Thunder (Hell's Handlers MC 10)

“But I’m so afraid to take it,” she whispered as he pressed their foreheads together. “What if it disappears? What if I fall deeper and deeper in love with you and you—”

He kissed the words out of her mouth and didn’t stop until she was desperately humping his leg and moaning. “Makenna,” he said, needing to pause to suck in air. “I. Love. You.”

“God, Thunder, I love you too.” She panted, fast puffs of air drifting against his lips. “And I want it. I want it all. Yes, I am scared, but that’s never stopped me from doing anything before.”

Fuck no, it hadn’t. She’d run from a cult in the middle of the night to save herself and her family. The woman may not be fearless, but she was courageous as fuck.

“Thunder, please,” she whined as he went in for more of her sweet lips. She captured his lower lip between her teeth and gave a tug. The pinch of her bite bordered on painful. His cock twitched at the unexpectedly bold move.

“Kick off your shoes.”

She did as he asked, toeing them off and sending them flying.

Though he hated to do it, he released her wrists and her neck. His hands went back to the wall on either side of her head. “Undo your pants. Shove ’em down with your panties.”

He gazed between their bodies as she scrambled to do his bidding. Trembling hands fumbled with the button more than once before finally finding success. As she lowered the zipper, revealing a swatch of pale blue fabric, Thunder’s pants grew so tight his dick was in serious danger of death by strangulation. And if his buddy was going to go out, he’d much rather it be asphyxiated by Mak’s pussy than some denim.

After Mak shoved her pants and panties down then kicked them away, she met his gaze with a shy look, waiting for his next directive. Damn minx was playing the game well.

“Now, do mine.” Fuck, he could barely speak. His throat felt raw and tight.

Those nimble fingers made quick work of his button and fly. With a mischievous grin, she slid her hands down the back of his jeans, squeezing his ass.

He gritted his teeth through a hiss of hot pleasure.

“Get them the fuck off me now, Makenna.”

She shoved them down, and he stepped out. The second his dick sprung free, she hummed in approval and he almost shot his load all across her stomach and tits right then and there.

Just from a fucking sound.

But that wasn’t all she did. Nope, she wrapped those silky fingers around his cock and stroked how he liked it. A little rough, a little manhandling. “You’re fucking devious,” he rasped as his hips shoved forward of their own accord.

When Mak chuckled and squeezed his dick, he reached his fucking limit. “Enough,” he growled, grabbing her wrists and slamming them above her head. Again, he secured them in place with one hand.

The other he used to grab a handful of her ass and draw her close. As if it were the most natural impulse in the world, Mak hiked up her leg and wrapped it around his back. The position put her dripping pussy directly in line with his cock.

He groaned. “Fuck, you’re hot and wet and I don’t have a motherfucking condom.”

“I’m clean,” she said. “Been tested and haven’t been with anyone since…”

“I got tested last week,” he said. “I was hoping you’d—oh, Christ.”

She pumped her hips, dragging her wetness up the length of his dick.

“Thunder?”

“Yeah,” He clenched his teeth so hard they squeaked.

“We’re done talking. Fuck me.”

“Yes ma’am,” he growled, as he slammed himself into her with one thrust and nearly passed out from the pleasure.

CHAPTER THIRTY

MAK’S EYES FLUTTERED closed as Thunder plunged into her with little finesse.

Overwhelming.

It was the only word she could drum up to adequately describe the moment. Her heart was full. Her body was full of Thunder in a now familiar and delicious way. She kept her eyes shut tight, trying to absorb every single sensation.

His hand clutched her ass as he held her flush against him, allowing him to bottom out inside her. The other hand held hers above her head. He had full control, and she trusted him with not only her body, but her heart.

“Christ, I never get used to how tight you are.” He attacked her neck with his lips, making her moan and tilt her head to the side. “It’s like fucking heaven, baby.”

She turned her head, and their noses bumped. Both of them froze. The clock ticked as they stayed still, gazes locked. Everything Thunder had claimed, his love, the desire to blend into her family was all shining at her through his eyes.

“Thunder…” The moment felt so significant, so huge, she had no way of capturing the strength of her feelings with words. Even love seemed too small.