Sinfully Scarred (Reckless Bastards MC 2)

“I don’t think you’re anything in particular. Well, except hot as fuck and prickly as hell.”

She smiled, but this time it didn’t reach her eyes. Instead, they were far off. Cold. Distant. “I don’t need to be saved.”

“I’m not in the business of saving people who don’t need it. That’s why I left the Navy.”

“Good.” She gave a proud nod as though we’d settled something.

“Minx?”

“Cash,” she responded in a breathy whisper that sent a spear of fire right to my cock. Left me pulsing and aching to bury myself in her. But I wouldn’t.

For now, I j

ust wanted something simple. “I wanna kiss you, sweetheart.”

She nodded but I was already descending, her pretty face growing closer and closer until our mouths touched. I swept inside and she allowed it, tasting me as fervently as I tasted her. We kissed like horny teenagers making out on the sofa, letting our hands explore each other’s bodies. She was soft and silky everywhere I was hard, sharp edges.

When she slid onto my lap, I worried I might lose my shit. In those tiny ass shorts my hands gripped her tight, but the warmth of her pussy was so hot I felt it through my jeans as she ground against me. Back and forth her hips moved along the length of my cock, and I knew we were at the point where we either stopped—or moved forward.

And damn, I wanted to move forward.

Her hands slid under my shirt, stroking my muscles to distraction before she finally got rid of the damned thing. “So hot,” she moaned and pressed kisses from my collarbone to my abs.

“Your turn,” I told her and pulled the tank from her body, putting those magnificent tits right in my face. Close enough to taste them. I grabbed them both in my hands and flicking my tongue against the tight, dusky pink tips before pulling them into my mouth. God, she was so sweet and so fucking responsive, I could smell her arousal already. I slipped a hand into those red shorts and holy fuck, she coated my fingers with her juices. “Minx,” I groaned as she held my head close to her tits, urging me on.

Her response was to grind against my hand, gaze pinned to mine in an intense look that tightened my balls. “Yes,” she moaned low and deep, stealing all of my control with another small move of her hips. Her hands flew to my waistband, unfastening my belt and my pants with an urgency that told me our kisses had affected her as much as me. “Cash.”

“Tell me.”

“I want you.”

“Then have me, sweetheart.” At my words, she reached inside my boxer briefs and gripped my cock. Her gaze never left mine as she stroked me from balls to tip. “Minx.”

She stood and pushed the red shorts down her legs before kicking them away. Climbing back on my lap she wasted no time coating my cock with the slick juices that flooded her thighs. “Condom,” she groaned, and I reached for my pocket and produced one.

Biting back every impulse I had, I let her roll the rubber down my cock and secure it in place. “You’re killin’ me, babe.”

Her hands rested on the sofa behind my head as she balanced above my erect cock that searched for her cunt like a heat-seeking missile. “Ahh, but what a way to go, right?” She gripped me and impaled herself on my cock, letting out a cry so throaty and erotic I had to dig my fingers into her flesh to stop the urge to come. “Cash,” she moaned my name over and over again as she slid up and down my shaft, fucking me like her life depended on it.

I kept hold of her hips so I could thrust up in her as our skin grew slick with our efforts. The sound of flesh smacking hard only made my desire stronger, my need for her out of control. Harder and harder I thrust while she rode my cock, bouncing and swiveling her hips in a way that tantalized me. “Cash,” she groaned in warning, and I slid a hand between us, rubbing her clit in fast circles to ratchet up her pleasure until she exploded around my cock. She convulsed in my arms as the orgasm washed over her. “Yes. Oh, God, Cash! Yes!”

That was all I needed to hear to let myself go and pound into her dripping cunt until my own orgasm ripped out of my body on a loud roar. I fell back on the sofa and she sank onto me, pulling me deeper inside her wet, still pulsing body. “Minx, you’ve wrecked me.”

She laughed and laid her head on my shoulder. “That was some kiss.”

I did the only thing I could in that moment. I laughed.

***

Minx

One of my favorite things about living on my own was waking up, even if it was to an annoying fucking alarm clock. It was better than the screams, rock music, or the sounds of someone fucking. Last night I’d slept more peacefully than I had in ages, probably since what ended up being my last night in my childhood home. But when I woke, groggy from exertion, I panicked at the feel of the hot, hard, and obviously male body pressed against mine. I tried to move, to slide out of bed, but strong arms kept me close.

I would have screamed my fool head off too, if his arms hadn’t relaxed and he hadn’t dropped a kiss just behind my ear. Cash. The man had the body of one of those Gods that museums loved to depict naked. Of course, I hadn’t been to a museum in a long time, but I remembered how they looked, tall and wide, masculine. They were all man, just like Cash. He smelled like sin and sex and something uniquely male, and just like that my body began to relax.

What was it about this man that slipped under my defenses? That made me relax when I should be on guard? I didn’t know, but I knew he was dangerous. A guy like Cash had the power to make me do the one thing I vowed never to do when I was free. Wish for things I couldn’t have. I gasped at the feel of his thumb and forefinger applying pressure to my nipple and instantly felt desire flood my insides.

The man had to be a magician, that was the only explanation for how he’d gotten me to sleep with him. Twice. How could I so easily fall into bed with him as if the past hadn’t happened to me? As if it didn’t loom over me every fucking day like a perpetual black cloud. I let out a long sigh to get rid of the thoughts that came far too early in the morning. The sun hadn’t even risen yet, but my mind was running a marathon already.