Rocket (Hell's Handlers MC 5)

After stripping out of the uncomfortably proper attire, he reclined against a stack of pillows and folded his arms behind his head. Chloe still hadn’t given him so much as a flicker of her attention. Back to him, she shimmied the tight dress up and over her ass, revealing two smooth globes separated by a ribbon of dark purple fabric. Next came a smooth, creamy back. That was all it took; his shaft rose thick and proud between his outstretched legs. For a split-second, he recalled what she’d been through and almost covered himself with a pillow, but clearly, she wanted to fuck. That was the entire reason they’d come to this middle of the road establishment.

Right?

Hips shifting back and forth, she drew the dress over her head and dropped it on the thin carpet next to her feet.

Her manicured fingers came around her back, unclasped the purple bra, and let it fall as well. Rocket’s mouth went dry while his cock twitched in anticipation of seeing her tits.

There was no seduction attempt, no carefully planned sexy reveal. Chloe spent a moment rummaging in the top dresser drawer, then spun without ceremony. On the smaller side, her breasts high and damn tasty looking. Something dangled from her hand, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away from her body to check what it was. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said as she started toward him.

Her steps faltered a second before her surprised gaze met his. “T-thank you.” It was as though she was realizing for the first time that the man in the room with her was an actual person who could think, feel, act, and speak. “Thank you,” she said. Still, she didn’t preen, sex up her walk, or stick those tits out farther. If it weren’t for her nudity he’d think she was getting ready to walk into a grocery store.

Rocket let his gaze wander her body for another moment. As he once again reached her tits, his mouth turned down. Her nipples, while gorgeous, were completely soft. Sure, the room was warm, but they were both buck ass naked and about to fuck. Shouldn’t she be a bit aroused even pre-foreplay? In the lounge, those green eyes had smoldered, small flecks of gold seeming to shimmer with lust. Now? She might as well have been sitting down to a business meeting.

The woman wasn’t remotely turned on.

Rocket wasn’t an idiot. He realized she might not get as wet as he was hard just by looking at his erect dick, but with the way she’d reacted to his clothed body in the bar, he’d expected something. Not this almost cold reception.

She walked toward him, hips and tits jiggling in time with her steps. Behind his head, he squeezed his fists to keep from pouncing on her. The need to know what she was playing at outweighed his physical ache.

Just barely.

When she reached him, she stopped next to the bed. “My room, my rules. Still good with that?”

He nodded.

“Okay, you don’t do anything unless I tell you. That includes touching. Understand?”

“Got it.” Damn that went against every instinct he possessed. Hell, he’d had the same conversation with women in the past only in reverse positions. He was a dominant guy, just his nature. Lying back and taking it wasn’t exactly his M.O. Still, the combination of curiosity and a raging hard-on had him agreeing.

Chloe bent forward slightly, and his brain completely fuzzed. Her nipple hung just two inches from his mouth. The woman was crazy if she thought he could resist a taste. Sneaking his tongue out, he circled the bud then sucked it into his mouth.

Hard.

She cried out and jerked back, stumbling away from the bed. “What the fuck?” she yelled.

Rocket leaned forward only to realize his wrist was circled by a metal cuff attached to the bed. He hadn’t even realized she’d touched his arm. One taste of her and his awareness went to shit. “What the fuck, indeed,” he said, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice as he jangled the cuff.

“I just explained the fucking rules to you,” Chloe said, running a trembling hand through her hair. “And you agreed to them. This was a bad idea,” she muttered more to herself than him. She might be flustered and nervous, but at least she wasn’t unaffected by him. Both nipples had tightened to stiff peaks and a red flush brightened her cheeks.

Whatever she was up to, she wasn’t accustomed to pleasure.

“I’ll behave,” he said.

She eyed him with a look of disbelief.

“Here.” He held out his left wrist. “I assume you want to shackle this one too.”

Her lower lip disappeared between her teeth. “If this were any other weekend,” she grumbled as she stomped around the bed. Pointing a finger in his face, she said, “Next time you break the rules, I’m walking.”