Rocket (Hell's Handlers MC 5)

“That doesn’t explain why you’re here.”

“You intrigued me last week.” Not one note of apology in his tone.

“I thought I’d have angered you.”

He snickered. “I wasn’t thrilled to be stuck here, chained to the bed with my dick hanging out, but I admired your lady balls for doing it. I broke your rules, you made me pay. I like a woman who’s not a wilting flower.”

He liked her? She forced herself to ignore the part of her that warmed at his words. “And you’re here because? It’s not exactly normal to sneak in a woman’s hotel room and handcuff yourself to her bed. Especially a woman you’ve only met once.”

Now his laugh was loud and full of real amusement. “And it’s normal to tie random men to your bed and fuck them?” Despite the words, his tone held no judgment. As abnormal as he might have found it, he seemed totally at ease with her. “Told you, you intrigued me. You walk in the bar all full of sass and confidence, like you own the damn place and every man in there. It’s sexy as fuck. But there’s something behind your eyes that contradicts your actions. I wouldn’t say you’re broken, but maybe bent pretty far out of whack.”

He had no freaking clue, yet he’d hit the nail way too close to the head. Chloe swallowed a golf ball sized lump in her throat, suddenly feeling as naked as he was.

“Top all that off with the tightest pussy I’ve ever worked my way in and, well, here I am. Game for round two. Ready and willing to follow your rules this time. See?” He jangled the cuffs above the bed. Even when he was slightly playful, his face still held a seriousness that would make most uncomfortable. Not exactly resting bitch face, but maybe resting growly bear face. Still, somehow, it fit him and didn’t quite scare her as much as it probably should have.

“What makes you think I want a second go-around?”

“I made you come. Hard,” he said in a manner that would have been arrogant from anyone else, but from him it was just a statement of fact.

“S-so?” she asked, mutant butterflies flitting around her stomach. Her damn body betrayed her as well, softening and aching for what he’d provided last time. “That makes you special?”

“It does.”

“What makes you think I don’t come every day?”

He shrugged. Not much else he could do, all bound to the bed. “I don’t. But I know you put on an Oscar-worthy performance at first and were gonna leave it at that. Then, when the real thing happened you looked completely shocked and jumped off my cock like it was on fire. Guessing it’s been a long time for you. Guessing you might have even had some kind of problem coming in the recent past. That makes my last guess that you want it to happen again. And again.”

He was some kind of wizard. Had to be. Otherwise, how could he know so much? Like the fact that she’d relived that orgasm at least two hundred times throughout the week. And how very badly she wanted it to happen again. But this was so far from her usual routine, she wasn’t sure she could go through it. No matter how much her body craved release.

“You said you didn’t live around here.” What else had the man lied about?

“So did you.”

Well, he had her there. Guess those lies canceled each other out. Chloe blew out a breath. “Now what?”

“You’re here, I’m helpless, the way you like your men. Whatever dipshit you picked up for the night seems to have taken the hint, tucked his tail between his legs, and left. Why don’t you climb on board and we’ll see if we can get you off again? I’ve thought of nothing but your pussy all week.”

Chloe stared at him, her riotous body completely on board with his plan. Under the heat of his gaze, her nipples beaded, and her thong grew damp. Frozen in place, she clenched and unclenched her hands at her sides.

Logan, who’d spoken more in the past five minutes than he had the entire time last weekend, lifted his right hand. “I’m cuffed. The key is in the top dresser drawer. I’m totally at your mercy, gorgeous. All I ask is that you don’t leave me here this time.”

Chloe’s face would have heated with embarrassment if her entire body wasn’t already hotter than freakin’ fire. Still, she couldn’t get herself to make a decision.

Then Logan’s cock twitched, and she swore she could feel it inside her. “It’s Chloe,” she said. “My name is Chloe, not gorgeous.” There went the last thread of her sanity. Snapped by a sexy man who now wore a smug grin. Before she could talk herself out of it, she ripped the deep purple dress over her head, leaving her in a matching baby blue lace bra and thong. “I’ve got condoms and the lube in my bag.”