Blood & Bone - Easy (Blood Fury MC 12)
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No, tonight he was taking his damn time. Tonight he was making the reward worth the risk.
Only using his eyes, he started at the point where they were connected and explored every inch of her that he could see. The dark curly hair topping her sweet as fuck pussy, her winter pale skin that by the end of summer would be a golden brown, the softness around her lower belly, the curve at her waist, her tits that fit perfectly in his palms, her dark pink nipples that were made for his mouth, the delicate lines of her collarbones. The hollow at the base of her narrow throat. The fall of her silky hair around her slender shoulders.
A flush had worked its way up from her chest into her cheeks. Her bottom lip was tucked snugly between her teeth. Her brown eyes were hooded but guarded.
Gorgeous. Totally fucking gorgeous.
She did something to him that no other woman ever had. Something he couldn’t explain and if he was smart, wouldn’t explore.
Fucking her in the light was going to fuck him.
This was a mistake. Much bigger than the mistake of fucking her at all.
Tonight would leave a mark that he would not be able to erase. Because that mark wouldn’t be at the surface but much, much deeper.
Using his thumb, he pulled her bottom lip free. “What are you afraid of?” He asked her the question that he should really be asking himself.
“You.”
“Never once hurt you. Never would.”
“That’s not the kind of hurt I’m afraid of.”
Yeah, that answer hit home. “Tess…” he whispered.
She gave her head a single shake and pressed a finger to his lips.
He jerked his head to the side to dislodge it. “Tess,” he said again, more firmly. He refused to go back to hiding in the dark or behind the silence.
“Don’t.”
“Fuck that. I’m callin’ the shots now, not you. You had your time and now I’m takin’ mine.”
“No.”
“Yes, Tess. You don’t like it, then after tonight, move on. You’ve put a goddamn invisible collar around my neck just like the one Syn wears. Tonight I’m rippin’ it the fuck off. You can’t accept that, then you can’t accept me. You can’t accept me, then you need to fuck all the way off. And I know you’re smart enough to know what that means.”
“Easy…”
Yeah, he had wanted to hear his name on her lips when he was inside her but not like this.
“You know who’s gonna be playin’ a game of whack-fuck with Judge and The Punisher if we get caught? Me. Not you. That means I should have a helluva lot more say than what I’ve had. You get that?”
“It wasn’t supposed to…”
He tipped his head when she didn’t continue. “Supposed to what?”
“Last this long.”
No shit. “Right. You just wanted to hop on and hop off. Like the coin-operated horse in front of the dollar store.”
“No.”
“Don’t even bother to lie about it.”
She squeezed her eyes shut for a few seconds and sighed. “Sorry.”
“You and me both. But it is what it is.”
“The problem is you’re thinking this is more than what it is. What it was supposed to be.”
“Woman, I know what the fuck it was supposed to be and I certainly know what the fuck it is. You can goddamn fight it all you fuckin’ want, but we both know the truth.”
“No.”
“Yes. You keep fightin’ and so will I. We’ll see who wins.”
“This isn’t a game, Easy.”
“You’re right, it ain’t. So, if you can’t bend, then we need to break. I’ve done it your way for months. From here on out, we’re doin’ it my way or not at all. If you don’t like it, then… this is the last goddamn time I’m sayin’ it, Tess… Stay the fuck outta my bed. Depending on if you come back again or not, I’ll know where the fuck you stand.” He was going to lose his damn erection if they continued to discuss this bullshit. Again, if this would be his last time with her, then he wanted to make it worthwhile. Right now, it wasn’t even close.
She held the power to turn it around.
“Now, I’m done talkin’ about this shit. Are you fuckin’ me or fuckin’ me over?”
A timer ticked down in his head. He removed his hands from her ass, setting her free.
“Shit or get off the pot, Tess. Give your seat up for someone else who actually would appreciate it.”
“I’m going to shit.”
Easy pinned his lips together to contain both his grin at her wanting to stay and his laugh at her answer.
He quickly lost that urge when she began to move, when she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into him, when her nipples dragged along his chest and she pressed her toes to the floor, using them to rise and fall.
Her hot, wet pussy squeezed him, milked him.