Blood & Bones: Cage (Blood Fury MC 5)

Oh God, he needed to shut up before she screamed at him to bend her over and fuck her hard and fast in the downpour.

“Gonna take you everywhere. ‘Til there’s no place I haven’t touched, tasted, marked with my cum. Wanna eat your pussy ‘til you scream for me to stop. ‘Til you can’t take anymore.”

Yes, she wanted all of that. And more.

She bowed against him as far as she could, tilting her hips sharply and riding his erection with her ass as he relentlessly fucked her with his fingers. As he worked on coaxing an orgasm from her with his thumb.

His words, his touch, the grip on her throat.

Powerful. Demanding. Titillating.

Her thighs quivered, her knees wobbled. Her breathing caught in her restrained throat.

She rode his fingers and cock harder and faster, in a complete frenzy, and a whimper finally escaped.

“Jem, you’re gonna make me blow in my fuckin’ underwear.”

She didn’t care but she’d forgotten how to form the words to tell him that.

She just didn’t want him to stop.

Not yet.

Not until she came. Not until the ball of tension at her center burst into a million little pieces.

“Fuuuck, baby, I fuckin’ feel you.”

What started in her toes, shot up her legs and, when it hit her center, it exploded. Through her, around him.

His deep grunt was muffled by her cry.

He held her pinned against him because the orgasm stripped every bone from her body and her legs shook like Jell-O.

She didn’t pull away, but let him hold her as she tried to gather her strength, control her breathing.

His fingers were still gliding in and out of her, but now it was slow and gentle.

His rough “Fuck,” another deep grunt, his muscles tightening and one more hard thrust against her ass had her eyes popping open and the air rushing from her lungs, but she let him ride out his own orgasm.

It was only fair.

And with his long fingers still inside her, it sent her spiraling into another surprise orgasm of her own. Not as intense as the first, but just as satisfying.

She released a sigh when he stilled both his hips and his hand and simply held her close, his rough, whiskered cheek pinned to hers.

She slowly became aware of her surroundings once more. The rain had slowed to a light drizzle. The quiet only broken by their strained breathing and her heartbeat thumping in her ears.

As reality closed in, she realized what they did and how it would complicate things. Technically, they didn’t fuck, but they might as well have.

She had let him inside her and he had made her vibrate with want and need and then gave her the best damn orgasm she’d had in a long time. He knew what to do, how to do it and proceeded to shock the shit out of her.

The white-noise of the falling rain was broken by a deep rumble and this time it wasn’t from Cage.

This time it was from something else.

A single headlight and the loud exhaust of a sled was headed in their direction.

A Fury member returning home.

Cage went completely still behind her, every muscle tense, as he slipped his fingers from her and his hand from her panties.

She surged away from him and he released her neck just as whoever was on the back of that sled pulled it into the shed next to them.

Jemma spun on him, just as he drew the fingers he’d used to make her come from between his lips.

“Fuck, Jem. So goddamn delicious.”

She pressed shaky fingers to her mouth. Not because they’d been caught but because what they did suddenly became too real. A reminder that their world wasn’t centered on only two of them and what they just did.

No, their world was an intricate web of family and “brothers.” With a baby girl at the center.

All connected.

Holy shit.

“Don’t ever do that again,” she hissed right before whoever had been on that sled got within hearing range.

She took a step away from Cage, her legs still a bit weak, her mind spinning with the possible fallout of being caught. She wanted to escape into the trailer, but as Shade approached, she found herself frozen in place.

The man wasn’t going to ignore the two of them standing out in the rain in just their soaked underwear. She was glad the dark night hid the heat in her cheeks for them being caught with their pants down. Or off.

His narrowed eyes sliced from Cage to Jemma and back. “Everythin’ good here?”

That seemed to snap Cage back to the situation. “Yeah. Where you comin’ from?”

“Nowhere.” Shade turned toward her. “You good, Jemma?”

While she was shaken by what just happened, she needed to sound calm so Shade didn’t misconstrue the situation and run to Judge or Deacon with what he saw. Which was probably Cage grabbing her throat and pinning her against him. To anyone else it might look like he was forcing her to submit.