Sinfully Scarred (Reckless Bastards MC 2)

He flipped me a smug grin. “You’re a big ass ball of happy right now, aren’t ya?”

I brushed past him to put my food in his fridge. I wasn’t risking some asshole breaking in and poisoning it. “Yep. Come on, teacher. Teach me.”

He rolled his eyes and removed his kutte and his long-sleeve shirt, leaving him in nothing but a very tight, and nearly see-through, t-shirt.

“Okay. Let’s see what you can do.”

He lunged forward and I kicked him in the balls, or I tried, but he deflected that quickly. Pretty damn quickly.

“Good try, but most men are prepared for that.”

I nodded. “Okay. Again.” All he did was lunge forward and I tried everything I could think of, first his face, which he avoided by a quick sideways move. Then his throat, his stomach and yes, his nuts. Again. Finally, in what I can only describe as a fit of annoyance, I stepped on his foot.

“Shit!” He lifted his foot, frowning even as his lips turned up into a grin. “Okay, well eventually something will work. But by then,” he flipped me around so my back was flush against his front, “he could have a knife in you, several bullets, or just a tranquilizer to knock you out and take you wherever he wants.”

“Crap!” His feet swept mine and a second later I was on the floor with his big body on top of me. Not a bad position in my opinion, but, “Cheap shot.”

“This ain’t UFC, Teddy. There are no rules. Fight dirty, do whatever you have to do to get free. And be smart about it.” His breath smelled of beer and barbecue sauce, and dammit, I liked it. “See if you can get me off of you.”

I bucked my hips against him a few times but the man was built like a goddamn tank. He wouldn’t move until he was good and ready. I wiggled back and forth to no avail. My attempts at head-butting him only made him lean back. “I’m basically fuckin’ dead, then.” Which kind of sucked, considering how hard I’d worked to make something of myself. Twice.

“No, you’re not. Be smart.”

Is it wrong that I heard him say be a smart ass? I started to wiggle my body again, this time with more purpose. More focus on a central part of his body that slowly came to life behind his zipper. “Is that smart?”

He groaned. “Probably not smart of me to challenge you,” he gritted out.

And just for shits and giggles, and because the man felt divine between my legs, I did it again. His breaths came faster, shallower than before as I wiggled. “Or it’s the smartest thing you’ve done in a while,” I said and wrapped my legs around his waist so he was pressed right where I throbbed. A moan slipped out.

“Teddy. Bad idea, remember?”

I nodded. “I do, but I’ve been thinking about it and it doesn’t have to be. I’m not looking to be wifed up, Tate. I’m looking for a fucking orgasm. That’s it.” There was pause and I could tell he was thinking it over, considering it because I knew he wanted me as bad as I wanted him.

“You sure?”

I grinned. “See for yourself.”

He rolled to my side, one hand propping up his head while the other slid easily into my workout pants and panties, finding me wet and slippery. “Fuck me,” he groaned.

“That’s the plan.”

A deep chuckle sounded but two fingers slid into me the moment his mouth touched mine, pulling a moan from me. His fingers were thick and blunt as they slid deep, stretching me out. I didn’t know where to focus, his delicious mouth, strong and firm, kissing me hungrily while his fingers brought me closer and closer to what I hoped would be my first orgasm of the night. “Fuck,” he grunted as he broke the kiss.

“Yes,” I moaned and gripped his shoulders, letting my hands roam freely over his big, hard body. He was all heat and muscles, all man. His fingers pumped harder into me and before I could slide my hand down to the bulge in his jeans, an orgasm ripped through me. “Fuck yeah...Tate!”

“Now that we’ve gotten that one out of the way,” he began as he slid my pants and shoes off, staring at the wet spot on my panties, “I can take my time with you.”

I sat up and removed my shirt. And bra. “Let’s take our time later. Right now, let’s go hard and fast.” My hands were already at his waistband, tugging on the zipper when his hand stopped my own. “What?”

“It’s been a while.”

Oh right. Prison for six years. “Got it.” I pushed him down on his back and undressed him like his clothes were on fire. But it was me, burning up with lust. My pussy dripped, pulsed and clenched with need for the hard prick that had been pressed against me. “You are a whole lot of man, Tate.”

“Aww, you say the sweetest things.”

“I do, don’t I?” His words were cut off when I began kissing my way down his chest, partially for him but mostly for me. He was built with a capital ‘B’ and right now he was laid out like the perfect man buffet and I wasn’t sure where to start first, those bulging tattooed biceps, the pecs with the dark pink nipples or my personal favorite, the rock hard abs I knew would be slightly salty from his sweat. In the end, I was a greedy bitch and tasted every inch

as I made my way to the hard cock cradled between my breasts.