Doin' A Dime (Souls Chapel Revenants MC 4)

I closed my eyes as I bathed in the feeling of delight.

He felt so good inside of me.

So, so good.

Like he was exactly where he was always meant to be.

That was always how it was with him.

In the sixteen times that we’d done it—and yes, I was keeping count—it never once was bad.

Never. Once.

Hell, there wasn’t even the possibility of it being bad.

It was only perfection each and every time.

“You make me feel like a fucking king,” he said into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Like I’m on top of the world.”

He punctuated that statement with a thrust of his hips.

I bit down on the fleshy part of his palm, causing him to grunt in surprise.

“Jesus, what you do to me,” he snarled. “Dreamed about you, about this, for so long that it’s been a week and I still can’t believe I finally have it.”

The shower in the next stall over turned on, causing me to jolt in surprise.

Hunt grunted right along with that surprise, but not because of the sudden state of the shower next to us. The sound of surprise was because of the fact that I’d clamped down on him so tightly that he couldn’t help but to let air escape with his tensing muscles.

He pulled out, then slowly sank back inside, trying to keep it sedate and careful—likely to keep my moans and squeaks and cries at bay.

But let’s face it.

Hunt’s cock was too good, and I was too vocal. Unless he kept his hand over my mouth the entire time, and at this point it was already slipping, the people in the bathroom with us were going to hear.

It was inevitable.

“Oh, God.” Sin clapped his hands. “Seriously. You could at least try not to make noises. I can hear you over the shower!”

I wasn’t aware that we were making noise. But then again, I was so focused on what I was feeling—i.e., Hunt’s big cock filling me up to the point of almost pain—that I couldn’t focus on other things.

Hell, even the opening and closing of the door had escaped my knowledge until a third male voice sounded.

This one not belonging to our party.

“Excuse me, but are you done in there? And could you put some pants on, please, sir? This is a public restroom and I don’t want my child walking in here seeing a naked man,” the hoity-toity voice grumbled loudly.

“If my state of undress bothers you,” Sin drawled. “You may not want to stay in here. This is, I’d like to point out, a restroom changing room. This is pretty tame.”

I would’ve laughed had Hunt not pulled out of me right at that moment.

I gasped, turning around when his hand fell off my face, and glared.

He laughed.

Straight up laughed.

Loudly.

I reached out and caught his nipple, giving it a small twist.

“Ouch!” he cried out, his face still full of smile.

I wanted to punch him.

But the ass would probably find that amusing, too.

Just as I was about to open my mouth and let him have it—I mean, how could he just pull out when I was headed toward O-town?—he reached for me and hauled me toward the bench that was inside the shower.

Before I could tell him that I wasn’t sitting on that bench with my bare ass, he picked up a small hand towel from his bag, laid it over the bench, and then sat down on it.

Catching on finally, I hurried toward him and straddled his lap, my face only inches from his as I reached behind me and guided his cock to my entrance.

Once it was in place, I slowly started to sink down on top of it, and he growled.

“What was that?” the unfamiliar voice asked.

“What was what?” Sin tried to cover for it.

But then the slap-slap of our skin—I mean, there was only one thing the sound could be at this point—started to fill the bathroom air.

I would really try harder to never do this again, but the way he was rubbing me so deliciously in just the right places, I couldn’t think about anyone else. Let alone some man that I would likely never see again in my life once we left the campgrounds.

Zach and Sin I’d feel really embarrassed in front of for a long time to come.

But at that moment in time? Yeah, there was no embarrassment. There was no nothing but the way Hunt made me feel.

And the orgasm that I could feel coming at me at a million miles an hour.

My hands clamped down on what I thought were Hunt’s shoulders, but I would find out later was his actual neck.

Long moments later, when we were both coming down from our high, Hunt’s voice sounded like a bomb in the still air.

“I’ve never been into erotic asphyxiation before,” Hunt drawled. “But at one point there, it was weird. Floating while orgasming. I’m not saying that I’ll ever ask you to do it again but, wow.”