Hell on Wheels (Kings of Mayhem MC 4)

She broke away and took a step back. When she reached for my belt, I was utterly mesmerized by her. Unable to move and at her mercy, I let her unbuckle it and slowly pull it through the hoops of my black jeans before she dropped it to the floor. She went for the button, her eyes still secured to mine, and I didn’t stop her. I waited, my heartbeat thumping against my throat as she slowly lowered the zipper and reached inside. My eyes closed at the touch of her delicate fingers against my flesh, and I shivered, my breath slipping from my lips. Every cell of my body longed for this. Begged for it. Ached for it.

She took my hand in hers and placed it against her naked breast, and everything inside of me ignited into a powerful inferno.

With a hiss of breath, I swept her up in my arms and kissed her wildly. She weighed nothing in my arms as I carried her through the cabin to the bedroom, where I let her down on the bed and kicked off my boots and jeans. Covering her tiny body with the bulk of my own, her legs tightened around my waist, and she moved beneath me until my cock was right where she wanted it.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I breathed, painfully restraining myself from pushing into her. I wanted this to last. I wanted to savor every morsel of it.

“You’re not going to.”

She rolled us on the bed. Crawling across me, covering me in her warmth, every inch of her perfect, naked body feeling so fucking perfect against mine.

She slid her thighs open and placed them on either side of me, her eyes filling with the wildfire of lust as she took me in her hand and guided me to her. I watched, spellbound, as she rose up and then very slowly sank down on my throbbing, rigid cock.

My eyes rolled backward, mind blown by the sensation. Stars danced in the darkness, and my breath left my lungs in a wild rasp. My pulse roared through me when she repeated the move, rising up and slowly lowering herself back onto me again.

In that moment I shed my fears and lost myself in her. Lost myself in a haze of euphoria as I watched her ride me, her hips slowly rocking back and forth, her tight pussy gripping me and building the sweet tension. Sweat gleamed on her skin like a golden sheen. She dropped her head back, and her long blonde curls brushed my thighs as she rode me, moaning and grinding.

She was perfect. Every fucking inch of her.

I gripped onto her hips, driving my pelvis upward to bury myself deeper and harder into her. A low moan spilled from her parted lips, and her eyes closed as her orgasm began to roll through her.

“Angel …” I rasped out.

Tight muscles curled and squeezed around me, milking me, taking my arousal and making me its bitch. She cried out just as my own climax hit me full force, and I held her thighs still, shuddering beneath her, pulsing my release deep into her body.

She fell forward, her hair falling against my chest, her eyes gleaming between the curtain of blonde.

“See,” she said breathlessly. “You’re not the beast you think you are.”

Later, she lay in my arms, all warm and soft, her pulse a gentle rhythm against my chest. We had just made love again; this time I took the lead, slowly grinding into her body, making her cry out, making her come with my name on her lips. Now I felt drunk on it. Heavy and hazy. Addicted.

Outside, the stars were out and the crickets were singing. Twilight settled across the river, it was a still night, with the warmth of spring in the air.

We fell asleep, entwined in each other, our bodies spent, our minds hazy in our post orgasm glow, and the warm flicker of hope burning in our hearts.

CASSIDY

I woke up to the sound of the shower. Stretching my limbs in the large bed, I smiled contently, thinking about the night before. Thinking about Chance and how crazy spectacular he was. The more time I spent with him, the less afraid I felt. When I was in his arms, I was untouchable. For the first time in my life I was safe.

The shower turned off and I heard the door open and close. I sat up, my hair tumbling about in a big blonde mess. I brushed it out of my face and settled against the pillows, my pulse already quickening at seeing Chance this morning.

Post sex.

Post taking him in my mouth and sucking him.

Post him giving me several delicious orgasms.

He appeared in the doorway, a towel hanging low on his hips, and every womanly part of me lit up, like it was on crack, at the sight of the muscular arms and chiseled chest. His shoulders were huge. His abs ridiculous.