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  God, I think I had been too.

  My hands wound around his neck, my lips opening as his tongue pushed past and tangled with mine. With every heartbeat, passion flowed from me to him, his hands eating up my skin, his breath fanning across my face. He’d been right earlier when he’d said I was turned on. I was practically a hot mess in his presence. Sitting on the front of his bike with his lips attached to mine now was the most recklessly hedonistic thing I’d ever done, and I was quickly becoming addicted.

  His lips never left mine when he caged me in his arms, then kick-started the bike to leave. It roared underneath me, causing all the aroused blood in my body to charge straight for my already wet pussy. I was a mess, but I couldn't be bothered to care when his body was still pressed against mine, his tongue fucking me slow and deep as the motorcycle engine purred beneath us.

  He tore his lips away for one moment before slowly guiding the bike out of the parking spot, turning it, and then shooting out of the parking lot, hovering at the end of the driveway leading into our quiet town.

  “Which way, precious?” My brain fried as it registered what I was doing. Letting this man take me home tonight. A stranger, a roguish, sexy, motorcycle-riding man who’d charmed the panties right off of me. But I still didn’t care.

  “Right. Go left at the first stop sign, and my house is a few doors down on the left,” I said in a quick breath, before my logical, safety-minded self kicked in and politely declined the offer. Told him I was a good girl who didn’t do these things and went home alone.

  And I was a good girl, too much of the time. So much of the time, it got exhausting, and a spike of adrenaline raced through my bloodstream, begging me to do something reckless, something just mine. Something in the name of pure pleasure.

  “I can’t wait to get you underneath me.” He drove one-handed, his other palm coming to rest on my thigh, thumb inching higher and higher, kneading at the flesh until I thought I might come in a scream right that very second.

  “I can hardly think straight with your hands on my skin.”

  “That’s what I had in mind.” He nipped at my ear, leaning as he turned the bike left, and I registered we were almost home. To my place. To my bed.

  Anticipation built inside me, my legs already quivering as the pad of his thumb inched nearer to my panties. I sucked in a breath of the cool night air, disbelieving any of this was happening right now.

  And then his thumb breached my panties.

  The rough scrape of his fingertip against my hot flesh was like a shot of cold water dousing my body. I clamped my teeth on my lip, thighs shaking as his thumb stroked back and forth, my pussy growing wetter with every pass. He added a second finger, working it at my entrance before sliding in smoothly, my body welcoming him with more silky hot arousal.

  “I’m so fucking hard, feeling your beautiful little pussy wrapped around my finger. You are so wet, so responsive. I know you love the feel of my fingers in your pussy. You're soaked. I want to taste that pussy, Sky, I want to get drunk on that sweet juice.” His words edged at my ear. “You want me inside you. Owning this sweet cunt.”

  Like fireworks exploding in my chest cavity, waves of release pulsed their way through every muscle I possessed. My fingers clutched at his firm biceps, shades of ink swirling across the hard muscle, as my teeth clenched down and I rode the orgasm with the help of his frantically moving hand between my legs.

  “Oh my God, I’ve never—” I sucked in shallow breaths of air. “I can’t believe—”

  His grin crooked to one side as he pulled his hand from between my legs, sucking his thumb into his mouth and licking the nectar clean. “Your pussy tastes sweet, Skylar.”

  His words embarrassed me and turned me on in equal measure. He must have known, because his grin ticked up just as his bike began to slow down. “Which house is yours?”

  Drowsy and drunk on pleasure, I hardly recognized my neighborhood, veiled in shadows.

  “Uh, 331.” I spat the number, unable to even think about providing direction at this moment.

  A slow chuckle rumbled through his chest, sending shock waves through me. I’d never been so turned on, so sated and needy for him all at the same time.

  “Welcome home, precious.” His throaty voice curled around my body as he turned into my driveway. The engine flicked off, and he smiled.

  Three

  Hudson

  Before we could even make it to her bedroom, I flipped her in my arms and bent her over the kitchen island. Her gaze nailed mine just as my hands were sliding up the creamy skin of her thighs, damp and still shaking from the first orgasm I’d nursed from her.

