Ho Ho Hennessy

The feel of his skin underneath her fingertips was mind-blowing.

When he lifted his face to the water spray, his austere jawline under the stubble of beard gave her pause. Only Jewell’s repeated assurances that all the brothers in the club were ready and able to get on with anyone who walked through their door eased her reservations. If she had met the man whom she was smoothing her hands over his back anywhere else, he wouldn’t have given her the time of day.

“My name is Arin.”

When his own name wasn’t forthcoming, she didn’t know what to do. She had promised to be adventurous during her stay, but having sex without at least having a name made her feel like a hussy.

Her hands moving closer to his rear solved the dilemma for her. She could do hussy.

“I haven’t showered with anyone since I was three.”

His low voice sounded strange. Was he getting excited from her touching him?

She traced a knife that had been inked into his shoulder blades. He felt so good.

Marcus was a good-looking man. He played on that fact to get what he wanted. However, even in her wildest imagination, she had never envisioned herself being so close to a man this attractive. His body was a piece of art, and she wanted to lick every tattoo. He could bring a woman to her knees. If she belonged to The Last Riders, she would never, ever take a shower without him. No wonder Jewell had stayed for so many years.

Her legs shook so badly she was afraid Marcus’s taunt would be proven prophetic with another man.

When he shrugged her hand away to turn to face her, Arin couldn’t help looking down to see if she’d had any effect on him, as his voice had implied. Clearly, she had the same effect on him as she had on Marcus.

Arin tried not to let his lack of response dishearten her. Anything worth having was worth working for, and this man didn’t just scream sex; he screamed take-you-to-heaven-and-say-hello-to-Jesus. And that was worth doing a little extra work.

“I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you,” she breathed out.

“Pretty sure that’s a damn lie.” He moved his hand to the wall to steady himself as his brows furrowed in irritation. “Listen up—”

“Don’t worry; I won’t let you fall.” Taking a step closer, she pressed her breasts to a rock-hard chest as she raised her hand to his bulging bicep, running her palm down his slick arm, then moving to his waist. Daringly, she stroked the ridges of his abdomen briefly to slide it to his cock. Gripping him tightly, she went to her knees.

Erotic fantasies playing in her head, she uninhibitedly lowered her guard in front of this stranger more than she had with another man, even before her ex-husband.

“I never lie.” She stroked the base of his cock with her fingertips, relieved to find it was coming to life.

He gripped her wrist, trying to move her hand away. “What are you not get—”

“We can do anything you want in a bedroom later.” Arin lowered her mouth to brush her lips over the head of his cock.

A low grunt had her blowing puffs of air on a cock that was finally beginning to jut out.

“That feels good, doesn’t it? Your little fellow just needed a little more motivation.”

“Little fellow?” he snapped.

Arin would have laughed at the insulted male pride she could hear but didn’t want to break the contact with his dick, not wanting to lose the momentum she’d gained. If his willy went back down, she would have to start over.

Giving blowjobs had never been her favorite part of sex. She considered it a means to an end. An end that Marcus had never given her once his needs had been met, and an end that she was becoming desperate for this Last Rider to accomplish.

Jewell had constantly bragged about them getting the job done, even after sexual marathons. So far, Arin thought her friend might be exaggerating about the sexual exploits within the club since this member made no move to touch or arouse her. Was it because he didn’t find her worth the effort like Marcus always claimed?

“It’s you,” Marcus jeered in her head.

Taking his cock in her mouth, she was determined to pleasure the man who stood as still as a statue until he clenched his hand in a fist and started pumping his cock deeper into her mouth.

Feeling triumphant, seeing he had been enticed into participating in shower sex, Arin had never felt as feminine and alluring as she did at that moment. Whoever this man was, he was boosting her confidence to heights she had never believed herself capable of. Even though she was getting no pleasure for herself, she never wanted it to end.

He wasn’t in her mouth a full minute before she felt his cock jerk. Quickly, she moved her mouth away, letting him come in her slick hand.