Blood & Bones: Cage (Blood Fury MC 5)

So, she needed to avoid that. She couldn’t risk falling any harder for Cage than she already was. And if they added sex to the mix, it might tear her heart out when she left.

Leaving a baby she loved would almost destroy her.

Leaving a man she loved would finish the job.

“Don’t ever do that again. Not if you want me to stay.” She left his room and kept walking until she was in her own and the door was locked behind her.

She scrubbed at her lips to try to erase the feel of his on hers. The kiss that led to more.

The kiss that made her want him more than ever.

She promised Judge she’d stay until she found the right job, but staying might become unbearable, since resisting Cage might become impossible.

Chapter Fourteen

Cage groaned. He couldn’t stop thinking about Jemma.

He couldn’t touch her without chasing her away. He also wasn’t in the mood for another motherfucking blanket party. Even so, he’d been struggling to keep his hands to himself. He barely managed it by making his hand his willing partner, instead.

He didn’t even get to fuck her and that night in the rain was the hottest fucking sex he’d ever had.

How she felt against him, how slick she got from his touch, her gasps and whimpers and cries, how her delicate throat felt vulnerable under the press of his fingers. Holding her like that had made him so hard he thought his dick would split open like an overcooked hot dog.

He not only whacked off every morning and every night, every time he was in the shower, it took him back to those moments in the rain and he’d get hard as a fucking rock. His shower would get longer and the water would get cooler. Then, instead of him shooting his load in his boxer briefs like he had, it would swirl down the drain.

His current shower was no exception.

All he had to do was turn on the water, shut his eyes, and he’d quickly go back to that night.

When they sealed their mouths together and touched tongues.

When he pinned her against him with the hand on her throat.

When he twisted her nipple and she shuddered against him.

When her hand guided him lower, when she actually encouraged him to take it further instead of pushing him away.

When his finger first slid through her swollen, slick lips. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever been with a woman who’d gotten so wet so fast.

When her hot sheath surrounded his fingers as he pumped in and out of it, and he wished it was his dick instead.

When the nub of her clit hardened beneath the press of his thumb.

When her cunt squeezed and rippled around him.

When the intensity of her orgasm soaked his fingers even more.

The way his hard dick fit perfectly between her soft, round ass cheeks and the harder he pushed, the more she rocked and grinded against him.

He had to clench his teeth to keep from ripping her panties down and plunging into her ass right then and there. Outside the trailer for anyone to see.

He groaned again and tightened his grip around his hard-on, pumping into his fist as the lukewarm water rushed over his head, chest and everything else.

He’d been using her shampoo to jack off because it made his palm feel as silky as her pussy had been. How slick he wanted to make it again.

If she’d let him.

Which she wouldn’t.

Because she was stubborn as fuck, determined to not let them have more of what they had the other night.

Because she didn’t do “casual,” she only wanted steady. She couldn’t have steady if she had one foot out the fucking door.

But, for fuck’s sake, she’d do randoms. However, he didn’t count as a random because he lived in the same trailer with her.

He was damned either way he looked at it.

So, he had his fist, and the shampoo that smelled like her, and however long it took him in the shower to do himself what he wished he was doing with her.

With a hand splayed along the shower wall, he leaned into it and tipped his head down so the water wouldn’t sting his eyes or run into his gaping mouth.

His chest heaved, his heart raced and his breath chugged like a locomotive. His fingers flexed. Squeezed. Pumped. To the tip. To the root.

Over and over as he thrust inside her tight, hot pussy. The pressure in his groin increased as his orgasm built. Squeezing his eyes shut harder, he pictured Jemma in his mind’s eye. Naked and writhing under him as he fucked her hard enough her heavy tits rocked back and forth with each thrust. He stared at her face, her mouth parted, her eyelids heavy, her green eyes focused on him.

And only him.

She plucked, pulled and twisted her own nipples, teasing him. Tempting him to take one into his mouth. He thrust harder until he was buried to the root. Balls deep.