Spec (Hell's Handlers MC Florida Chapter 2)

“That doesn’t answer my question.” He wrapped his hand around his length, then gave a few firm tugs.

She knew what he was doing. He was trying to scare her away so she couldn’t peek beneath his protective veneer to the damaged man at his core. But she’d never had this reaction to the sight of a naked man before and didn’t feel an ounce of fear. There was this raw need to touch and be touched, no matter the consequences. And regardless of the fact, he didn’t even like her.

She took two steps forward in what might be the stupidest decision of her life. Scott smirked. With the way they fought, he probably assumed she’d tell him to go to hell. The smirk fell right off his face as she whipped the T-shirt over her head.

His gaze instantly went to her bare breasts, and heat flared in those eyes. Instead of feeling exposed or helpless, a surge of power rushed through her veins. He liked what he saw. He wanted it and her despite their differences.

Just as she wanted him.

Without looking away, she curled her thumbs inside the waistband of her sweatpants and panties and shimmied them down over her hips. When she straightened, she found Scott’s hand had stilled on his cock. His expression held a mixture of challenge and disbelief, daring her to continue while not actually believing she would.

The appreciation in the way he stared at her gave her a thrill like no other. Scott was easily the most attractive man she knew, and the fact she affected him sent her soaring.

She swallowed down the sizzle of nerves reminding her she might not be able to handle a man like him and slowly closed the distance to the shower.

She stepped in, maneuvering herself into the small space between him and the wall. He didn’t bother stepping back to give her additional space. Immediately, the heat of the water mixed with the intense heat radiating off him, her head spun.

Neither of them spoke. Words weren’t necessary. Their gazes met and held for long moments, saying everything they couldn’t voice. They both needed this.

A release.

A connection.

To feel something deep and powerful.

Scott reached out and slid the shower door closed. They were enclosed in their steamy world, just the two of them and whatever burned between them. She checked his face for panic or signs of claustrophobia, but all she saw was desire.

As slowly as her trembling thighs would allow, Olivia lowered to her knees while keeping her gaze fixed on Scott’s face.

“Open,” he said in a gravelly command, still baiting her, still testing to see if she’d follow through or if she was just that good at bluffing.

He had no idea how much she wanted this. She’d given Lance plenty of blowjobs over the years. And a few other guys before him. Some were fine, some eh, and some she’d even enjoyed. But this was the only time she’d craved the feeling of a man’s cock between her lips. She wanted his taste on her tongue. She needed his groans in her ears. Hell, she even wanted to feel his hands dominating and holding her head while he took what he wanted from her mouth. Anything to keep him looking at her like she was the most desirable woman in the world. The need to be the woman who could make him forget whatever had been tormenting him back in that jail cell had become an obsession she couldn’t shake.

So she’d give him this. And maybe it’d give him some measure of peace. Some relief from whatever haunted him. She’d never acted this way before. So brazen with her sexuality. Offering herself for what would be a purely physical, borderline aggressive sexual encounter with Lance wouldn’t have been fathomable.

But she craved it with Scott.

She lowered her jaw and waited at his feet for whatever he was about to do.

“This isn’t romance,” he said, sounding as though he was fighting for air. “There won’t be anything sweet or tender about this. This ain’t nothing like that kiss you watched between the prez and Brooke.”

Yes. Exactly what she wanted—to feel something other than fear, confusion, anger, helplessness. She wanted to feel powerful, sexy, wanted. To use her body to ease his anguish and give him relief as well.

The tip of his cock hovered an inch from her wide-open mouth. Instead of answering, she leaned forward and circled it with her lips, sucking the head and tonguing his slit.

“Fuck,” he shouted as his hips jerked forward. He slapped the shower wall and let out a groan.

She popped off him then cast her gaze upward. “You have demons that torture you.”

His eyes narrowed in warning. What the hell was wrong with her? She was literally baiting the beast. She’d seen him flip out on more than one occasion. Just tonight, he’d almost beaten a man to death. He lived on a hair-trigger, and the gun was always loaded.