Bikers Librarian (Lords of Mayhem 1)

“No, you aren’t.” His gaze hardened into black onyx.

Anger ignited in her belly as she placed her hands on her hips. She was used to doling out discipline to naughty children. She could expand her repertoire to include overgrown bikers too.

“Watch me. Control is a gift that’s given. You had me up until the verbal assault.”

“Verbal assault?” he sputtered, jaw opening and closing. “Don’t twist the words around, Librarian.” The emphasis on her job title turned it into something dirty. She’d never wanted to smack a man across his face so badly in her life. The fire he’d ignited went bone-deep and didn’t stop at arousal.

“What word would you use then?”

“Warning.”

“What are you talking about?”

“About what you’re really getting into. We bikers aren’t like most people and I’m even less so. I told you I wanted to do more than sleep with you, Juliette. I want to possess you, crawl beneath your skin, inside your heat and live. Nothing else will satisfy me. Are you ready for that? There’s a complex set of rules removed from what you might consider in polite society.”

“You’ve been nothing but up-front. You don’t think I know that? Why let me decide?” She shook her head, flustered. “I don’t understand you, Shooter.”

Guilt crept into his eyes before his face went blank. “I shouldn’t have started it.” He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. “I have trust issues. There’s a reason why I’ve been out of the dating game for so long. I can’t do casual with you.”

The inches between them began to feel like miles as he pulled back, dulling their natural connection.

“I’m sorry. I’ll take you home.” He ran a hand through his hair and she saw a vulnerability previously hidden. It didn’t take a genius to recognize how rare the moment was. Against her better judgment, she opted to stay.

“No. I’ve had enough of people telling me what I can and can’t do. You included. I thought you said I was free here. That means it’s my choice. We’re so close to being something amazing. Don’t fuck it up by pulling back. ”

“You don’t just stop being an old lady, Juliette. Even after the fact, your name will be inexplicably bound with mine.”

The words caressed her ears like a poem. “Maybe I like that.” He couldn’t toss her aside like used garbage even if he wanted to. Like a plan B just in case Plan A went awry. The fucked-up situation gave her comfort. Knowing he wanted her so fiercely in such a permanent capacity made her want to forgive him anything. I’m so much more damaged than I thought. “You can trust me, Shooter.” She starred into his eyes, willing him to let her in.

“Fuck.” The raw rasp of his voice brought her body back to melted butter status. She rubbed her thighs together. His eyes darkened.

“I gave you a chance to escape. Now we’re both damned.” Standing in front of her, he wound her hair in his hands and pulled the strands tight. He slanted his lips over hers. “Don’t let me down.” The whispered words against her lips slayed her.

Her knees threatened to buckle as he claimed her, leaving no inch of her mouth unexplored. Liquid ran down her center, soaking her thighs as her core pulsed in waves. Detaching his lips, he released her hair and molded his hand to her body. He slid it down her side and beneath her skirt to cup her pussy.

“Mine.” The snarled word planted a seed of need inside her soul to belong to someone who made her feel as if she was the moon and stars. Shooter did that and more. He moved to grip her thighs and lifted her once more. Wrapping him up in her legs and arms, she held on tight.

“I can feel your heat through my pants. You’re ready to take my cock, aren’t you?”

Her walls clenched. “God, yes.”

“From now on this pussy is mine. You’re a good girl, aren’t you, Juliette? You’ll follow my rules, won’t you?”

“R-rules.” The word gave her pause.

“There will be no other men.”

She shook her head in easy agreement. Who else could compare? If she was in over her head, she’d tread water until he decided they were done. At first she thought a man like him wouldn’t stay interested in her for too long. Every day he showed her how wrong she was. A part of her wanted to believe this was it. This man led to forever. It’s too soon. As he moved through the apartment, she had a vague impression of bland, off-white walls, bare of anything sentimental. They reached his room and he turned on the light switch with his elbow. A king-size bed built to hold his large frame, draped in crimson sheets and a black comforter took center stage. He tossed her into the middle and shed his clothing.

Hungry for the sight of him, she drank in his appearance. He had washboard abs, sculpted pecs and a body with little to no fat. She salivated. When her gaze landed on his thick cock, she gulped. He was wide and long. He fisted his base and stroked down to the purple head, yielding droplets of pre-cum.

“See what you do to me, baby? How about a little taste?”

She sat up on the end of the bed and he walked over, lining her lips with the tip of his cock. “That’s it, open those luscious lips of yours and take me in.” She sucked him into her mouth and closed her eyes as the salty flavor exploded on her tongue. Hollowing her cheeks, she bobbed her head and took him deep. He was too much to fit in her whole mouth. But she took as much as she could, opened her throat.

“Shit yeah, baby.” He fisted her hair and rocked his hips, guiding her rhythm. She released him with a loud pop and traced the veined underside of his dick. He tightened his hold and pulled her head back. “If we don’t stop now this’ll be over way to soon.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You’re overdressed. I can fix that.” He released his grip on her hair and stepped away from the bed. His member bobbed in time with his steps. Before she could focus properly, her clothes were hitting the ground. He disappeared from view. A drawer opened. The glint of the silver package made her smile.