Blood & Bones - Rev (Blood Fury MC 8)

He snapped his jaw closed. “What’s a rabbit?”

She bugged her eyes out at him and sighed. “It’s not dick, that’s what it isn’t. While it gets the job done, it’s lonely. Sometimes you just want the weight of a man crushing you as you come, or you want to hear his deep grunts in your ear as he pumps his thick dick in and out of you, or you want to watch his face twist up when he finally blows his load. Your mouth is hanging open again.” She stepped closer and pushed it shut with her fingers.

“Reilly…”

“I love sex.” She raised a finger. “Good sex. I liked it before the dead douchebag and it’s been kind of okay afterward, but nobody has knocked it out of the park recently. In fact, it’s been rushed and unrewarding. A back alley—”

“What?”

She kept talking. “—fuck in a backseat of a cramped car isn’t always satisfying.”

“You need to shut the fuck up now.”

She planted her hands on her hips and glared up at him. “Why? Because you can’t imagine me having sex? Or you don’t want to?”

Both.

No, the second one. Because the first one he could. As long as she was having that sex with him. He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his fists to the sides of his thighs because if he didn’t, he was going to grind them into his eye sockets to wipe away the vision of her having sex with anyone else from his head.

She kept talking anyway because that was who she was. “So, what’s wrong with me wanting to have sex in a damn bed with someone I trust, to actually take our time and make it good? I could really use a good fuck.”

When those last two words came out huskily, his eyes opened.

“And no one has to know,” she finished.

“Had that discussion already,” was all he could manage.

“Yes, well, we’ll know.” She threw her hands up and yelled, “Who the fuck cares? Fuck me and forget about it. Then, once we go home, you can go back to your man-whore ways.”

She was trying to make what she wanted seem more simple than it was. Most of his brothers would jump on that offer and not even think twice. In fact, before she had even been done talking, they would’ve had their dick out and in their hand, impatiently waiting on her to stop running her mouth and wrap it around their hard-on instead.

But it wasn’t any of them standing in this room, it was him. “You ain’t gonna say shit if you see me railin’ one of the sweet butts?”

Her brow dropped low.

Yeah, he didn’t think it would be that easy. It never was with a woman.

“No. Why would I?”

Hold up. That meant… “You’re sayin’ you only wanna use my dick temporarily.”

“Yes, why not?”

Why the fuck not? he wanted to repeat in a scream.

“That whole to-do list you growled into my ear earlier—which made me wet, by the way—proves to me that you want to fuck me. Am I wrong?”

“You’re not wrong.”

“Well, then…” She shrugged. “I just decided what we’ll be doing to pass the time the rest of this afternoon… Instead of watching one of those boring black-and-white movies.”

He stood frozen in his spot by the window as she moved toward his bed. While she did so, she ripped her T-shirt over her head, reached behind herself to unclip her bra, letting it drop to the floor, and then she paused with her back to him. She snagged the elastic waistband of her shorts, bent over and shoved them—and whatever panties she’d been wearing—down her legs until they dropped to her feet.

What.

The.

Fuck.

This was not a fair fight. Not a fair fight at all.

How could she just do that and…

He needed to go get her room back from the front desk, then he needed to go over there and take an ice-cold shower.

Because his dick now had its own heartbeat. It also had its own opinion, too. It was screaming at him to not look a gift horse in the mouth. To take the damn gift and say, “Thanks.”

Be appreciative.

Stop being a pussy.

She was right. No one had to know.

Coatesville, Pennsylvania could be the new Las Vegas.

What happened in…

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

But what happened in Manning Grove once they got back could be far from fun. What happened here might not matter, but what happened there would.

He wasn’t Rook, who thought he could fuck Jet out of his system. He was mistaken, of fucking course, because that was a complete failure.

Rev wasn’t stupid. He was smart enough to know that if he fucked Reilly, he wouldn’t be able to shake her afterward, not because she’d be clingy, but…

He could do this. He could fuck her without wanting anything afterward. Right?

He did it all the time with the sweet butts and randoms.