Sinful Protector (Roughshod Rollers MC 2)

I hook a leg over his knee and draw him in. I want him so deeply in me that I’ll never forget that he was there. My skirt is chafing at the skin on my hips but I don’t care. All I care about is the way he is sliding in and out of me, hitting the spot that makes my eyes roll backward as stars explode across my vision.

But we’re drawing to the end. I can feel it in the way his legs are trembling, his thrusts slowing down. Mine are too, my whole body shaking with aching need, wanting release. I’m not ready to tip over the edge yet, I want to cling to this moment as long as I can, but our bodies aren’t going to hold us up for much longer. They’re too desperate for release.

Then Kyle hits my g-spot once more and my body shudders and releases. I clench myself around him and, with a shout, Kyle releases his own orgasm deep within me, thrusting in so deeply that part of me wonders if we’ll ever part again.

I wonder if I should care more if we can’t.

I ride the waves that are carrying me over the edge, sending me tumbling into a white world of noise and overwhelming sensation. When my vision clears, Kyle is holding himself up over me, his arms trembling as he pants. It gives me the oddest sensation of déjà vu; this is the same position we ended up in the other night.

And, just like that night, Kyle pulls back and crashes down beside me. His chest is heaving and he’s clutching at the bedspread, his body still trembling in the wake of his orgasm. I watch him, trying to catch my own breath.

“Shit,” Kyle finally says.

I can’t help but laugh.

“Yeah,” I agree.

I stare up at the ceiling. I wonder, for a moment, if I’ll regret this in the morning. I was so convinced that I could keep away from Kyle, but all it took was a few drinks and a game of strip poker (and, if I’m honest, the flirtatious looks from Paige) to drive me into his arms once more. So much for my resolve.

I don’t want to regret this when I wake up, though. Whatever my mot

ivations, I wanted Kyle tonight. It’s different from the night before when I only needed someone to drive Jesse away from my mind. Tonight, it was Kyle, and only Kyle, that I wanted. I wanted to feel him again, to have his hands on me once more, to feel his body moving within me.

I turn my head to look at him. My limbs don’t feel as weak any more. He’s staring upward, his expression relaxed and, as though he feels my eyes on him, he turns his head and smiles.

Will he regret this? After all, he was the one that snuck out on me that morning. Did he regret it happening the first time?

I find I don’t like that idea. If we end up regretting this and never touching each other again, is this all I’ll get?

I’m not tired. And I want more.

I reach out before I can stop myself, rolling onto my side and putting my hand on his arm. His body jolts, not expecting my touch. He stares at me and then covers my hand with his. Tiny sparks of electricity, pleasure left over from the force of the orgasm that had hit me, travel through my body.

“I still want you,” I tell him before I can remind myself to hold my tongue.

I lean forward and kiss him before I can say anything else. His mouth opens for me, and I lazily map the inside of his mouth with my tongue. There’s no rush this time. I’m not in a lustful frenzy. I want to feel him, to explore the areas on his skin that I haven’t found yet. Tentatively, his tongue touches mine, and stronger sparks travel through me, setting my nerves on fire.

No. I’m not done, yet. I’ll take everything I can get tonight.

I draw back. Kyle stares up at me, his breath catching.

“Allison…” he breathes.

I kiss him again. This time his arms wrap around my shoulders and he pulls me close until I’m lying flushed on him. My skirt is irritating me and, not breaking the kiss, I shimmy it down over my hips. As I do so, my hand brushes against his penis, and it twitches wearily, a little interested in what’s happening now.

I grin suddenly against Kyle’s mouth and I draw back.

“I’ve already pulled you over twice,” I purr. “Can I do it a third time?”

Kyle groans.

“Fuck, yes,” he gasps.

I rub my hands over his chest and sit up, straddling his hips like I was doing earlier. But, this time. I’m not teasing and playing games. I lean down and nip and suck at his skin, feeling his erection behind me beginning to perk up in interest at my actions.

I’m not rushing. There’s a quiet, gentle heat sweeping through me. I want to feel every bit of this. I don’t want to just fuck Kyle in a frenzied heat, thrusting against each other until we’re forced to release. I want to feel him sliding in and out of me as our hands explore each other, slowly getting to know everything about our bodies and how they’re connected.

I want…