After Burn (Lost Kings MC 10)

“You’re the kind of beautiful that fucks with my self-control.” I reach out and brush my knuckles over her cheek. “Especially now

.”

“Then come fuck me,” she sasses back.

Every part of my body hardens and heats up at her words. I love pushing her to say what she wants me to do to her.

I curl my fingers around her neck, her pulse jumps against my thumb as I pull her closer. Need throbs below my belt when her tongue darts out to lick her lips. My cock strains against my zipper.

“This is everything I’ve ever wanted.” I trace my fingers over her hip. “My name inked in your skin. My ring on your finger. Your stomach rounded with my child.”

I lower to my knees, allowing my hands to roam over every inch. Worshipping every curve and dip. Kissing, licking, and stroking soft skin. Her nipples tighten, her breaths grow shallow as I kiss her belly, her hip, her thighs. My hands slide between her legs, grabbing her ass and yanking her to me.

“You’re wetter than ever.”

Her leg muscles strain as if she’s trying to hide herself from me again. I sink my teeth into her flesh, a light warning nip.

I could easily spend all night with my face buried in her pussy. But I’m worried about her arms getting fatigued or straining her back. By this point, I think she’s too far gone to tell me if she’s hurting right away.

Using my thumbs, I spread her lips, licking and sucking until her legs shake. Within seconds she wildly comes on my face, rolling her hips, grinding herself against my mouth, panting all sorts of breathy little noises.

I’m so fucking turned on I could come in my pants right this second.

She’s so damn sensitive, she jumps when I tease her clit and giggles when I pepper kisses along her inner thigh. I stand, trailing my fingers over her legs and ass. Gripping her hips, I turn her so she’s facing the mirror.

“Fuck me.” I run my hand over my chin.

“What?”

“Nothing. The view is even better than I expected. It’s probably good you can’t see me, though.”

“Why?”

“Because I look like I’m going to eat you alive.”

She tugs on the rope. “You just did.” More soft laughter from her.

I lightly tap her ass, then slide my hand around her body, stroking down her belly and between her thighs. Finding and lightly pinching her clit. She dances on her toes, pressing her ass against me again.

“Please.”

“You think you can take more?”

“God, yes.”

I hate leaving the warmth of her body for even a second, but I make quick work of my belt, stopping to trail the end over her ass, teasing her with the thick leather.

“Rock?”

“Mmm?”

I stroke my hand up and down my cock and grab her hip with the other.

“I… I want to see.”

Better than I’d hoped for.

I untie the blindfold, allowing it to fall to the ground.

Our eyes meet in the mirror, hers hazy with desire, mine downright feral. I wrap my arm around her chest. “Look how flushed and pretty you are.”

“Mmm.”

She pushes her ass out, swinging her hips from side to side. Taunting me. Hurrying me along when I want to take all night. As soon as my cock bumps against her backside, she goes up on tiptoes, giving me better access. Normally, I’d have her dressed up in a pair of the for-bedroom-use-only heels stored down here, but I was worried about her balance.

I dip and bend to get the right angle and finally slowly sink inside. A deep groan I can’t control vibrates in my throat and I brush my nose against her cheek.

“More,” she begs.

“Give me a second.”

The intensity, her heat, the sounds she makes, it’s absolute heaven on earth.

I band my arm around her chest and the other under her belly, holding her tight while I thrust into her at a staggering pace.

Having her tethered is actually getting in my way, so I slow down, reach up and unhook her. She grasps the arm I have over her chest. With both hands.

“That’s right. Hold on.”

She doesn’t smile or laugh. There’s only white-hot excitement burning in her eyes. I drive into her deeper, harder. Her body responds and she pushes back against me.

“Good girl.” I kiss her cheek and watch her face in the mirror.

The angle isn’t quite right. I should’ve put a platform or something in this spot to account for our height difference.

Yeah, that’s perfect. I already worship the fuck out of this woman, so putting her on a pedestal so I can fuck her better seems appropriate. That’ll be my next addition.

“Why…are…you…laughing?” Her body sags as if she can’t hold herself up another second.

“Too much?”

She shakes her head. “Don’t stop.”

I pull out and lift her up.

“What’re you doing?”

“Over here,” I carry her to the specially curved, black leather couch in the middle of the room. The first time we used it, we fucked so relentlessly, one of the short wooden legs snapped, almost sending us to the floor. I’ve removed the legs since then and fixed it so it’s sturdy. Can take a good pounding. It has a high curve at one and swoops lower at the opposite end with a valley in the middle. I stretch out and invite her to climb on me. She’s a little unsteady at first, but I guide her all the way down.

