Huck (Golden Glades Henchmen MC 1)

Maybe I should have mustered the strength to object again.

But the fact of the matter was, I didn't want to.

What was the point?

All of this seemed inevitable.

Putting it off accomplished nothing.

So I let him bring me into the room, kick the door closed behind us, walk me over to the side of the bed, then finally lower me down to my own feet.

"What's the matter?" I asked when he paused there, looking down at me.

"We have an agreement."

"An agreement?" I repeated, brows pinching together.

"That I'm not fucking you until you beg," he said, lips curving up.

Oh, the bastard.

Of course he would hold me to that.

"Huck, come on..."

"Nope. That's not the right word," he said, clucking his tongue, acting like we both weren't balls of need right then.

"Please," I said. And even though it came out frustrated and annoyed, sharper than it would have if I was actually begging, he accepted it.

Huck wasted no time in reaching out, hands going behind me back to work my clasps free, tossing my drenched bra toward the side before his greedy hands were moving down, rolling my panties down my legs.

My hands grabbed at his board shorts, yanking them down over his hips, thighs, then finally having them fall to the floor.

A low, whimpering sound escaped me as my hand slid down his chest, over the indents of his stomach, then, finally, closed around his cock, something that made Huck suck in his breath as I stroked him, my thumb rubbing over the head as a thrill moved through my body at the idea of having him inside me.

"Babe..." Huck said, voice tight, desperate.

I was beginning to understand that sensation all too well.

My hand slid behind him, sinking into his ass, pulling him forward as I sat back off the side of the bed.

A sexy as hell growling noise escaped him as my hand stroked him to the hilt as I leaned forward, my lips closing around the head of his cock.

His hands moved out—one to the back of my neck, one to the top of my head—as I started to suck him, slow and careful at first, then faster as his sounds urged me on.

"Fuck, babe, wait," he said, voice tight as his hand slipped into my wet strands, yanking my hair until his cock slipped out of my mouth.

His hands slipped down, grabbing my hips, sinking in, and tossing me up onto the bed, head going between my thighs before I could even suck in a breath.

His tongue slid up my cleft, finding my clit, and working it with precision, slowing and quickening in tune with my whimpers and moans, the clawing of my fingers on his shoulders, his back, the writhing of my hips against his mouth.

His hand moved between us, slipping inside me, thrusting wildly as he drove me up, up, up.

"No!" I cried when his lips left me, his fingers pulled out of me.

"Want to feel you come around my cock," he told me, moving up to reach into his nightstand, grabbing a box of condoms I'd found on my first night in this room.

Finished with the protection, Huck grabbed my legs, yanking them straight up in the air, resting them against his shoulder as he slammed deep inside me.

"Fuck," he hissed as his cock settled deep, a sound that was nearly drowned out by my moan.

Gone was any concern about the other men in the house, who might be hearing us right in that moment.

I was too lost in it, in him, to care.

Huck's arms wrapped around my thighs as he started to fuck me.

Hard.

Fast.

I expected no different from a man like him.

His hands grabbed my knees, pushing them into my chest, giving me a glorious view of his strong body as he continued to fuck me.

The tight jaw, the intense eyes, his strong chest, his abdominal muscles that contracted with each thrust.

"Huck... harder," I demanded, feeling that catalyst hanging there, just out of reach.

On a growl, his body shifted down, balancing on his arms, his weight pressing me into the mattress as his hands hooked under my shoulders, holding me in place as he fucked me harder still, each thrust making the headboard knock against the wall.

I raked my nails down his back as I wrapped my legs around him, rocking up as he thrust, feeling the tightening inside, knowing how close I was.

"Come, Harmon," Huck demanded, voice rough, tight. "Come," he demanded again, slamming inside me so deep there was a pinch, a pain that somehow gave me that edge I needed, sending me over the cliff, making the orgasm crash through me. "Fuck," Huck hissed as I spasmed around him, driving him toward that edge. "Fuck, Harm—" he growled, forehead resting in the crook of my neck as he buried deep, body tensing as he came.