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Jack (The Kings of Mayhem MC Tennessee 1)

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“You got him to leave? I’m impressed.”

Her smile is mischievous. “He probably thinks I’m going to come in here and ravage you.”

The thought is appealing, but I don’t say anything.

I should pull things back a notch.

Someone shot me in the fucking chest, and until I find out what happened, I need all my focus on healing and getting my head right.

Despite that, this close, she’s a temptation I want to keep around. She makes me feel stronger. Loved.

She notices the razor in my hand and the bottle of shaving cream by the sink. “Need help?” she asks.

I nod. Not because I need it—because I’m feeling stronger by the minute. No, I agree because having her touch me right now is exactly what I want her to do, and I’m too damn tired to fight it.

I lean against the basin while she coats my face in shaving cream and begins to gently scrape the razor over my skin.

“You ever done this before?” I ask.

“No, but how hard can it be, right?” She leans closer. “Besides, I have to shave a vagina, and they’re a lot more sensitive than a face, let me tell you.” She gives me a wink, but her words have already gone straight to my dick, and now I have to repeat the multiplication tables in my head so I don’t tent the front of my sweatpants.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” she says as she glides the razor further down my jaw.

This close I can smell her breath, it’s sweet like honey, and I can see every perfect inch of her beautiful face. The light scattering of freckles across her nose. The bright blue irises and thick black lashes of her eyes. The delicate skin of her luscious pink lips I’m dying to kiss even though I’m supposed to be pulling back.

“How am I doing?” she asks.

“Gr… great.” My voice breaks because with every stroke of the razor, I feel myself falling closer to her.

She can feel it too because she keeps licking her lips, and I can see her pulse racing in her throat. Being this close to me is affecting her, just as much as it’s affecting me.

I’m desperate to kiss her, but I hold back.

When she leans over to pick up the face towel resting on the sink, her breasts brush against me, and I almost come undone.

I swallow back the lust.

When she’s finished, she pats my face dry and then stands back and smiles. But when our eyes meet, her smile fades. The air snaps with heat. There is no denying how I feel. The pressure is too much. I need to release some of the steam before I burst like a goddamn balloon.

My resolve vanishes.

Fuck holding back.

Right or wrong, I don’t have the strength left in me to fight the attraction.

I need to touch her.

Kiss her.

Make her fucking scream my name as she comes beneath me.

To hell with the consequences.

I’ll face them tomorrow.

I take her face in my hands and crush my lips to hers.

I kiss her.

I kiss her so damn hard.

When she sighs softly into my mouth, I moan and take the kiss deeper.

She tastes so damn good.

Feels so damn good.

Suddenly, my body isn’t so tired anymore. After a week of rest, it wakes up like a bomb has gone off inside me. Kissing her, I walk her backward into the bedroom, and I don’t stop until we reach the bed.

“Please don’t stop,” she begs against my lips.

I hold her face to mine. “I have no intention of stopping.”

My tongue sweeps deeply into her mouth, and she whimpers her appreciation. When she breaks the kiss and steps back, I watch with my eyes riveted to hers as the thin sheath of satiny fabric she’s wearing falls to the floor.

The last of my breath leaves me, right along with my restraint.

Seeing her naked, I go weak in the fucking knees.

She’s fucking perfect. So smooth and tight, her skin flawless and golden, her breasts ample and firm with pert, dusky nipples.

The last morsel of my exhaustion dissipates. Vanquished by an all-consuming lust.

I yank her to me and ravage her mouth, my kiss fierce, the frustration of the past few weeks pouring out of me as I finally give the fuck in.

God, I’m going to fucking die from how good this feels.

I guide her onto the bed and crawl over her. My hand slips between her thighs, and I jerk when I feel the slick velvetiness of her wet pussy.

Fuck, this is going to kill me.

I kiss her harder.

Rub her pussy faster.

“I want you inside me,” she pants.

My cock wants inside her so bad. It’s punching against my sweats aching to be touched and desperately wanting to slide in and out of all that warm, slick flesh.

But I’m not going to make love to her here.



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