  “You’re so turned on for me you can’t even keep still, precious,” I crooned at her ear, using the moment of distraction to tear her panties down her legs. She sighed, ass working back and forth like it was begging for my teeth. My bite mark on her pretty ass would look nice, a brand on her skin. I was determined to give her that and more.

  I pushed the hem of her dress over the round globes of her sweet ass and sank my teeth into one cheek, enjoying the shudder that coursed through her, dampening her thighs and turning my cock to steel. Beads of precome dotted the front of my jeans as I lowered to my knees and plunged my tongue into her pretty pink flesh.

  Lapping and sucking at her soaked lips, I swirled and tasted and savored every drop of herself she had to give. I wanted her so fucking wet for me she wouldn’t be able to think straight when I slid into her the first time.

  Fisting at the cheeks of her ass, I shoved my face deeper, coating it with her juices, smearing her on my lips, covering myself in her scent because here, with her, was the only place I ever wanted to be.

  She arched when I slid one slow finger into her body, nearly losing myself when her walls contracted around me, sucking me in and begging for more. She groaned when I nipped at the hard little bud of her clit. Sliding one hand up the curve of her hips, I locked her hand in mine, holding her tightly as I sucked that little nub into my mouth and danced figure eights around it with my tongue. Her legs tensed, her breathing growing more erratic, before I hooked my fingers and sent her straight over the edge and into my arms.

  Her muscles seized up around me, arousal coursing down my chin and drenching my fingers. I’d done my job well, all right. I’d made her come so hard she’d never be able to fuck anyone else without thinking of where I’d been.

  Just as her breathing calmed, I spun her in my arms, still on my knees, and lifted her skirt, lapping at the moisture coating her thighs. She shuddered when I slid my tongue up the seam of her pretty cunt, sucking all the stray honey from her skin and savoring the essence of her on my taste buds. I could go for being surrounded by her scent every night and live a long and happy life.

  One of her hands pushed into my hair as I worked her into a frenzy, the skirt of her dress falling in silky waves around me. “I need to see you naked and spread out before me. I need to see what I’m eating for dinner and dessert.”

  I stood, grasping the dress and pulling it over her shoulders. She stood, all soft and creamy in the silvery moonlight, panty-free and only a pretty purple bra edged in lace preventing my mouth from reaching the Promised Land.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful, precious, I don’t know what to eat next.” But I knew where I was headed, my hands already pulling the bra from her body and stripping her bare. Her nipples puckered in the brisk night, but I didn’t give them long without my attention. My hands were embracing her tits, my mouth covering one nipple and drawing in long sucks. Her hands threaded through my hair as soft little moans fell from her lips.

  Christ, those moans would be the death of me.

  She had to stop making those noises, or I’d never last as long as I needed to last to please her in all the ways I wanted to.

  “Where's the bed?” I grunted, hauling her into my arms and wrapping her thighs around my hips. She rode my denim-covered cock like that a few steps before I realized it was no fucking good at all.
“Too far.”

  I set her down onto the couch underneath me, her body laid out, tits full, thighs creamy and begging for my hands clutching as I plowed into her.

  Her hands were at my button, working the metal back and forth before I grew frustrated with all the fabric between us and pulled the zipper down in one quick stroke. Shoving the denim down my thighs, I grunted with equal parts pain and relief when my cock hit the cool air.

  I needed inside her before I lost my head.

  Hell, I think I had already lost it.

  “Oh my God,” she gasped into the moonlit night. “You’re pierced.”

  A sideways grin turned my lips. “Want a better look?”

  Her eyebrow shot up, a small smile turning her full lips. Fuck, I wanted those lips around my cock, the tip hitting the back of her throat as my rough hands pushed through her hair. I wanted everything with this woman.

  “It looks amazing.” She dragged one finger up the thick vein that throbbed from the base to the tip, one painted nail dusting across the metal bar that pierced the ridge of my cock.

  “Wait until you feel it.” I cupped her fist around my shaft, the tip already leaking thick beads of precome at just the thought of being buried inside of her.

