Bull (Kings of Mayhem MC 6)

I thought about what she said for a moment.

“We’re not all big bags of dicks,” I said.

“No.” Her eyes grew serious. “I can see that.”

Something crackled in the air around us, and we both knew it. Our eyes lingered, and a hot longing took up residence in my veins.

But Taylor broke the spell. “I should probably get back to Noah.”

After I paid the bill, I took us the long way back to the clubhouse, enjoying the feel of her arms around my waist as we rode through the sultry summer night. They were warm and comforting, and I felt myself relax, feeling my soul at ease as the wind whipped past my face.

Taylor was relaxed too. Her warm body softened against mine, and her fingers spread across the hard plane of my abs, making me ache to feel them all over the rest of my body. I felt tight with need, turned on by the closeness, and hard as fuck because this woman was somethin’ else.

Despite taking my time, the ride was still over too soon, and we arrived back at the clubhouse. I pulled up next to her car. The prospects had done a good job repairing the damage, no doubt with the help of Hawke who was a genius when it came to minor panel repairs.

“Thanks again for dinner…and for the job,” she said, climbing off. She undid the helmet and handed it to me. “And for fixing my car. You’ll have to let me know how much I owe you.”

I shook my head. “Consider it a Welcome to Destiny gift.”

She gave me a soft smile, and in the muted glow she looked like every man’s dream, and I was about done holding back. I was dying for a taste, and if I wasn’t mistaken, so was she.

I was going to kiss her.

Then I was going to take her into the clubhouse and do things to that beautiful body of hers until we were both breathless.

I stepped closer so there was no space between us.

“That’s not a good idea,” she said when my hands slid around her jaw.

Good idea or not, I was aching to make her moan.

“I’m not interested in a one-night stand,” she added.

“Who said anything about one night?”

She gave me a doubtful look. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I want to fuck you. A lot. And judging by the heat in your eyes and the way your pulse is throbbing against your throat, I think you want to fuck me too.”

“Are you always this straight to the point?”

“No point wasting time.”

A small smile touched her perfect lips. “Like I said, I don’t mix business with pleasure.”

“The business hasn’t started yet, sweetheart.”

She licked her lips and, fuck me, I was salivating for a taste.

Her eyes narrowed slightly and she lifted her chin. “Say you’re right—”

“I usually am.”

“—and I do want to fuck you—”

“I’m fucking praying that you do.”

“—then what happens when you’re done coming? I’ll lose my job.”

I let my hand drop.

“I may be a lot of things, honey, but a fucking douchebag ain’t one of them. Your job will always be safe. You have my word.”

“Excuse me if that doesn’t reassure me. I don’t even know you.”

“If I’m not mistaken, I’m trying to change that.”

“Don’t kid yourself, you’re not trying to get to know me. You’re trying to get me into bed.”

“Bed, floor, up against the wall…tell me your preference, and I’m all yours. I’m an adventurous guy.”

“And not in the least bit arrogant.” A ghost of a smile softened on her lips. “I’ll tell you my preference. Tonight, it’s a cold shower before climbing into my bed…alone.”

“Why go to bed alone when you could go to bed with me? Believe me, I have a million different ways to make you come. Why would you deny yourself?”

“Oh, I’m not denying myself. I’m going to go home and take care of myself with my vibrator.” Her eyes flashed up at me. “Probably more than once.”

I bit back a groan. The idea of her getting herself off had me so hard, I knew I was going to come tonight, either with her or with my hand. Preferably with her.

“I don’t suppose you’ll be thinking of me,” I said.

“I don’t suppose I will.”

I couldn’t help but smile. She was an absolute firecracker.

But then I knew that the moment I met her.

I grimaced, already feeling the onset of blue balls.

But I wasn’t going to push her. It wasn’t my style. Besides, Taylor didn’t strike me as someone who could be won over so easily, and that was part of the attraction.

Plus, I was no Willy Breeze. I didn’t pressure women. And I sure as fuck didn’t beg.

No, when this happened, it was going to be Taylor’s choice of the time and the place. When that would be, I had no fucking idea. But what I did know was that Taylor was going to be writhing beneath me, scratching her nails down my back, and coming on my cock, and when she did, it was going to be worth the wait.