Sinfully Scarred (Reckless Bastards MC 2)

And that was a problem I wasn’t ready to deal with yet. So I relied on my old standby. “Just thinking of the best method to seduce you right now.”

He flashed that lazy, cocky grin, tugging my leg until one was draped across his lap. “These shorts are a damn good start.”

Using his shoulders for leverage I pulled myself up to a sitting position, right in his lap. “I love this seat,” I told him and ground against where he was already growing hard beneath his sweat pants. “It’s so, ah, comfortable.”

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he bit out, eyes heavy and dark as I stood, shoving down my shorts and removing my tank top. Standing stark naked in front of the hottest man in all of Nevada, I felt my confidence swell. “Now that’s the right amount,” he practically growled and pulled me back on his lap.

Unable to resist, I cupped his face and kissed him hard and fast, hungry as fuck because the moment we touched my body became a greedy little slut, lapping up his taste, his substance like it was going out of style. Tonight, I couldn’t get enough.

I wouldn’t. “Fuck,” I growled against his mouth as he slid a finger deep inside me, curving it at just the right angle to make me insane. “Tate.” Head thrown back, I began to ride his hand, crying out when his lips wrapped around my nipple. Tugging hard just how I liked. “Yeah, like that!”

I felt my first orgasm pushing toward the surface and my hips moved faster and faster.

“You’re so fucking wet. My hand is drenched.”

“How about we get that cock nice and drenched?”

He let out a deep chuckle, using one hand to shove his pants down while he pushed me closer and closer to the edge. But I wanted more. I wanted his long, thick cock pounding into me. Hard, fast and rough. “Great idea.”

His smile was irresistible and I had to taste it with my whole mouth. I kissed him again, hard and hungry as he gripped his cock and ran it through my wet folds. “Oh, fuck me.”

“I intend to, Cover Girl.” And then he lined our bodies up and I dropped down onto his cock with more force than necessary, burying him so deep it was damn near uncomfortable. “Oh fuck!”

He held my hips, but this was my show. Right there on the sofa, I rode his cock like the most award-winning rodeo girl on the planet. Stroking and grinding, I rode his cock hard and fast, greedy for him in a way I couldn’t really understand. “Tate,” I moaned as the orgasm rolled to my skin, ready to shoot through every pore like a supernova.

He gripped my hips and took over, yanking my hips in a frantic up and down motion that sent my senses reeling. He grunted and growled his pleasure and that ended up being what tipped me over the edge into a fracturing orgasm that tore me apart, left me shattered and shaking while he used my pulsing orgasm to reach for his own. “Ah, fuck Teddy,” he grunted, hips still jerking up as emptied himself into my body.

I couldn’t stop moving, even through the aftershocks, even though he was growing soft. I needed more of him. I was so goddamn hungry for him that I didn’t stop until our bodies separated. “Damn Tate, that was incredible. Let’s do it again.”

He laughed. “Give me a few minutes.” A moan escaped when he shoved two fingers to replace his much thicker cock. “Still clenching, dirty girl.”

“It’s not your beautiful cock, but I’ll take it,” I panted as I rode his hand to my second orgasm. Eyes locked together, he held me captive as my hips rolled hungrily against him, the small curve of his lips pushing me until I let go, screaming and shuddering around him.

“Speaking of beautiful,” he said as I fell apart all around him, resting my face right over his heart.

In that moment, I knew Tate was going to be a whole different kind of trouble than I was used to.

Chapter 13

Tate

“And now your tattoo is officially, done.”

I smiled down at my handiwork, proud of the rich colors and shadows on her long, sexy leg.

She smiled up at me and then down at her leg, standing and pulling her long skirt to the side. She looked at the ink in the mirror, her gaze riveted on what she considered her newly beautiful leg. “I love it, Tate. You did a great job!” That smile, the one I saw in my dreams, flashed wide and happy, and somewhere in the distance warning bells sounded. But dumb fuck that I was, I ignored them and smiled back.

“That’s what I wanted to hear. That you love it.” I pulled her back flush against me, gliding my hand up her ink free thigh as I kissed her neck. “I didn’t think those legs could possibly get any sexier. Glad to see I was wrong.” She shuddered under my touch, shivered as my warm breath tickled her neck.

“Yeah well, you have been without a woman for a long time.” Deflection was something Teddy did a lot and always when it came to compliments, which was weird because she was as confident as they came. Except when it came to her scarred leg. “How much?”

I blinked, my lips still on the side of her neck, as her words sank in. “No charge. Consider it on the house.”

She shook her head and stepped out of my arms. “No way, Tate. Don’t be that guy, not right now.” She peeled a few bills from her wallet while she sent very creative curse words my way. “Three fifty should be enough. If it’s not, I expect you to let me know.”

She was so fucking beautiful, standing there with her toned arms on display as she fisted her hands at her hips. Her blue eyes blazed angrily, red hair wild and unkempt.

“Stubborn damn woman,” I muttered and reached for her, pulling her back into my arms so our bodies were pressed tight together. She was so soft and feminine, smooth and silky. I couldn’t get enough of touching her, she was so responsive. I smacked her ass and lowered my mouth to hers, a scorching kiss that left us both wide-eyed and panting. Turned on again, just like that.