Wonderfully Wrecked (Reckless Bastards MC 4)

“That’s what you think of me?”

I didn’t answer him, I was too angry to even deal with him. I walked into the living room and plopped on the couch, I could barely slide my feet into my gladiator sandals because my hands shook so badly. When I finally got them on, I stood and found myself face to broad chest with Lasso. “I don’t think anything of you, Lasso. I don’t know you, but I am grateful for the help. Now if you don’t mind, I have some things to do.”

“Actually, I do mind.” Both hands wrapped around my arms and pulled me close. “No one tells me what to do yet every

time I turn around, you’re trying to tell me how it’s gonna be.”

“That’s what happens when a woman has a brain. She doesn’t need some man to come in and fix her life.”

He growled at me, an honest to goodness fucking growl. It was hot and bossy and alpha, and it shouldn’t have turned me on as much as it did. But before I could think about what that said about me, his lips were on mine in a fevered, frenzied kiss that had no start or end to it, just a long simmering heat that had finally exploded.

One minute we were fighting, arguing about life and death, and the next we were kissing each other like it was the only thing giving us life. His hands gripped my ass and lifted me in the air, my legs automatically wrapping around him as though they remembered exactly what to do. His body was big and commanding, hard as steel as he moved in closer. The heat between us grew by degrees with every pass of his tongue over mine, every sweep of my hand through his hair.

“Dallas,” I moaned in his ear as his mouth skidded down my neck and across my collarbone.

“Fuck, Rocky,” he groaned when one hand left my ass and slid around to rub along the wet spot between my legs. “You’re already wet for me.”

He was right, I was. I ached to have him buried deep in me again, thrusting and pushing into me over and over, pushing me farther than I ever thought I could go. Giving me more pleasure than any man ever had.

“What are you gonna do about it?”

His grin turned dark and playful as he slipped a finger into me without any hesitation. He didn’t play or tease, just slid deep until I felt my body clench around him. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” His words were guttural, intense and he looked ready to snap.

Good, that was just what I wanted. I knew it was just what I needed to happen before we said goodbye. “It’ll be even tighter wrapped around you.” My whispered words made him shiver and he thrust harder and faster, determined to wring an orgasm out of me before he gave in and slipped me his cock.

But Lasso was the kind of man who didn’t shirk on his partner’s pleasure, which was why my body already lit up like Fourth of July fireworks as he moved me closer and closer to the first orgasm. “Come on, Rocky. Let me see how fucking sexy you look when you come apart. Show me.”

His words and his finger pulled the orgasm from me with the force of an invading army, stripping me of every defense as my body gave in to the pleasure. The undeniable rush and satisfaction of a much-needed orgasm. “Dallas!” That was it, one word. Just his name as pleasure swamped me.

And then I was sliding down his body until my feet hit the carpet, my legs barely able to hold me up without Lasso’s arm tight around my waist. He shucked his jeans, tossed his shirt aside and sat on the sofa. “Come here.” He crooked his finger and I swore to God, it was the sexiest fucking thing on the planet.

Like the good little girl I wasn’t, I went to him. I let him tug my panties down my legs and watched him inhale the scent of me. I lifted my arms so he could remove my dress and settle me on his lap. His cock was long and hard, wetness already gathering at the tip.

Imposing.

Delicious.

Wicked.

His big hands grabbed my hips and slid me up and down his shaft until he was coated with my juices. “Fuck, you feel that? How much you want this cock?”

There was no point denying his words, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of admitting to it, His ego was big enough. But I wanted this because who knew how long it’d be before I found another man I trusted enough? A life as someone else, a single mom someone else, would be hard enough without adding romantic entanglements to the mix.

I took his thick cock in my hand and leaned forward to kiss him, lowering myself on his erection while my mouth fucked his, slow and hard. “Yes,” I moaned when he was finally buried deep. It felt so good, so right. My body quivered with every thrust and I knew my next orgasm was imminent.

“Rocky,” he groaned, grabbing my hips hard and moving me in a harder, harsher rhythm that made my whole body rejoice. He pumped hard and fast, taking me on a trip into the heavens and back before finally, blessedly, the dam broke.

My body shook and convulsed, tightened around him like a vise as I rode out my orgasm, and pulling Lasso’s out in the process. “Yes!” I collapsed on top of him and moaned. “Damn, I missed that.”

His laugh was deep and amused, no doubt his ego suitably massaged. “No shit. You’re a hell of a woman, Rocky.” I didn’t believe that for a second, it was just one of those things guys felt the need to say in the aftermath of sex. But I didn’t need pretty words or fake promises filled with false emotion. I just needed this.

“How about we see if we can make it to the bed for the next round?”

I would enjoy this night with Lasso, make it last for as long as possible and then tomorrow I’d wake up and reach out to the ID guy and then I’d get my ass on the road so I could get settled somewhere before the baby was born.

Chapter 6

Lasso