Devil's Fall: Dust Bowl Devils MC (7 page)

“Yeah.”

“Don’t get dressed.”

“I’m putting my clothes on, Gunner.” He could hear the hesitation in her voice. “This was fun, but-”

He slammed his fist against the door again. “If you don’t want me to touch you then you’d better count to sixty before you open this door. I’m hard enough to bust in there using just my dick.” He heard her release a shaky sigh. “What’s wrong? You don’t trust me?” It made his blood boil instantly. He was a man of his word and it pissed him right off when people assumed that he wasn’t; besides, he’d spared her life when he
should
have shot her - that had to count pretty damn heavily. And he was helping her now. What was her problem?

She defused him quickly, though. “I trust you,” she said, “I just don’t know you all that well.”

This was too much talk. He wanted her hot and bothered, not anxious and unsure. He wanted to replace that stoic expression she always wore with one of wild ecstasy. As much as his cock vied for his attention, it was no longer his priority - he wanted to get her off more than anything. “Get on out here,” he said, voice low and smooth, “I know you’re hot for me. I’ll make you come without taking any of your clothes off.”

That got the door open. “Now I know you’re just making fun of me,” she said, hair wet but otherwise fully dressed, “That’s ridiculous.”

The shock of the new black hair barely registered. He just wanted her. “Is it?” He let her examine his eyes, showing her that it wasn’t just bravado, that he meant what he said. They stood locked in the moment, each waiting for the other to make a move.

She tried to soothe the tension and change the subject. “How’s the hair look?”

“Hideous.” Then he swept her feet out from under her. She gasped and grabbed his arms as he caught her and lowered her to the floor. “You thought I was joking? All that talk had no effect on you?”

“None,” she said. She might be able to lie with her words, but the rise and fall of her chest and the flush on her cheeks told him otherwise. And she hadn’t let go of his arms, her delicate hands gripping him just above his wrists. He had to bite his lip to keep from ravaging her right then and there.

“Stone cold bitch,” he said, though his tone held no malice and his face nothing but heat and amusement, “You’re a liar.” He leaned in close, his body over hers, his face over her neck.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Barely touching you. Go on, see how long you can keep that aloof act going.” He exhaled against her skin as he moved on top of her, just brushing against her, avoiding all her erogenous zones. He knew what he was doing, though; this game was mental more than anything. He shifted above her, moving subtly back and forth, just brushing her shoulder with his, her leg and hip with his own.

“Are you thinking about fucking me?” She tensed. “It’s okay if you are. We’re not going to. Not today.” He let his lips brush against her ear as he spoke. “I want you to just imagine it, though.” He pressed his cock against her hip, just for a brief moment, and nearly chuckled at the hitch in her breath. “Think about it. How fucking big and hard it is. How it would feel, sliding in and out of you.”

Breathing heavily next to her ear, he grunted, softly at first. He let his breathing hitch, then grunted a fraction louder. And then again, with the rhythm of his movements, just a hint of the sounds of the throes of sex and passion. He knew the effect a few well-timed vocalizations could have - nothing loud or over-the-top porny, just soft grunts and growls from deep in his chest that told her how turned on by her he was.

He let her feel the heat of his breath again, then inhaled sharply and groaned at her own scent, losing himself in the moment.
Don’t fuck up.
He was beginning to wonder if she was right - if he was having no effect at all. Maybe he’d misread her and she wasn’t the least bit attracted to him.
Then why hasn’t she gotten off the floor?
He brushed his cheek against hers, rough stubble against soft skin.

A quiet, keening sound escaped her throat.
Victory.

Staring into the mirror after dying her hair
was
like looking at a different person. He’d been right about that much. But it shouldn’t have changed her entire personality; it shouldn’t have cracked that willpower, that self-control she took such pride in. So why was that noise coming out of her mouth? Where had her composure gone? For fuck’s sake, they were both fully dressed, he hadn’t even kissed her, what the hell?

She felt more than heard his triumphant chuckle. He sure was full of himself. It should have been a turn-off, but it wasn’t, not at all. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was; her whole body was humming, waiting. Talking to him through the bathroom door had been one of the most erotic experiences of her life, despite the fact that she’d been sure he was only mocking her at the time. She shouldn’t be feeling such a loss of control over that.
But goddamn, that voice, those sounds he’s making…

He pressed a finger to her lips. “What are you doing?” she mumbled. She really ought to release her grip on his thick, firm forearms and push him away and get herself up off the floor but her body was not obeying her wishes.