  “I’m not on anything,” she confessed. “But I might have a condom in my bathroom.”

  I growled, the idea of a single scrap of anything coming between us more than I was willing to handle. “Not tonight, precious. Tonight’s just you and me. I’m so fucking squeaky clean I can show you my test results on my phone right now.”

  “I believe you.” Her hands cupped my cheeks, drawing me in for a slow kiss. “I believe you, Hudson.”

  Her legs locked around my waist then, the tip of my cock sliding against her entrance and sending stars rocketing behind my vision, that little ball of metal doing its job and rubbing her and me in all the right places.

  “Jesus, woman.” I laid my forehead against hers, sucking in one long breath as my mind raged. I hovered at her entrance, everything in me wanting to plow in, claim what was mine, but I had to show her this was more. How could I show her this didn’t just end here?

  “Give me your phone number,” I demanded, fishing my own phone out of my jeans pocket.

  “What?” she moaned, lips working against my ear and sending me on a delicious path to pleasure and destruction.

  “I’m not fucking you until you know what this means to me.”

  “What does it mean?” she murmured, fingertips dancing across my shoulders.

  “It means you can't run out on me. It means we wake up in the morning, and you’re mine just as much as you are right now.” I closed her lips with a forceful kiss, showing her exactly what I meant. “I like you all quivering and needy underneath me, precious. I like knowing I own your orgasms and that pretty pink pussy.”

  Her sparkling baby blues flared. I held up my phone, waiting patiently, my dick teasing just close enough to touch but not nearly enough to provide any release. I had to get what I wanted first, and what I wanted was her—tomorrow…and all the rest of the days.

  “Give me what I want, and you get what you want.” I dragged my dick along the hot seam of her cunt, enjoying the shudder that burned through her.

  “That little barbell…” she whispered.

  “Is amazing. Wait until you feel it scraping against your clit.” I plucked at her nipple.

  In one quick breath, she rattled off her phone number, and luckily, I was fast enough to catch it all before hitting save and dumping my phone on the floor. “I find out that’s a bogus number, I will find a way to punish you.”

  “Punish?” Her eyes locked on mine, lip caught between her teeth. “What kind of punishment?”

  “Whatever I can think of to make you wither in pain and in pleasure.” I snaked a hand around her neck, holding her firmly as I touched our lips, kissing her slowly, tentatively, my dick sliding a little harder, a little deeper with each pass.

  Her nails dug into my sides, her breath washing across my neck in desperate pants, and then finally I slipped in. And lost in her body, swimming with her soul, I fucking came alive.

  With frantic thrusts, I clutched at her hips, rocking her against me as we worked a steady rhythm together. Her fingers grasped at my flesh, leaving fiery nail tracks in their wake. My teeth clung to her neck, sucking at the hollow and laving up the line of her throat before she was gasping and begging for more.

  More of me.

  More of us.

  Sweet fucking Jesus, I think I was on the verge of losing my mind.

  “Oh my God, that piercing,” she moaned. “Thank you Jesus for that piercing.”

  Her words drove me on, sure I’d hit that button buried deep inside when her tight cunt quivered around my already sensitive cock.

  “You like that, baby? You like the way I fuck you with that piercing?” I dragged in and out, the sighs from her lips urging me on. “I love feeling how wet you are for me. My pussy wants to come, doesn’t it? You want to gush all over my thick cock, don’t you? I can’t wait to see your sexy face while you taste yourself on my cock. I’m going to have you every which way, precious. I’m going to own every sexy inch of you,” I husked, angling her hips so I could hit a deeper spot. “I’m going to tie you up and make you mine.” I placed a kiss on her mouth. “You make me want things I didn’t know I ever wanted before.”

  I tugged at the long waves of her hair, pulling her head back to mine in a possessive kiss. She moaned against my lips, causing an orgasm to barrel through my spine. Holding myself taut over her, I emptied into her sexy little body, wishing for a split second that my seed would coat her unprotected womb and plant my baby right where it belonged.