“There you go,” I whisper.

My fingers tug at the ropes around her wrist, unwinding them as she starts to rock back and forth on my cock.

“Fuck” I squeeze my eyes shut. “Fuck, that’s good.”

She moan-mumbles something unintelligible and grinds down on me harder. She’s so slick and hot, I can feel every flutter and pulse as she throws her head back and braces her palms against my chest.

“That’s it. Come for me.” Love her on top of me, giving me full access to her body. Ravenous desire guides me to tweak her nipples, then pull her down to suck one into my mouth. Her frenzied bucking slows, but it’s her last long, low, satisfied moan that sends me over the edge. My hips jerk up and every pleasure zone in my body bursts.

“Come here.” I twist my fingers in her hair and drag her down against me, taking her mouth, kissing her, devouring her while our frantic movements slow.

“Oh,” she half moans, half laughs as she sits up and slowly stands. The absence of her heat around me makes me groan.

“You all right?”

She wobbles on her feet and that snaps me out of my stupor. “Come here, baby doll.”

“I’m drunk on your dick.” She snort-giggles.

“I can live with that.” I take her hand and tug her over to the bed. Best thing I put down here. We can fuck ourselves to exhaustion and not have to worry about crawling upstairs into bed. I move to pull the covers back and she stops me.

“I’m already overheated.”

“Hottest fucking woman I know.” I tap her ass with my hand. “Go on.”

Once she’s situated, I slide next to her. I hold her hands, checking her wrists, then rub her arms. “Feel okay?”

“So good.”

“I don’t want to be too rough with you.”

Her gaze slips down my body. “You’re so much bigger than me. In every way. Your body, your hands, your voice, your personality.”

I bite my tongue waiting to see where she’s going with this.

“You could overpower me whenever you wanted. But instead you use all that strength to be so affectionate, loving, and protective of me.” She snuggles closer and I wrap my arms around her. “And to pleasure me.”

“Nothing I love more.”

We snuggle like that for a while, slowly stroking our hands over each other. She throws her leg over my hip.

“Did you have a good day,” I ask.

She takes a minute to answer. “Not really.”

“Tell me.”

She tips her head back, putting some space between us.

“I’m just tired and feel so fuzzy-headed sometimes. I keep forgetting stuff.”

“I don?

?t think I like you driving if you feel that bad.”

She bites her lip, which isn’t a good sign.

“Hope?”

“I’ve been winding down my cases. And it’s actually taken less time than I expected.”

“Okay?”

“I think I want to stop.” She rubs her hand over her belly. “Focus on more important things.”

Thank fuck. “I think that’s a good idea.”

“You’re not disappointed in me?”

“What? No.”

“I wish I could be like Heidi and do it all, but—”

“Hey, we didn’t think that this,” I place my hand over hers, “Would be possible after what you went through. It’s a fucking miracle.”

I spend the next few minutes, stroking the back of my hand over her cheek, staring into her eyes.

“I don’t want to be a burden or make you feel—”

“Stop right there. I can more than take care of us.” I stare down at her harder. “And no, I don’t need to rob a bank to do it, sass-mouth.”

“That’s not what I was thinking.”

“You won’t be bored around here.” I point at the ceiling. “You have a nursery to decorate, research and shopping to do. You’ll be plenty busy.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

“I thought I was done with this.” My vision’s blurry, but I’m definitely staring down at toilet water.

Behind me, the bathroom door clicks open and Rock’s heavy boots thud over the floor. “Baby doll, are you okay?”

“No,” I moan, unable to lift my head.

He sits on the floor behind me, wrapping his body around mine. He threads his fingers into my hair, pulling it back from my face. “What can I do?” he murmurs against my shoulder.

“Let me barf in peace.”

His warmth seeps into my body, driving out the nausea that brought me to my knees fifteen minutes ago. I heave out a deep breath and sag against him.

“Better?” he asks.

“I think so.”

He moves to pull us off the floor and my stomach lurches.

“Nope. Not okay.” My head spins as I rush back to the toilet. Not much comes up since I’ve barely eaten all day.

Rock brushes a hand over my forehead, then smooths my hair away from my face. He touches his lips to the back of my neck. “I’m so sorry, baby. You know I’d do this for you if I could.”