Rocket (Hell's Handlers MC 5)
Goddamn, he fucking loved her like this. Light, playful, unafraid to bust his balls. If possible, his cock got even harder.
And then all thoughts ceased to exist because the incredibly tight heat of her slid down him one inch at a time.
Rocket drew his knees up, putting her in the same position that got her off last time. She gifted him a sweet smile.
“Lose the bra. Want to see those gorgeous tits.” How his mouth managed to work was a mystery he’d never solve. Pure determination and desperation.
Chloe reached behind her. A small snick sounded through the room seconds before she tossed the garment to the ground.
Fuck yes. Not too big, not too small, with hardened nipples he’d give damn near anything to feel in his mouth.
Another time.
What? There were not going to be other times. Too risky for his club no matter how goddammed good she tasted or hot she felt. And the club had to come first. He was already skating on thin ice.
“Ready?” Chloe asked. Gone was the timid woman of twenty minutes ago. In her place a fucking seductress held the reins.
“Do your worst.”
And she fucking did. Riding him with complete abandon. Head thrown back, nails pricking his chest, she worked her hips on his cock like she was born for it. Thank God it didn’t take more than a few minutes for her to go stiff and bite her lower lip as she came again because he was only two seconds behind. The moment her pussy clamped down on him, he was a goner.
With a primal shout, he gave into the hardest orgasm he’d had in recent memory. When his brain regained the ability to function, he stared at the woman smiling down at him.
Two orgasms looked fucking amazing on her. Hell, if he didn’t want to see what she looked like after a few more. After she was too fuck drunk to do anything more than curl up against him and pass out.
These thoughts were beyond dangerous. Chloe had no idea who he was. No clue he was directly tied to her greatest nightmare. If she found out, she would not only kick him out of her bed, she might kick him straight to hell. Then there was the other matter. The issues she could cause for his club. All she’d have to do was snap and the cops would come running if they thought his club was somehow involved in what happened to her.
They weren’t. Not directly, but Lefty’s attack on her had been a message for the Hell’s Handlers.
Even though he wasn’t responsible, the guilt of that night had torn Rocket up for months.
This had to end. He couldn’t destroy Chloe’s world any more than it was already by telling her the truth yet he wasn’t sure how much longer he could lie to her.
No matter how happy she finally looked.
With a radiant smile he’d have forfeited his life savings to keep on her face, Chloe rested her ass on his thighs. “Tomorrow?” she asked. “Do you t-think we could m-meet here a—um again tomorrow night?”
What must it have taken for her to squash her fear, break protocol, and ask for a repeat? Had to be a good sign. She was so hopeful, so over the moon to have found a little pleasure that Rocket’s chest ached. That smile was going to disappear the moment he declined. But what choice did he have? Risking his club wasn’t an option.
“Yeah, baby, tomorrow.”
Apparently, his mouth no longer followed the command of his brain.
Her face lit like he’d offered her the stars. Made him feel ten feet tall.
He was officially fucked.
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHLOE HUMMED ALONG with Katy Perry as the singer belted out some lyrics about fireworks. Pretty appropriate choice considering what had gone on over the past few hours. Staring out her kitchen window at the darkness of night, she whisked the brownie batter for probably five minutes longer than the recipe called for.
What could she say? Being with Logan half the night made her hungry. And she currently had an intense chocolate craving. One indulgence begetting another or something to that effect. Plus, it gave her something to do. Something besides obsess over the fact that she’d completely broken her own rules and fucked the same man four times. The man who made her come and anticipate coming again all through the week. Well shit, so much for not thinking about it…
“Where the fuck have you been?” Scott’s furious voice spoken directly beside her cut through her musings making her jump and fling the whisk. Gooey batter splattered in an arc across the granite countertop and onto her brother’s arm.
“Shit!” she said on a gasp. “You scared the hell outta me.” Chloe rested her hands on the edge of the counter and let her head drop as she tried to control her runaway pulse. Not since before her kidnapping had she been so unaware of her surroundings. These days, nothing got the jump on her. She was hypervigilant to the point of pathologic. And Scott knew that.