Maverick (Hell's Handlers MC 2)

She could barely concentrate on his words, so desperate for him, but she wasn’t getting a damn thing more until he got what he wanted.

“I love you, Mav. I’ll do anything to protect you.”

“No!” He scored his teeth across her nipple, and she jolted beneath him. “You’ll never beg some fucker to turn his attention to you. I don’t care if he’s burning every inch of my skin off my body. You’ll never put yourself at risk of being arrested. And you’ll never fucking charge into a clubhouse full of bikers when you think they might be out for your blood. You fucking promise it now, or I’ll walk out that door.”

Yes, he might have sounded like an asshole, but the thought of losing her to a sadistic lunatic, to prison, or any-fucking-thing had him out of his mind.

“Mav, I can’t make that promise.” Her breaths came in ragged pants.

“You need more, don’t you, baby? You want me to give you more? Deep? Hard?” Christ, his dick wasn’t going to last through his own teasing.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she said, nodding.

“Then you give me what I fucking want.”

With a frustrated cry, she sagged against the pillows. “I love you, Maverick,” she said in a voice full of need.

“Then you trust my club and me to take care of you. Any problem, any trouble, you come to me. I’ll take care of it. What’d I tell you?”

She rolled her eyes. “You own my ass.”

He gave her a wicked smirk. “Damn straight, baby. Now give me what I want, and I’ll give you what you want.”

STEPHANIE’S ENTIRE BODY was on fire with need for Maverick. Never had she felt so on edge, so out of control, so needy she would agree to sell her soul to quench the desire. But what Maverick asked of her, she wasn’t sure she could give.

Protecting and defending those she loved was in her blood. It’s what she’d been trained for, worked for. And while, when push came to shove, she’d try to protect Mav or any of his brothers, she got what he was asking. No unnecessary risks. Come to him with problems.

Trust him.

And he was giving her his trust when she barely deserved it at this point.

So the decision to give him what he needed was easy.

“Okay,” she said. “You win. I won’t try to protect you. I won’t put myself out there. Now, please—”

The words were barely across her lips when Maverick closed his mouth around her nipple and roughly shoved two fingers into her pussy. She let out a loud cry and arched her back as white-hot pleasure shot through her blood.

Fuck, it was so damn good.

He curved his fingers, scraping over the bundle of nerves that had her shouting out his name. “Fuck, Steph.” He kissed and nipped his way up to her neck. He sucked at the pulse fluttering her skin.

“I know,” she said, then moaned as he dragged his fingers across her G-spot yet again. “Mav, I need you to fuck me. Please.”

“Want you to come first,” he growled into her neck.

She shook her head back and forth. “No, I want to come on your cock.”

“Jesus, can’t fucking resist that.” His fingers left her body so fast she whimpered at the loss.

Mav pretty much threw himself off the bed, yanking at the button of his faded denim. “Fucking boots,” he muttered under his breath as he struggled with the laces.

Stephanie threw her head back and laughed. God, it felt so amazing to be here with him again. She felt free, elated, loved. “I’m not going anywhere, Mav. Take your time.”

He snorted. “You may not be going anywhere, but if I don’t get inside that pussy in the next ten seconds, it’s all gonna be over, and you’re gonna be washing some dirty sheets and polishing yourself off.”

With another laugh, she shook her head. By then, Maverick had all his clothes removed and stood before her in all his inked glory. His body really was a work of art. He crawled back over her and placed his hand on her sternum, above her breasts. Then, he trailed it down so it rested against her stomach.

“Fucking love the way that looks,” he said. “All my ink against your naked skin. You’re so beautiful, Steph.”

“Mav,” she whispered as tears filled her eyes.

He winked. “How hard do you want it.”

“Hard, Mav. I want to feel you for days.”

His playful grin grew predatory. “Your wish is my command.”

Fast as lightning, he was off the bed again, dragging her to the edge by her ankles. He flipped her onto her stomach, and she landed with a yelp as he yanked her hips back. Feet on the floor and torso flat on the bed, she barely had time to process the change in position before he was slamming inside of her. “Holy shit,” she cried.