One Wild Ride (Lords of Mayhem 2)

Their arms brushed as they weaved their way through the crowd back into the clubhouse. Moose steered her into a quiet hallway that led to his room and pressed her against the wall with his large frame. His warm breath caressed her face.

Her pussy hummed.

“This wasn’t really about a drink, was it?” His voice sounded raspy and full of the same need that coursed through her body.

“No?” Joey licked her lips.

“I’ve been watching you for a while and every time those big brown eyes of yours are looking right back.” He slid his hand under her sweater. His cool hand settled on her flesh and curved around her waist.

She jumped.

“So soft.” Moose leaned in and inhaled. “And you smell edible. Are you going to let me eat you tonight, Joey?” Her name had never sounded so sensual.

“If you’re offering.” Her voice shook, and she cursed her inability to play it cool.

He chuckled. “I am.”

But for how long?

“Feel what you do to me.” He pressed his length against her stomach.

She whimpered. It didn’t matter. The need to experience this with him overshadowed her concerns. Life shouldn’t be lived with what ifs and regrets. One night. “For what you have in mind, I think we need to be somewhere much more private.”

“Fuck, Jo-Jo, I didn’t think you had it in you. Figured you’d turn me down for sure.” His eyes danced.

The full smile he graced her with made her heart race. Underneath that gruff exterior and beard, lay a beautiful mass of a man. “Then why ask?” She shook her head, amused.

“Because I’ve been daydreaming about what it’d feel like to taste your lips and be buried inside your pussy.”

Joey let her head drop back against the wall and moaned.

“You like it when I tell you what I want to do to this beautiful body of yours, don’t you?” He slid his hand up and cupped her breast. Just an inch shy of six feet, and a voluptuous size twelve, she didn’t receive compliments often about her frame. Most men were intimidated by her height, and right now curves weren’t in.

The hunger in his eyes reinforced his sincerity. “Be sure, because once I get you in my room, neither of us is coming back out until we’ve both been completely satisfied.”

“Promises, promises.”

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Moose stared down at the voluptuous woman with a sharp tongue and fire in her eyes. Always giving as good as she got, Joey never shied away from him or his brothers. Her swagger made him sit up and take notice. Not many women could handle him. He didn’t usually sleep around the places he frequented. Not with girls like this, who wanted more than a quick fuck and a little bit of attention.

“I’ve always been more a man of action.” He grabbed a handful of her hair and gently bit her bottom lip. She gasped, and he traced her plump lips, tasting the lingering flavor of beer and her own natural sweetness. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, learning her as he tilted his head, seeking more. Their tongues rubbed and tangled. He deepened the kiss, lifting her leg and hooking it over his hip. They’d been working their way toward this from the moment they met. Their banter had taken on an undertone of sexuality and the tension between them had been pulled tighter and tighter with every encounter.

Joey dug her nails into his shoulders.

“Yo, Moose we got a problem!” Specs’ voice had the effect of cold water.

His cock went flaccid, his body tensed and he groaned, resting his forehead against hers. “Fuck. I gotta go,” Moose said.

“Yeah, I know.” Her voice shook and her breath came in small puffs. She removed her leg, and her foot touched the floor.

Once she attained her balance, he stepped back.

Joey smoothed her hair down took a deep breath. Her pulse slowed to a reasonable speed. Back in control, she flashed him a shaky smile.

“I want to make sure you get out of the club okay. It’s wild here tonight. An unclaimed female during a party could be easily mistaken for a quick lay.”

She nodded. “Okay.”