Dirty Girl (Going All the Way 2)

“Haven’t we all?” It was a rhetorical question, because like she said, they were all only human.

“I know I’ve done some shit that makes my skin crawl.” He rolled onto his back and lifted his arms up to put his hands behind his head. He stared at the ceiling for a while, and it was clear he was thinking about something hard. “You’re different from the other women I’ve been with.” He turned just his head and stared at her. His eyes looked so dark.

“You’re different from the other men I’ve been with.” She smiled after she said it, but he kept a stoic expression. Before she could even comprehend what he was doing, he had his hands wrapped around her waist and had her hauled up and over him.

Now straddling his narrow hips, Naggie braced her hands on his firm pecs and stared at all the ink he had. Like her, he had full-sleeve tattoos, but he also had the patch logo of his MC inked into one of his smooth pecs. She knew all the men in his club had the same tattoo. She had seen the president, Scars, had one on his shoulder blade when she picked up Stella at the clubhouse one day.

Scars was not the typical father figure who resided in Reckless, but Naggie knew he was one protective man when it came to his daughter. That was something she’d never had, and as depressing as that was to think about, it was her life, and she didn’t dwell on the negative shit.

“Does it scare you if I said I don’t like thinking of you with other men?” Booshie asked and pushed up enough that he could smooth his hands over her arms, along her shoulders, and cupped either side of her neck.

Naggie didn’t say anything for a moment as she processed what he had just said. She didn’t twist his statement into thinking he wanted a relationship with her, because obviously it was too soon for any of that, on her end as well.

“Strangely, no.” She started moving her palms over the skulls that were entwined with black roses and chains tattooed on his thick bicep, moved her hand along his pec that had his MC logo on it, and then stilled to look in his eyes. “You have just as much ink as me,” she said, changing the subject.

Naggie took his hands that were still framing her neck and pushed them down her body so he could be the one who now cupped her breasts. “Does that turn you off, that I actually kind of like the idea you’re all possessive?”

He started squeezing her flesh but didn’t verbally answer. Instead, he shook his head. She looked at his patch tattoo again, traced the skull in the center with the flames that surrounded it, and felt arousal building in the center of her body once more. The top rocker read Vicious Bastards, while the bottom rocker said Reckless.

A man with a lot of ink had also been one of her sexual preferences, but she had never been attracted to a man like she was to Booshie. Maybe it was because of the shit she went through with Rob. It could be a rebound thing, she supposed, but frankly she didn’t want to even go down that road. Naggie had never been one to worry about why she did something. If it made her happy, then that was all that mattered.

And Booshie made her very happy—or at least for the past few hours he had. That had her smiling. In fact, every time she had seen him over the past few months, she’d felt this tingling in her body and this tightening in her stomach.

“It turns me the fuck on.” He leaned forward and captured one of her nipples in his mouth.

“If you keep that up, I won’t be able to control my actions.” She speared her hands in his hair and pulled at the strands. He used his tongue, lips, and teeth to drive her crazy, and when he started groaning against her breasts, she nearly reached between their bodies and impaled herself on his already hard cock. The damn thing felt like an iron rod between her legs, and her pussy grew wet.

“I don’t want you in control.” He nipped at her nipple. “I want you to feel just as wild as I do.” He smoothed his hands over her sides and down her back to grip her ass. He squeezed the mounds almost painfully, but then he suddenly stopped and slowly backed off on the frenzied actions.

“What’s wrong?”

He lay back on the bed and grinned up at her. “Nothing, baby, but I know you have to be sore, and I’m in no rush. I plan on having more of you, because tonight is not the fucking last time we’ll do this.”