Rocket (Hell's Handlers MC 5)

Over the past month, he’d had the opportunity to bring her harm countless times. Instead, he’d selflessly let her use him for her own healing and unconventional therapy. Maybe it was time to give him something back. Give him the gift of trust. With a shuddered sigh that was as much desire as fear, she let her head tilt back against the tub, and closed her eyes.

“That’s my girl,” Logan murmured as his hand kicked up its journey once again. This time, he ran his fingers through her sex on each pass. Instead of jolting in surprise, Chloe was squirming with unsatisfied need by the third swipe of those digits.

“Logan,” she said though it sounded more like a moan.

“So wet,” he said back.

Chloe couldn’t stop the small giggle. “I’m in the tub.”

“No,” he said, and she imagined him shaking his head with a stern expression. “It’s different.” As if trying to demonstrate his point, he worked one thick finger inside of her.

Her back arched off the slope of the tub, upsetting the water. She gasped. God, that felt good. Her nipples immediately hardened to tight points. Water sloshed over them, intensifying their sensitivity.

“That’s it, baby. Feel good?”

“Shit, Logan. Yes, it feels good. Really good. Amazing.”

“You have any idea how beautiful you look right now?” his gravelly voice asked.

Chloe smiled. There was something to this eyes-closed thing. She had no idea what was coming or when, but it was bound to rock her world.

“Your tits are gorgeous. Your pussy is sucking at my finger just like it does my dick. Can’t wait for it to be on my dick again. And those nipples poking out of the water are just begging for some action, aren’t they?”

“Yes,” she said, and God help her, she sounded like she was begging. “Touch them.”

“Think I can manage that.” There was laughter in his voice but also an edge of desperation. He had to be hard as a lead pipe. Chloe should probably offer to do something about that, but her body was sliding into a state of languid ecstasy where she could do nothing but absorb the sensations he piled on.

All at once, he pinched her left nipple and slid a second finger inside her. Chloe cried out. Her eyes flew open and locked on his. As predicted, her fingers curled into his forearm, nails gouging his skin with a strong pressure. Just as she was about to apologize, she caught his nostrils flare and his eyes darken to a deeper shade of blue.

He liked it. The prick of pain letting him know how much the pleasure affected her.

Rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he fucked her with his fingers, gently at first, then with increasing speed and purpose. Each time he pulled those long digits back, he stroked over her g-spot. Before long, Chloe was writhing under the sensual assault. He alternated between nipples, pinching, tugging, and twisting until she was a whimpering mess of need.

“Logan,” she whined. He was killing her. One erotic finger pump at a time.

“So fucking beautiful, baby. Ride it out. Take what that sexy body wants.”

She still held his arm. Hell, the poor guy was probably bleeding by now, but she couldn’t release her grip. Even though she knew instinctively he wouldn’t stop, wouldn’t tease her in this moment, her hands acted of their own accord, holding him in place between her legs. The water sloshed as though she were caught in the wake of a speedboat instead of reclining in a small tub only half full.

All of a sudden, his thumb tapped her clit with a heavy but brief pressure. Once, twice, a third time. The lash of pleasure was so intense, she nearly came right there. “Logan,” she screamed out. “Oh my God, I’m so close. Do it again.”

A strained chuckle was the only auditory response, but he complied, driving his fingers deep into her, squeezing her nipple, and pressing her clit all at once.

Chloe’s back bowed and she let out a wail she’d be embarrassed about in a few minutes. Her eyes screwed shut as she rode out the orgasm, wave after wave of delicious pleasure crashing over her. “Holy shit,” she said once she finally slumped in the tub. Thank God Logan was still there. He could save her life—again—if she grew boneless and slipped beneath the surface of the water.

Hadn’t she said something about sore muscles not too long ago? Logan certainly found the cure for that. Man, he could make millions marketing his relaxation technique to top athletes all over the world. Chloe giggled.

“You find my work funny?” Logan asked as he withdrew his fingers from her pussy.

She gasped then groaned at the loss of fullness. “No, not funny at all.” Popping one eye open, she stared, enraptured as he licked his fingers.