“Fuck,” he draws out on a winded breath, “you totally undo me.” When he opens his eyes, I can see them swirling with emotion. My mouth goes dry the second he peels off his boxers, and his cock springs free. It’s the first time I’ve seen him up close and personal in all his hard, naked glory. He's beautiful, and I can’t wait for him to fill me with it. My core clenches with anticipation of being stretched and fucked…fucked hard.
A deep, husky voice pulls me from my trance. “What’s going through that beautiful head of yours?”
I flick my eyes from his straining erection and look up at his beautiful face, my lips curving up in a devious grin. “I want you inside my mouth. I need to taste you.” I lick my lips seductively as I bend forward to do just that.
He growls low and deep, his hand grasping my shoulder to stop me, and then he pushes me back down on the bed. His eyes are filled with an animal hunger as he shakes his head. “I’ve been watching you orgasm for the past two hours. I already won’t last but a minute this go ‘round.”
When he lays his bodyweight on top of mine, I moan aloud. The feel of his sultry body and taut muscles touching my oversensitive skin warms me. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him into me for the best kiss of his life.
A huge crash sounds out amidst our quiet interlude. The sound of wood splinters like lightning striking a tree, and then crashes to the ground with a loud boom. Nick jolts back, and what I see next has my heart stopping mid-beat as Travis and his men come barreling through the door. Bright lights flip on, and in my peripheral vision, there must be at least five men in all, dressed in black with firearms at the ready.
“Freeze!” someone yells out.
Before Nick or I can process a second’s worth of the chaos, his body is ripped off mine. It’s Travis, and he’s a six-foot-five tiger out of control. His nostrils flare in anger, his expression murderous. His entire body hums with incredible fury, and I watch in slow motion as he pulls his fist back, and then pummels the shit out of Nick.
“Motherfucker! Did you really think you could get away with this?” Travis bellows as his fist comes down again and again, pounding on Nick’s nose with a sickening crack. My eyes squeeze shut, and I have to look away from the gut-wrenching scene. “Fuck off, Quinn,” Travis roars. I flick my eyes back to the horrendous sight to see Quinn holding Travis back in an arm-lock.
Chase steps in, grabbing Nick’s pants up off the floor. “Get some clothes on,” Chase says with disgust as he throws Nick’s pants at him. Nick catches them with one hand as his other hand presses against his bleeding nose.
“Let me go, Quinn,” Travis sneers contemptuously. He yanks at both his arms, his chest heaving with breaths of a charging bull, trying to free himself.
“I don’t think so, Trav—”
“I’m done with the asshole…for now,” he explains, cutting Quinn off.
Travis turns his head, and his eyes flick to mine with an intense glare that has me holding my breath. The thumping of my heartbeat thuds and pulsates in my ears. I swallow hard with the realization that I’m suddenly naked in front of a roomful of men.
Chase suddenly appears in front of me with a lightweight blanket, and quickly shakes it out in one motion as he lays it over top of me.
“I said let me the fuck go, Quinn!” Travis thunders out through gritted teeth. All the guys are dressed the same. All of them are wearing black pants and black jackets despite the late August heat outside. Travis’ glare eats through me, and I have to turn away from it as I wrap myself in the blanket and curl into a ball.
“You got your shit together?” Quinn asks in a rough voice.
“I’m good. I’m done with the motherfucker for the time being,” Travis barks out.
I watch out of the corner of my eye as Quinn releases him. His chest heaving with barely contained anger as he visibly tries to calm himself down. Travis shakes his arms loose as he hones his narrowed eyes back on Nick, who now has his pants on. Another broad and ominous looking man I haven’t seen before has a hold on Nick.
Nick’s nose is bleeding profusely, but he seems unaffected by it as he stands up straight, vibrating with unmitigated hate. Spitting blood out of his mouth and onto the floor at Travis’ feet, he hisses, “What’s the matter, Travis? Did you hear her calling out my name in ecstasy?” Nick taunts. “I do have to tell you that you’re wrong about one thing. Her pussy does taste sweet, but it’s even better wrapped around my dick.” He then lets out a snicker. “My cum has just filled her to the brim. Her pussy has runneth over.”