Blood & Bone - Easy (Blood Fury MC 12)

It had been proven time and time again that she couldn’t.

She lost every fight with herself. Every damn one.

What was between them was supposed to be easy but with each passing week became more complicated.

She struggled to breathe, not because of his hold on her throat but because of the pressure on her chest. Like she was being held underwater.

Drowning.

Dropping straight to the bottom of the ocean, the tides tossing her around, ripping away her control.

She desperately struggled to swim, but it was impossible. She wasn’t strong enough to fight it. Strong enough to keep her head above that choppy water.

Maybe she needed to simply let go and let it take her.

If only she wasn’t afraid of being swallowed whole.

Of disappearing forever.

Of losing herself.

Suddenly… she was free.

The fingers around her neck and the press of his body gone.

Only darkness remained in the space between them.

Only inches separated them but it could have been miles.

It felt… empty.

Hollow.

Then his touch made her whole once more. His fingers sliding along her jaw, entangling in her hair.

And in that darkness, his lips connected with hers.

His groan found her ears.

His familiar scent filled her nostrils.

His touch skimmed along her skin.

His hair tickled her cheek.

The heat of his cock seared her hip, even through her cotton shorts.

While he claimed her mouth and tangled their tongues, she kicked off her flip-flops and shimmied out of her panties and shorts in one swoop.

Like always, he was already naked since that was how he slept. He was the type of man who could walk through The Barn not giving a shit who saw him in all his glory.

He was confident in his body. He didn’t hide who he was.

Him not giving a single fuck about what he looked like, or how he acted, was what caught her attention.

But now it was more than that holding it.

In the last few months, they found a way to communicate without words. With simply touches and sighs. Grunts and groans. Whimpers and wordless whispers.

His fingers dug deeper into her hair, pulling it free of the messy top knot she had thrown it into before escaping the house.

He broke the kiss but kept his lips lightly pressed against hers when he murmured, “You kept mine. I’m keepin’ yours.”

He stepped back and slipped the pilfered elastic hair band over his wrist, then he tugged her camisole up her body and over her head, before dropping it where they stood.

Now they were both naked.

Her nipples ached for his touch, her pussy clenched in its need to be filled. A trickle of wetness tickled the inner crease of her thigh.

The walk across the courtyard was like foreplay. By the time she reached her destination she was already wet for him.

Just like he was always already hard for her.

She expected him to pull her over to his bed, but instead he slid the wood chair sitting next to the door away from the wall.

“On your knees on the chair.”

He had never made demands before because she had never allowed him to talk. But now he must think they were doing things his way.

He must think she was okay with that.

Or maybe he no longer gave a fuck whether she was or wasn’t.

But every time they’d fucked it had been in his bed.

Now this.

He wanted her on her knees on the chair.

Her thighs quivered at the thought. Her breasts swelled at the anticipation of not knowing what would happen next. Her pussy pulsed in time with the beat of her racing heart.

“The chair, Tess. Knees on the seat. Hands on the back.”

With the way he said that, it sparked a fire within her. A slow burn that moved through her, inflaming her from the inside out. Making goosebumps break out over her bare skin.

She shouldn’t listen. If she did, she was handing over her tightly-held control to him. If he took it, she might never get it back. But if she did what he said, maybe he’d stop threatening to end things between them.

If she did what he said…

She did what he said.

She snagged her shorts from the floor and put them on the seat to protect her knees. Climbing onto the chair, she faced away from him, wrapping her fingers around the top of the seatback.

“Stay there.”

A shudder went through her at the power in his voice. Where had he been hiding that? This was not the Easy she knew.

Or thought she knew. Maybe she didn’t know him at all.

The overhead light turning on made her heart jump. They had always fucked in the dark. Always.

She faced the wall, away from him, listening to him move through the room while she waited, perched on her knees and totally exposed.

The unmistakable sound of one of the plastic drawers opening filled the room.

A wrap.

He was getting a wrap. Hopefully, that was all he was getting and wasn’t some closeted Dom or anything, like Dodge.