  Skylar and I tied together for life sounded pretty goddamn perfect right now.

  My release ebbed, my cock not even starting to soften before my hands were massaging her scalp, slipping her over to straddle me bare on the couch. Planting kisses on her neck, chest, across those pert little nipples, I doused myself in her. I could overdose on her body and die a happy man.

  “You’re like a drug, Skylar.” I hummed the words at her ear.

  Her body arched, nipples puckering, before I planted my mouth on hers again.

  I couldn't get lost in the words. I only had feelings to give to her, and we weren’t anywhere near done yet.

  Fucking Skylar felt like touching a live wire. I’d never held much respect for words like love and forever, but if this was as close as I ever got to it, I’d know that for just one night I’d touched fire, and I’d lived to tell the tale.

  Four

  Skylar

  I woke the following morning, my thighs sore, my lips bruised, and a headache the size of Texas pounding through my head. Flopping a pillow over my throbbing head to block the morning light, I did not expect a rough palm to slither its way across my bare abdomen, down my thighs, until it cupped my warm cunt.

  Oh God.

  Every forbidden piece of last night came rushing back to me. Tall, tattooed, arrogant, motorcycle-riding, and tucked into my bed at this very moment.

  “Morning, precious.” His words wound around my insides like rivers of molten lava.

  “Hi,” I breathed, suddenly a little self-conscious.

  “Cat got your tongue?”

  I finally chanced a glance at him. That cocky grin was twisting his lips. Fuck, no wonder I’d fallen so far down the rabbit hole last night. He looked even better in the morning, and I didn’t even think that was possible.

  “No cat.” I cleared my throat, slipping out of bed and walking into the bathroom. I was hoping he wouldn't follow so I could have a few minutes to freak out in the bathroom mirror before I faced this day, but luck was apparently not on my side today.

  He sauntered into my bathroom, just like he belonged there, my gaze landing for the first time on a vertical trail of inked words decorating his rib cage. I couldn't make out what they said, the only thought running through my head that I wanted
to drop to my knees and lick my way up the art climbing every taut muscle of his body.

  Never in my life had I found myself in a morning-after situation until now, until six-foot-tall and fucking gorgeous snaked his heavily inked arms around my waist and placed a warm kiss at my neck. “Shower with me?”

  Oh God, what was I supposed to say to that? No, actually, I’d rather sit here and lick my wounds alone, thank you very much.

  “You weren’t so shy last night.” His spicy, leathery scent wrapped around me, nearly buckling my knees.

  “Scotch does that to me,” I muttered, eyes lingering on the sea of skulls that wrapped around his elbow, twisted up his bicep, and sprayed across one shoulder. His body was a work of art, and holding a conversation when he was just standing there…like this…all naked and gorgeous and mouthwatering was fucking impossible.

  “So…” He twirled me in his broad arms to face him. “You’ve done this before?”

  My eyes widened as I realized what he was asking. “No.” I shook my head with a huff. “Never. But I’m usually out drinking with my girlfriends, and we have this pact that we’re not allowed to go home with anyone for safety…” I paused, eyes landing on his again. “…reasons.”

  “Right.” He cupped my face in his hands, forcing me to look only at him. “Well, I’ve got news for you, doll. I've never done this sort of shit either, and while the bright light of day may have changed your view, it hasn’t mine.”

  He paused, letting his words loom heavy between us.

  “And that means what?” I finally asked, afraid of his answer.

  “It means I had a taste, and now I’m addicted. Not walking away from you, precious, and you’re sure as hell not walking away from me.” His heavy hands splayed across my shoulders, hauling me to him and crushing me into a possessive kiss. On instinct, my hands whispered into his hair, my body molding to his like it was meant to be there, our tongues twisting and stroking in tantalizing loops.

  I should be pushing him away. Everything about his attitude made the feminist in me want to scream and hit him and tell him I couldn’t be claimed. But the fact was, he’d done it. He’d claimed me, repeatedly, last night. The best sex of my life, hands down. Hudson could win an award for pleasure. I just didn’t want to think about how much practice that must have taken on people who were not me to get there.