Outlaw (Evil Dead MC 1)

Cole felt her suck in a breath as she pulled back from the kiss. He rose slightly and looked into her eyes. He gently brushed the hair back from her face and whispered, “I’ll be gentle, baby. I swear.”

She nodded. “I know. It’s just that…it’s been a while for me.”

“You mean sex?”

She nodded.

“When?” He studied her, waiting for her answer. “When was the last time? Tell me.”

“You,” she whispered.

He sucked in a breath as the joy her answer gave him surged through him. And suddenly this became all about her. Her needs. Her pleasure. Vowing to himself to make her long wait worth the while, he lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her softly, trailing kisses down her throat to the valley between her breasts. And then his mouth was climbing to her nipple. Her hands ran over his hair and framed his face, pulling him closer. He sucked on it, and her back arched off the bed. His strong arms slid under her, holding her exposed to his mouth. He took his time, driving her to the brink, over and over.

Angel’s hands tangled into his hair, holding him to her.

He trailed his hand slowly down her belly and between her legs. His fingers slid into her, finding her wet. He rose up and looked at her. “Baby, I’ve missed this.” His hand clenched, practically lifting her up. “This right here.”

She moaned, undulating beneath him.

His thumb brushed softly over her, back and forth, back and forth, and she arched, her hips lifting. “You like that, baby doll? I remember. I remember how you like it.” His fingers worked her for a long time, until she was thrashing.

“Please, Cole.”

“What do you want, baby? You’ve got to tell me. Do you want my mouth?”

“You inside me. Please.”

“Not yet, Angel.”

“Please. I can’t take anymore.”

“Yes, you can. You teased me, now it’s my turn.”

“Cole, please, baby. I need you. It’s been so long.” Her body writhed beneath his touch.

“It has, baby. Way too long.” He took her hand and wrapped it around him. “Feel that, baby? You’ve got me hard as a rock. Once I get inside you, I don’t know how long I’m gonna last.”

“Please, Cole.”

“Okay, baby doll. Okay. I want inside just as bad.” He slid his hand to her inner thigh and spread her wide. His hips came down between them, and it felt like coming home. He slid into her with one deep, wet stroke. “God, Angel. This is where I belong. This is where I’ve always belonged.”

She clutched at his shoulders, wanting to be closer still.

He lifted off her slightly and looked down to where their bodies were joined. He watched as he slid slowly out and back into her.

It was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. Watching him as he watched them join.

He looked up and caught her. “It’s sexy as fuck, baby, watching your body take me.”

She just nodded, rocking with the movement of his body.

He settled more solidly against her, up on his elbows, his biceps surrounding her. He looked down and brushed the hair back from her face as he rocked against her. “How’s my baby?”

“So good. So, so, good.”

His mouth came down on hers, and he tucked his forearm under her knee and spread her wider, changing the angle, increasing the depth.

Her mouth tore from his. “Oh, God, Cole. Yes.”

His thrusts became harder. Faster.

She met him stroke for stroke, taking what he gave her.

“I know I said I’d be gentle, baby doll, but all I want to do right now is pound into you as hard as I can, as hard as you’ll let me.”

“Yes, Cole. Do it.”

“Is that how you want it, baby? Really want it?”

“Yes. Yes.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

“I’ll give you everything I’ve got, if you’ll take it. Can you take it, baby?”

“Yes.”

He slammed into her, again and again and again. Over and over until his body was slick with sweat. “Fuck, baby. You feel so Goddamn good.”

Her orgasm exploded, and she clutched at him, groaning.

He felt her body clench around him, and he drove into her, once, twice more, and went rock solid against her as he, too, went off. He collapsed on top of her, his breathing fast and hard.

Her arms wrapped around him, holding him tight, loving the feel of his weight on her. She stroked his back as his breathing settled.

“Nine days,” he whispered, his head still buried against the side of hers.

“What?” she whispered back, confused.

He raised his head and looked at her, repeating, “Nine days.”

She frowned, searching his eyes, knowing that was how long they’d been together when they’d first met. Still, she asked, “Nine days?”

“That’s how long it took for you to get your hooks in me, babe.” He searched her eyes. “And they were in deep. So deep I couldn’t get free if I tried. And I tried. I did try.” His fingers slid into the hair at her temple, his thumb stroked her brow, his eyes moving over her face. “Tried to walk away from you that night.”

“Why?” she asked softly.

His eyes returned to hers. “How could I be what you needed?”

“Cole.”

“Couldn’t do it, babe.”

“You came back that night.”

“I came back, because I had to. I had to, babe. Do you understand?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“You were mine, Angel. But I was yours, too.”

She sucked in a breath.

He stroked her head. “I remember the exact moment it happened.”

“Tell me.”