Zero Hour (Lost Kings MC 11.5)
His hand grips my hip, pulling me close, so his face can nuzzle my neck. His raspy cheek, rough against my skin. “Your turn,
” he whispers.
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Zero
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The heat pouring off Lilly fucks with my head. But it’s no match for her naked skin. Losing the bra and panties almost makes me lose my mind. I have to step back so I can take all of her in.
I rub my hand over my chin, wiping away any stray traces of drool. “Fuck me, you must have made a fortune dancing.”
She snorts. “That’s a few years behind me.”
Whatever. I’d hire her right this second…and end up beating every man who looked at her half to death.
“I don’t like that you’re comparing me to other—”
I stop her before she finishes the ridiculous thought. “Trust me, there’s no comparison. Turn around.”
She chuckles but complies. I’m glad she’s facing away. Because my dropped-jaw expression probably makes me look like a dipwad who’s never seen a naked chick in his life. But fucking hell, she’s hot. Her hips curve perfectly to fit my hands as I yank her against me. My lips find her shoulder, kissing a path to her ear. “You’re fucking perfection.”
“Thank you.”
Love her confidence. I’m so over chicks who offer weak denials when you pay them a compliment. She trembles as my hands make their way from her hips, to cup her tits. Also perfect. And real. Everything in me is screaming to get inside this woman, but still, I take my time. She leans against me and sighs. “I have condoms in the top drawer.” She tips her head to the side toward her nightstand.
“Condoms, plural, huh?”
“Definitely.” She reaches back and gives my cock a quick squeeze through my briefs. “I think the first time will be pretty quick.”
I’m too amused to be insulted. Besides, she’s probably right. Her breasts are still in my hands, and I squeeze gently, loving the feel of her soft round flesh against my rough hands. Her nipples beg for my thumbs to brush over the stiff tips. She whimpers and arches her back, driving her ass right into my dick. Another second of this and I’ll snap. My hand glides down her belly, then over her mound, fingers dipping between her thighs and along her slick lips.
“You want me?”
She replies by moaning and wiggling against my hand. Gasps when I find her opening and shove two fingers inside. “Spread your legs.” I dip down to get a better angle as she does what I ask, and I’m loving the feel of her slick heat squeezing my fingers. My thumb brushes against her clit and she jolts. “You close?”
She hums and shakes her head.
“That’s hot, but I need some words, Lilly. Tell me.”
“No. Not yet.”
Honesty. I like it.
“Get on the bed.”
She turns and perches on the edge of the bed. Her hands dive for my underwear, tugging it down my legs and she follows it to the floor. Kneeling in front of me, she glances up and smiles. One of her hands wraps around my cock, stroking a few times before taking me in her mouth.
“Fuck!” My hands tangle in her hair and I forget everything. Her tongue swirls over the tip, while her hand strokes my shaft. “Fuck, that’s good.” She takes me deeper gliding forward and back. Best head I’ve ever had. I’m much too close to the edge, and this isn’t how I want things to go down. Reaching over, I snag open her drawer and yank out a condom. She keeps sucking, and licking right up until I’ve got the condom ready to roll down my dick, then pulls away with a smile on her face. “Get up on the bed.”
She hops up on the bed and scoots back, resting on her elbows, knees wide. Hot as fuck. Especially with that secret smile curving her reddened lips. As I crawl up her body, she loops her arms around my neck. “I think you’re the hottest man who’s ever been in my bed.”
I lower my mouth to kiss her. To shut her up, because I don’t want to think about her with anyone else. I thrust hard and she moans into my mouth. My hand cups her face, thumb brushing her cheek. I have to pound into her or die. She gasps, moans, then screams out a stream of sexy curses as she finds her release.
“You’ve got a filthy mouth, Lilly.”
She sucks in a deep breath and her lips tilt into a satisfied smirk. “You’ve got a wicked cock.” Her words are low and husky. They’re my undoing.
A few short thrusts and my cock explodes. “Fuck!”
I roll to the side, taking her with me, pulling her close. Kissing the top of her head, I brush her sweaty hair off her forehead and she smiles up at me. “Going to stick around for round two?”
“Absolutely.”
She smiles even wider and after a second slips out from underneath me. “Be right back.”
Too spent to move, I watch her sexy ass sway out of the room.
After I spot a wastebasket to toss the condom in, she still hasn’t returned. Since we just met and all, I throw on my briefs before leaving the bedroom to find her. Because I’m a practical guy, I pluck a condom out of the nightstand drawer and tuck it in my waistband.
The house is dark, but a soft glow from the kitchen leads me to Lilly. As my feet touch the cold, tile floor, she turns.
