Welcome to the Dark Side (The Fallen Men 2)

He laughed again, carted me up so I was only balanced on the floor by the tips of my toes and the arm now banded around my waist, and he said, “Come, then, Lou.”

I did, exploding at the joints and seams of my body so that I felt pleasure even from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes. I came so long I could feel my body unraveling like a ball of yarn, loosening from that tension of preclimax to the loosening of ecstasy. My breathy gasps and curses disappeared under the crushing sound of the supporters in the stands coming to their feet and cheering as the buzzer sounded for the second half of the game to begin.

Zeus finished silently, the kick of his cock in my cunt and the tightening of his hands on my hips the only indication of his release.

I preferred it when he roared.

He stroked his thumbs up the inside crease of my ass then palmed each cheek and gave them a rough squeeze. “Love this ass.”

“I’ve noticed.” I tried to stand up and felt the blood rush painfully to my head.

Zeus caught me in his arms before I could lose my balance and fall over but it took me a second to reorient myself against his chest before I could look up at him with a smile.

He was frowning. “You okay?”

“Well, my man just thoroughly fucked me to make a point so I’d say I’m fan-fucking-tastic,” I said with an enormous grin.

He stared at me for a moment before he was satisfied then hauled me up tight against his barrel chest and said, “Come ’ere.”

“I’m here,” I told him the obvious, but I pressed my curves even tighter against his hard planes and put a hand in his hair, the other on the steep ledge of his bearded jaw.

“Yeah, but haven’t kissed my girl yet today. Want you to wear my kiss on your lips so even though I can’t have you by my side like I want, every time I look over at ya in your sweet cheerleader skirt shakin’ those pom-poms, I’ll know it was me who put the red on your mouth.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “So kiss me, then.”

He did.

His mouth closed over mine like the gateway to hell, flooding me with flames and smoke, incinerating my insides until everything but my heart crumbled to ash and all I had left was a pulse that beat just for him.

When he was done—and he took his time—my legs were boneless and the inside of my mouth felt seared with the taste and feel of him.

He dropped me down to the ground so my breasts slid against his hard chest and made me shiver. Then with a face more tender than I’d ever seen and strangely handsome on such stern, rugged features, he dipped down to run a ringed finger over my swollen mouth.

“Prettiest mouth I ever saw but even prettier marked from my kiss.”

I clutched at his forearms and blinked up at him, dazzled by the reality that the six-foot-five god of a man was just as dazzled by me.

I startled out of my dreaminess when one of his hands glided up my inner thigh and dabbled in the wet mess between my thighs, smearing his cum across my entire sex.

“My cheerleader filled with cum and swollen from my kisses,” Zeus rumbled with male satisfaction.

I hit his chest. “You are such a caveman.”

His hand came out from under my skirt and he brought his wet thumb to his mouth to suck off our juices. “Not a caveman, little girl. A biker, and lucky for you too, ’cause another kind of man wouldn’ta just fucked a teenage girl at her high school basketball game and made ’er fuckin’ day.”

I rolled my eyes as I tagged my panties from his pocket and stepped into them. “Oh, yeah, lucky me. Every little girl grows up dreaming about their very own biker, not Prince Charming or a CEO.”

“You did.”

I landed against the wall of his chest with a thump as he pulled me off-balance and glared up at him to find the creases I loved beside his smiling eyes. I ran a finger lightly over the tanned fan of wrinkles and said softly, “I did.”

“Now go out there do your pom-pom thing then break up with the douchebag. I’ll pick you up tonight from ballet at seven, yeah?”

“Bossy.” I shook my head at him, but my heart wasn’t in it. “But fine.”

He nodded, tucked himself back in his pants and buckled up then grabbed my hand to lead me back out the slim divide under the bleachers and into the light.

I blinked rapidly a few times to adjust to the bright yellow light of the gym so it took me a minute to notice Mute standing sentry just to the side of the bleachers, his thick arms crossed over his thick chest and his face as inscrutable as those soldiers outside Buckingham Palace.