Sinful Protector (Roughshod Rollers MC 2)

Allison’s breath catches, her legs tightening impossibly around me. I use her distraction as the opportunity I needed to push her shirt up, forcing her arms above her head as I pull both the shirt and her bra off, leaving her clad in only the skirt that is now bunched up around her hips.

“You were wearing too many fucking clothes,” I murmur.

She opens her mouth to respond. But, before she can, I dip my head down and take one of her breasts in my mouth. I nip lightly at the nipple as it hardens under my ministrations, sucking and biting the soft skin around it. I circle my tongue around the nipple to soothe it and her hips buck down against me.

“Please…” she moans.

I ignore her as I release her breast and take the other one into my mouth, teasing the other nipple to complete hardness as well. My legs are trembling with need but I’m holding out, because I want Allison to be a complete mess beneath me, unable to do anything other than tell me she wants.

“Oh god,” Allison pants, throwing her head back. “Shit, fuck, Kyle…! Please…!”

I let go of her breast. My hips are thrusting lightly against hers; there’s only so long we can both hold out now. Her wild eyes meet mine.

“What do you want?” I ask, my breath catching.

“Fuck, Kyle,” she moans, her eyes fluttering closed. She reaches up to wind her arms around my neck, trying to draw me closer. “Fuck me!”

There’s no more playing around. I pull back, making Allison groan in disappointment as her nails scrabble at my skin, trying to draw me in again. I line myself up against her, trembling and aching with want.

Then I slide home. Allison’s eyes fly open as she cries out, her fingers tightening on me. I inch into her, my body remembering the feel of her clenched muscles around me. The walls inside her are fluttering, contracting and loosening at the intrusion, and it takes all I have not to just tip over the edge yet again, overwhelmed by the feeling of being inside Allison once more.

Finally, I’m fully seated in her. We pant, our bodies trembling, and Allison’s legs loosen around me before dropping, giving me space to move. Her hips thrust against mine, and I take that as the signal that she wants me to move now.

I pull back and thrust in again hard. Allison’s head falls back, her eyes fluttering, and her hands drop down to grip at my arms, holding on so tightly that I wondering if I’m going to bruise.

“Fuck, more,” she groans. “Harder.”

Her body is writhing beneath me, alive with need and lust, and I can’t help but obey as she presses back against me, her hips meeting each one of my thrusts to drive me in deeper and deeper within her. I angle my thrusts, looking for that one spot, and when her eyes roll back, I know I’ve found it.

Allison lifts her arms again, winding them around my neck and raising her head to meet my lips in a kiss. It’s sloppy and frantic, and I swallow her moans and cries as we move together, a blazing inferno whipping up around us as sweat pours from our bodies. Her muscles clench around me and I groan into her mouth, choking on the sensations around us.

It’s bubbling and boiling under my skin, something so deep and terrifying that it bursts within my chest and washes through my body. I could stay here forever, wrapped up in Allison’s skin. I never want to leave this bed. If I stay right here, with her, we would never have to leave, never have to face the world that wants to hurt and terrorize. I could protect her here.

My head spins and I thrust in deeply, her body jolting at the force. I’m too far gone to wonder about what I’m thinking, and I can’t bring myself to care. Right now, it’s just me and Allison. The rest of the world can get fucked.

Because this is a feeling I never want to let go of.

Chapter Thirteen

Allison

“Fuck, Kyle, more, more!” I groan, my body moving in time with his as he thrusts into me.

I can barely breathe, so caught up in all the sensations around me that I’m choking on the fire that surrounds us. But I can’t bring myself to care. I can feel the hard muscles in his neck as well as the way he’s sweating, his body trembling with desire.

He’s trembling with desire for me. Fuck Paige. I saw him first, I’m here and she isn’t. I’m the one he wants.

A distant part of my mind tells me just how stupid I’m being. Kyle isn’t mine. We’ve tumbled into bed again, too caught up in lust for one another to think logically about what we’re doing, but it doesn’t mean anything. I don’t know anything about Kyle other than that he rides motorbikes and that he’s a mechanic. He knows nothing about me other than the fact that I have a crazy ex and I’m a law student. That isn’t enough to base an actual relationship on.

Even if I did know every inch of his body now. I’ve run my hands over the dips and curves of his skin, tangled my hands in his hair, traced the line of an old scar that he has on his shoulder. Physically, I know him intimately, just as he likely knows my body as well, by now.

Is that enough?

No, the logical part of my mind reminds me.

Yes! screams the part of my mind that is currently in ecstasy, riding the waves of pleasure that crash over me with each thrust of Kyle’s body into mine.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” Kyle breathes above me. “Your body is taking in every inch of me.”