Speed King (Men of Action 1)

“That’s unnecessary. Achilles and I talked about it. I’m starting next week. He’s agreed to take it easy and follow all instructions on his recovery.” The last part isn’t exactly true.

“Don’t remember agreeing to anything except you should start your new job as planned,” he utters.

“Okay, I’ll amend my statement. At least, if I’m at work, I’ll be in denial that he’s actively disobeying medical advice on his rest and recovery.”

Mike chuckles, jerking his chin in approval to Achilles. “We’ll make sure IT gets you outfitted with everything you need to work from home pretty quickly. In case you need to be here and supervise.”

I smile in appreciation.

The rest of the guys idle over, shaking hands and greeting.

“Ahhhh!” I squeal when my feet leave the ground and I’m swept in the air.

“Jay-Jay!” Drake’s deep voice booms in my ear as he shakes me.

I’ve been so wrapped up with the ladies, I haven’t made my way around to see everyone. He places me down, and I twirl to hug him.

“He may have had a life-threatening injury, but he still could pummel me,” he murmurs.

I shoot Achilles a warning look and step over to hug Sam.

The group gets quiet, and I note all eyes are on me. “What’s wrong?”

“Jay? My house?” Ford quirks an eyebrow.

“I sent you pictures.”

“You left out quite a few details.”

“Told you it was over-the-top.”

“Wait until it gets dark and you see the outside,” Dad pipes up. “Harley had us old men hustling.”

“If any of the guys at the station still believe the Casanova myth, they should see this place now,” Talon adds.

“Oh no! We can’t have that! I have the best thing going as the scandalous and sordid woman who frequents the Club.”

Achilles yanks me to his chest, lifting my chin and brushing his lips across mine. “The house is beautiful, baby. You did well.”

“Thanks. Hope you feel that way when we take it down.”

“Those presents under the tree? Who are all those for?”

The pile under the tree has tripled since I left on Christmas. “The moms added. We’re doing a real Christmas tomorrow with everyone.”

His eyes darken and jaw ticks. “I agreed to share you with these people tonight. Not tomorrow.”

“They’re not here for me, honey. They’re here for y’all.”

“Jesus, is this our life?”

“Isn’t it awesome?”

“Next year—our house, my rules.”

I smile wide, giggling a little. “We’ll see how that goes.”

“I don’t care that it’s technically afternoon. It’s time to pop the champagne! Rich, come help,” Mom directs from the kitchen.

“I’m guessing that rock on your finger isn’t an accessory.” Mike lifts my hand and inspects it.

“No, I’m getting married.” The words tumble out gushy and girlie.

“Congratulations, you two.” He slaps Achilles on the back. “Now let’s celebrate.”

Feeling like I’m floating on cloud nine, I repeat his sentiment. “Let’s celebrate.”

“Harley.” My name comes out as barbed and predatory.

“Patience,” I urge, rolling my hips.

“Been fucking patient for over a week. Give me your pussy or the deal’s off.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk… This is my show. Doctor’s orders.”

“Doctor’s orders are no excessive exercise. Fucking you is not excessive.”

I brace on his chest and feel the surge of empowerment at his expression. His jaw set firm, his eyes wide and hungry, his muscles flexed and defined. He’s on the brink, ready to throw me back and take control.

I pivot my hips again, taking the tip of his cock and teasing him. “I disagree. It’s very excessive. And we have to be careful of your leg wound. No need to take any chances.”

Fire blazes in his eyes, singeing over my skin. I heed his warning and drive down, impaling myself. My body quakes with a pinch of pain at the sudden invasion. I moan at the intense pleasure radiating all over.

“Shit,” he hisses, “so damn tight.”

“Hmmm,” I mutter, rocking slowly.

“Babe, you gotta move faster.”

“Patience,” I repeat.

Irritation flickers in his gaze before his lips curl naughtily. “You’re right. The view from down here is fucking incredible. Watching you ride me. Your hot, tight pussy is drenching my dick.”

My stomach flips at the new hunger staring back at me. His cock pulsates and twitches, heightening my already shaky resolve. My plan to draw this out is backfiring.

I move, rocking back and forth, the electric sensations already tingling. Since our first time, we’ve never gone this long without sex, and my body reacts to the sensation of his thickness stretching me. “Feels so good.”

He grips my thighs, encouraging me to speed up. “You’re torturing yourself unnecessarily. You want to come. I can see it on your face.”

He reads me expertly, but I refuse to succumb yet. His hips surge up, once, twice, and on the third stroke, the metal connects with the place that makes me crazy. I drop my head back, giving in and quickening my pace.

My heart races and skin sizzles at the sensations building.