One Wild Ride (Lords of Mayhem 2)

“That’s my good girl.” He pulled out and drove home over and over again.

His fingers sent her over the edge in a wicked tailspin. Her body shuddered and she cried his name, gripping his shoulders for dear life as the world went fuzzy. When she came back down, his fingers were still moving inside her, manipulating the swollen flesh.

“I hope you know we’re nowhere near done.” He pushed to his feet, gripped her thighs and lifted her as if she weighed nothing. He slammed her body up against the door.

Joey eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Jo-Jo. Make sure you remember you belong to me.”

She purred from low in her throat, reaching up to grip a hank of his hair and tug, hard. “And you belong to me.”

“Fuck, you’re so hot when you get possessive.” He quickly undid his pants, shoved the denim down his legs and thrust home.

“Oh God!” His thick girth pushed her to the border of pain. A slight sting reminded her what a week without a good dick-down could do. She dug her fingers into his back, enjoying the way his muscles flexed as he pounded into her.

“So tight, wet.”

The back of her head knocked against the door. “Shit, shit, shit.” Her brain shut down, and she became a mindless receptacle for pleasure. Her walls flexed and she leaned forward and sank her teeth into the flesh of his shoulders.

He roared, pumping and grunting like a wild animal as he strained inside her. “Gonna come,” he whispered.

“Yes, yes.” Her body trembled and he gripped her hips tightly as his heat flooded her channel. The warmth sent her over the edge into a soul-shattering completion that was more than physical. He slumped onto her and she held on for dear life as her throat went dry and she decided to be brave as the words fell out of her trembling mouth, “I’m falling in love with you.”

His body went stiff. “What did you say?” He pulled back and tilted his head down.

“I said, I’m falling in love with you.” Her voice wavered. Was it too much? Too soon? After everything, she couldn’t keep it inside.

He graced her with a wide teeth-baring smile she’d never seen before. It took years off his age and for a moment in time, turned him into a completely different person. His eyes were bluer than a clear sky and the happiness radiating from him blinded her like the sun. “I’m right there with you, Jo-Jo. You pulled off the impossible, touched a place I thought I’d buried long ago.” He shook his head. “These waters we’re swimming in are deep.”

“Are you okay with that?” she asked with a shaky voice.

“I don’t think it matters now that we’re in them.” His eyes twinkled.

Joey laughed. “Yeah, I guess not.”

“For the record? I am all right with it.” He pulled out before she could respond. “Let’s take a shower so I can get you dirty again.”

The swift change of topic wasn’t lost on her. She’d learned to let him lead when it came to emotionally charged situations. “How about you stop teasing me and show me.”

A roguish grin spread his lips and he nodded. “Hope you’re ready.” He scooped her up into his arms and she squealed as he strode away from the door toward her bedroom.

* * * * *

Moose knocked on Joey’s mom’s door and shoved his hands into his pockets as he waited for someone to answer the door. I can’t believe I’m doing this shit. It’s domestic as hell, but I know Joey needs me right now, and I’m not about to let her down, or piss off Daddy dearest. He and Wanderer had a very tenuous peace treaty he couldn’t afford to break. Not when the Eights and Mayhem were both on edge, waiting for Peter’s men to strike. For some reason, Wanderer seemed to think he, Joey, and her mother needed to make up for all the time they had missed. It was making his girl’s skin crawl. Moose didn’t like that, but he was stuck between a rock and a hard place, so he had kept his mouth shut for once. The door opened, and he smiled down at a flustered-looking Joey.

“Thank God, you got here. If I had to spend one more minute in the room with them by myself, I might hurl,” she whispered.

“Why?” he asked, lowering his voice.

“Let’s just say the tension between them is intense and disgusting.”

He laughed. “You trying to tell me the old man still wants to get down with your mom?”

“It’s not funny,” she said. Her dark brows dipped down, and her lips were pulled into a straight line. Oh, she looked pissed.

“I don’t know what having me here will do, but you got me, babe.” He wrapped an arm around her waist. “Now show me where you grew up.” He leaned down and whispered into her ear, “If I’m a good boy, can we sneak away later to your room and christen it?”

She laughed. “Such a pervert.”