit of self-control he had, he forced himself to ease back from the edge so he didn't fall into the abyss before she came.

Her legs began to shake and he grabbed her ass, rocking her hard against him until her nails dug into his skin and she screamed out his name. Only then did he let himself go, lifting his hips off the bed and driving into her as deep as he could. Three fast, hard strokes and his balls tightened. The vibrations built in the base of his spine and he made one final thrust before coming with enough intensity to obliterate the rest of the world.

She collapsed on top of him, her chest heav

ing in time with his own, and he closed his eyes and tried to catch his own breath. Dangerous? Oh, yes. Taz knew Bianca was fucking deadly to his keep-to-himself way of life. Falling for Bianca was more hazardous to him and the life he'd created for himself than he could wrap his brain around. Even with his brothers, he maintained a distance that wasn't possible with her.

She pressed up and stared straight into his eyes, as if she could see into his heart, before sliding off him. "Stop thinking. It was just sex."

He tightened his arms around her and pulled her tight against his side. "Nothing is just anything when it comes to us."

And that's what it was—us—because he loved her. It hadn't happened overnight and it wasn't a side effect of the Genie's Wish. He'd starting falling for her the moment she walked into Devil's Dip Gym. She'd KO'd him and there was no going back.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Taz was wrong. Bianca closed her eyes and shoved all the niggling doubts into a cold, dark hole in her subconscious. It was just sex.

Yeah, and Texas hates high school football, BBQ, and cowboy boots.

How could she fall for a man who was so much like the old self she was trying to change? The one who only looked out for herself, even if it meant three girls' death. Taz's heart beat steady and strong against her cheek as she skimmed her fingers over his dark, coarse chest hair. His deep breaths calmed her, even as the demons clawed their way to the surface. If she'd only been brave enough, brazen enough, to speak up sooner, those three girls at St. B's wouldn't have killed themselves. Guilt sliced and diced her insides, leaving her with an all too familiar shredded mess that had driven her six months ago to the decision to change her life, to stop being the woman who wouldn't fight for people who couldn't fight for themselves.

After how Taz had grown up and the way his boxing manager, Freddie, had helped him, she couldn't understand why he was so reluctant to take the same stand.

She bent her arm and propped her head up on her hand to get a better look at him before popping the question. "What happened to make you stop rooting for the underdog?"

He didn't bother to open his eyes, but the arm curled around her tensed. "Who said I ever did?"

"You can't lie to me." She tugged on his chest hair just hard enough to let him know she wasn't going to let this go, smirking when his eyes snapped open. "I know you did."

Annoyance flickered across his face, chased by something darker before he closed his eyes again, shutting her out. "Don't think you know everything about me."

"Then tell me." It wasn't that she wanted to know, it was that she had to know.