But even if she stayed near Dax, I didn’t want her anywhere in the clubhouse without my cut. Women who weren’t claimed were fair game around here, and I wanted it to be damn clear who Rylee belonged to.
When we reached my room, I dropped the duffel bags to fish my key out of my pocket and unlock it. Once inside, I unceremoniously tossed Rylee on the bed before turning around to retrace the few steps it took to grab our bags from the hallway and resecure the door.
“What the heck, Nova?” Rylee squawked as she rolled to her side to try to scramble off the mattress.
I dropped our bags and stalked to the opposite edge of the bed, grabbing her ankle before she could swing her legs around and dragging her back to the center of the bed. I crawled onto it and covered her body with mine, caging her between my bent arms.
“Would you stop manhandling me?” She squirmed, trying to get free.
“Nope,” I said, giving the p a little pop.
Rylee stilled and stared up at me, her pretty little mouth slightly open and her gorgeous green eyes filled with shock. “What do you mean, no?”
My head dipped close to her mouth, and I murmured, “I like handling this sexy body.”
“Um…” Her cheeks bloomed with two pink circles, and I grinned. I loved seeing her blush. It was cute, but I also got hard wondering if the pretty pink color was the same shade as her pussy. “Why can’t I stay with Arya?”
My eyes narrowed, and my grin curved into a frown. “I told you, angel. It’s my job to protect you.”
“I’m sure Dax is fully capable of keeping me safe,” she muttered. “I don’t understand why you have to be the one—”
“Don’t you?” I interrupted, dropping the weight of the lower half of my body onto her so my hard-on nestled into the apex of her thighs.
Rylee gasped, and a shudder raced through her body while her nipples visibly hardened beneath her shirt. She stared into my eyes, no doubt seeing the deep, gnawing hunger in their depths. “Who is going to protect me from you?” she whispered.
“Nobody, angel. You’re mine.”
Before she could form a response, I captured Rylee’s lips with mine. I groaned at the velvety texture and ran my tongue along the seam of her mouth. She immediately opened for me, and I inwardly grinned in triumph. Her body knew exactly what she wanted, even if she hadn’t worked it out in her mind.
My tongue slipped inside and rubbed against hers, then swept around for a deeper taste. She inhaled sharply, and her big, soft tits pressed into my chest. The need to feel those heavy globes pillowed against me, skin to skin, overwhelmed me.
I broke our kiss for only a second to rip off my cut and whip my shirt over my head, then covered her mouth once more as I tossed them off to the side. Without breaking the seal of our kiss, I slipped my hands under the hem of her top, splaying my palms over her belly before slowly pushing the shirt up. When her chest was fully exposed, I dipped my index fingers into the edge of her bra and rubbed them over her large, rigid peaks.
Rylee gasped again, and I angled my head to deepen the kiss while I dragged the cups down to free her tits. I cupped them for a moment, gently squeezing them and enjoying the ragged moan it drew from her throat.
Finally, I glided my hands to her sides and brought the rest of my body down on top of her. Sparks erupted wherever our skin touched as if an electric current flowed between us. I groaned and slid my hands up behind her to delve into her wild curls, using the position to pull her head back so her back arched and her mouth opened even more.
I ravaged her with my lips, tongue, and teeth until she was clutching my back, her nails digging into my flesh while she rubbed her nipples back and forth against my chest, moaning at the friction.
All the blood in my body had drained to my groin, and my hips rocked involuntarily, causing us both to cry out. Our kiss broken, I buried my head in her neck and thrust against her again.
“Nova,” Rylee gasped.
“Fuck,” I rasped. “Hearing you say my name in that breathy voice is so fucking hot.”
Rylee widened her legs and bent her knees slightly, giving me room to fully press my cock against her pussy so that on the next thrust, it dragged over her clit.
“Nova!” she cried. “I’m—don’t stop!”
“Never,” I growled. And I fucking meant it. I was going to spend the rest of my life making my woman cream her panties and scream my name.