“Hey, I was just grabbing some water,” she explains.
My mouth can’t form any words. I’m too twisted from watching her stand casually naked in her kitchen. Instead, I walk up behind her, put my hands on her hips and yank her against me. The way her body softens against mine brings my lips to her shoulder. She shivers as I kiss my way to her ear. “Aren’t you worried about someone spying on you?”
We are after all standing in front of her kitchen window. Except for the bedroom, none of her windows seem to have any coverings.
“No one’s around for a few miles,” she answers and I grin when I hear the quiver in her voice.
A second later, I’m laughing when she rubs her ass against my hardening dick. The friction knocks the little foil packet out of my waistband. Lilly reaches down and plucks it up off the floor.
She turns and faces me with a raised eyebrow. “Feeling hopeful?”
My shoulders lift. Can’t help my grin from spreading. “Safety first.”
“I like that.”
Lucky me.
She loops her arms over my shoulders. Big brown eyes blink up at me. “What did you have in mind?”
“Haven’t thought that far ahead.” Behind her, I see she set out two glasses of water. “Were you bringing me water too?”
Her brow wrinkles in the cutest way. “Yes. Why?”
It’s fuckin’ sweet, that’s why. I can already tell something’s different about this encounter. About this woman.
“Thanks,” I answer, reaching past her to grab one of the glasses. Downing it in a few swallows.
She jumps when I thump the glass on the counter. “Come here.”
“I’m already plastered against you. How much closer do you want to get?”
Fuck, that mouth of hers is a turn on.
I hook my arm tighter around her, pulling her closer. Our lips meet with no hesitation. We’re touching at every point—our mouths, her soft breasts against my hard chest, but it’s not enough. Obviously, she feels the same way, because she claws at me, shoves her hands into my hair, holding me still. We’re a frantic jumble as I back her out of the kitchen. No way can I make it all the way to her bedroom. She must agree, because she pulls me into the living room, shoving my underwear down my hips before we even reach the couch.
“Turn around,” I demand. “Let me see that ass again.”
She smirks, but turns. Shakes her ass at me as she drapes herself over the end of the couch.
“Don’t worry, sugar. I’m gonna fuck you.”
Her low, throaty laugh gets me even harder and I struggle to rip open the condom packet and get it on. She arches and bounces up on her tiptoes, eager and playful. In a smooth thrust, I enter her. We both gasp and groan at the shock.
“Fuck,” she moans, low and throaty. The sounds she makes set me off and I’m grabbing her like a wild fuckin’ animal. Holding onto her hips, thrusting into her. She spasms and clenches around my cock, coming
fast and hard.
She reaches back, wrapping her hands around my forearms. I’m fuckin’ gone, my rhythm shot to hell as I keep pounding into her. I can’t help shouting as I push into her once, twice, then again as my orgasm takes over. The whole time, she’s whispering filthy words of encouragement.
I slump over her back, careful not to crush her against the arm of the couch.
After a couple seconds, she wriggles until I stand, pulling her up with me.
Another one of her sexy smirks almost does me in.
“Maybe we should grab a nap before round three,” she says with a teasing smile.
This can’t be the only night I spend with Lilly. “Fuck, yeah.”
2
Christmas Gift
Originally published in
Three Kings, One Night (Lost Kings MC #2.5)
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Zero
I shouldn’t visit Lilly tonight.
Not on Christmas Eve.
She comes from a big, tight-knit family, so she’s probably not even home.
It’s fuckin’ stupid for me to drive all the way up to see her. Especially if I just want to get laid.
I can do that back at the clubhouse.
Until half an hour ago, I’d been at my own awkward family dinner. My blood family, not the MC. Tricky business navigating the minefield of family relations around the holidays. Eventually, people drank too much and started listing all the ways you’ve disappointed them with the way you’re living your life. I’d managed to stay until a physical unease built up so strong, it pushed me out the door.
Way too fucking cold to ride my bike, I’m trapped in my black truck, racing up the Northway.
To see a girl who may not want to see me. Who fuck, may not even be home. Or even worse, if she is home, may have some other guy over.
I do not like that idea.
At all.
I blame my best friend, Rock for my predicament. I’d never have met Lilly if he wasn’t so damn obsessed with Lilly’s friend—his former lawyer—Hope. Sweet as they come, Hope is the last woman you’d expect to find dating an MC president. Sometimes it shocks me she’s managed to stay friends with Lilly for so long. All class and beauty on the outside, with the foulest mouth and an appetite for sex to match any man, Lilly keeps me on my toes.