Rocket (Hell's Handlers MC 5)

Holy shit. Holy shit.

Her nipples puckered to hardened points under his attention.

“Just one problem.”

“W-what?” she whispered.

“I need another fucking taste,” he said on a growl. “The quick suck I had that first night hasn’t been nearly enough to carry me through until now.” He leaned forward, capturing a nipple between his lips and pulling it into his mouth with a hard suck.

Chloe moaned. Her head dropped back and she arched her spine and pushed her breast into his face. He tongued her nipple then pressed it to the roof of his mouth, ripping a sharp cry from her.

There weren’t enough functioning brain cells to feel panic or even care she’d taken a huge step toward breaking their routine. All she could think about was how badly her other breast needed some attention.

“Logan,” she said, practically begging with just one word.

“I’ve got you, babe,” he said, kissing a path to her other breast. “Christ, I could live on these tits.” Then the other nipple was in his mouth and she was moaning once again. This time, he scraped his teeth across the sensitive bud, making her entire body jolt like she’d been hit with a live wire. The entire time, his hands remained anchored to the bed, non-threatening.

After a few minutes, the need for release started to build in her again. She’d already had three orgasms that night and was getting close to demanding a fourth from him.

But he was free, not bound to the bed and that lightbulb was a big bucket of ice water on her arousal.

Logan must have felt the shift in her. He released her breast and sat back, looking her straight in the eye. “Thank you. That’ll hold me a few days.”

His cock was fully erect once again. Looked like she wasn’t the only one to enjoy that. She was just about to offer to cuff him back up for another round when her stomach decided to let out a very loud rumble.

Logan chuckled. “Hungry?”

Ravenous. Sex with him always worked up an appetite. “Well, would you believe me if I said no now?”

“Nope. Let’s go grab something to eat.”

Chloe froze. Something to eat. Like a date? Like she was a normal woman. “I don’t kn—”

“Come on,” he said as though she hadn’t even spoken. “I know a twenty-four-hour place around here that makes the best damn pie you’ll ever have. They usually have at least five kinds, too. I can’t let you drive home with an empty stomach. What if you pass out from low blood sugar and crash your car, who would I fuck next weekend?”

The ridiculous scenario had her laughing. “Pie does sound good,” she said. “Last night I ate three brownies after I got home. If we keep at this, I’ll need bigger clothes.”

He snorted. “Nothing wrong with a little cushion, babe. Less likely to hurt you with a rough fuck that way.”

Her eyes widened. They stared at each other as the seconds ticked by.

“Okay,” she said. “I’m in.”

His words were crude but sent a thrill through her. A rough fuck. Maybe someday she’d be over her issues enough to experience that. She almost laughed. Not that Logan would be around that long. He’d wise up one of these days. Which was why she should grab onto what he was offering.

“Good.” He stood from the bed, muscles at play while he stepped into his jeans. “Hate to see you cover that body, but you better put some clothes on before we leave. Though I gotta say, your ass in jeans is even hotter than I’d imagined.”

Chloe gasped as she glanced down at her body. She was still stark naked. Standing around talking to a man who was also naked like it was no big deal. Without even a hint of nerves or panic.

Maybe there was hope for her after all.

CHLOE COULDN’T SIT still. She fidgeted, drummed her nails on the table, tapped her foot, shifted her eyes around the small twenty-four-hour diner. If he didn’t know better, Rocket would think she was overdue for a good fuck.

“Hey,” he said, reaching across the table and placing his large hand over her jittery one. “You okay?”

“What?” She gaped at their joined hands. Yeah, he was pushing her. Or at least trying to nudge her along without totally freaking her out. Gave him an excuse for touching her besides the fact that he wanted his hands on her in some way nearly all the damn time.

“Yeah, of course. I’m great.”

He gave her hand a squeeze. “You’re nervous.”

All her movements stopped as though someone flipped a master switch. “Sorry, I’m a little out of practice—”

“With what? Eating?”

That had her at least huffing out a half laugh. “No, being around other people. T-touching. I don’t go out very much.” Her face turned an adorable shade of pink. “Well, except for Friday and Saturday nights.”