“What I promised,” he growled, “Gonna make you come. Not even gonna undress you. But you have to work for it.” He pressed more insistently against her lips. She let the digit slide inside her mouth, figuring it would buy her a few minutes to try to clear her head. He nuzzled against her neck, his stubble abrasive and his breath hot. “Work for it,” he repeated. Tentatively, she slid her tongue against his fingertip.
I guess I’m doing this.
He pressed his lips against her neck in reply, slowly parting them to taste her sensitive skin. The wet heat of his mouth had a drugging effect on her - as he trailed open-mouthed kisses up towards her ear, she found herself sinking, losing herself to the sensations. Instinct took over as she sucked his finger, caressing it with a firm touch before twirling her tongue teasingly around the tip. He removed that digit with a groan before replacing it with another, which she devoured hungrily.

She froze up as intense desire pooled at her core and took her breath away. How was he doing this to her? “Harder,” he growled, and she did as he said, sucking his finger as deeply as she could.
This should not be such a turn-on.
When she released him and grazed the digit with her teeth, his breathing hitched.

He shifted quickly. His mouth was on hers in an instant, and the effect was electric. She was enveloped by his heat. Pure animal instinct made the moan rise in her throat, made her arms wrap around the back of his neck. She fought to keep her body quiet and composed, but he sure has hell did no such thing; he hadn’t stopped moving for a moment, and now with him practically draped over her, it was driving her wild.

One of his hands snaked up and cupped her chin. Slowly, he angled her head and deepened his kiss. She whined, feeling overwhelmed, but he showed no sign of stopping. His lips parted and his tongue slicked across her bottom lip. He grunted hungrily and tasted her again, as if she was something delicious he couldn’t get enough of; as if she were a drug that he craved with his whole being.

He thrust his tongue inside her mouth and slid it against hers. Desire raged through her veins, stormed at her center and soaked her panties.

She realized that he just might make his ridiculous claim come true.

“I want to keep kissing you but I want to suck on your tits, too,” he breathed against her ear. “Choose.”

What happened to making me work for it?
She pushed him down her body and he lifted her shirt, revealing her breasts confined by her lacy floral bra. Kissing him had been too damn intense. She needed to cool down and catch her breath.

He soon proved that impossible. He slid her bra higher, up around her torso just beneath her armpits, letting her breasts fall free. She knew she had absolutely nothing to be self-conscious about but she couldn’t help holding her breath as he drank her in with his eyes. They
were
on the smaller side, what if-

“Fucking perfect,” he growled, cupping them, pushing them together before burying his face between them and breathing her in.

“Oh.”

“Don’t believe me?”

“I believe you.” If nothing else, the man was honest. Painfully so. She watched him as he kissed his way across the tops of her breasts, leaving a hot trail behind. He brushed her nipples with his thumbs gently as he kissed and sucked his way around. He took his time, moving with a deliberate slowness, continuing to stoke the growing fire inside her. She’d never felt anything quite like it. Ex-boyfriends had kissed her before, sure, had played with her breasts, but never with such intent and such focus.

When he reached one of her nipples, when his tongue swirled around it before he sucked it into the heat of his mouth, she couldn’t hold back the moan that rose to her throat. She wasn’t sure she liked this version of herself - so wanton, teetering just on the edge of losing control. One of her legs move with a mind of its own, bending and slipping over his thighs and tugging him in closer, seeking to pull his weight on top of her. He held back with another deep grunt; he withdrew from her breasts and slid back up her body. “Earn it,” he said through clenched teeth, hovering just over her lips.

“Gunner,” she said. The sound of his name seemed to inflame him. He lowered himself so one of his legs was between hers and his erection dug into her hip. She bit her lip and fought a losing battle to keep from writhing shamelessly against his thigh.

He frowned down at her. “What the hell are you holding back for?”

She shrugged. It was just what she did - sex for her had never been terribly exciting, and she recognized that it was at least partially her own fault. She could get into it, sure, she could make the appropriate sounds and moves. She wouldn’t orgasm but sex was still satisfying in its own way, and she could always get off by herself later on. It was about control. She didn’t like losing it, and no man in her life had ever been able to
make
her lose it.

At least, not until Gunner. And it scared her a little.

“I’m gonna make you come either way but it’ll be a hell of a lot better if you loosen up. Goddamn.”

“I am loosened up.”

He leaned in closer and spoke against her ear. “Are you wet?” He nipped her earlobe and groaned, and rocked his hips against her, his thigh pressing harder against her pussy. It sent a shock of pleasure through her. “Answer me. Say it.”

“I’m wet, Gunner.”

He snaked a hand between them and unbuttoned the fly of her shorts. “I’ll bet you’re one of those bitches who can only get off using a vibrator, aren’t you.”

Was he deliberately provoking her or did he just not have a filter? She did not want to have this conversation. Nevermind that he’d guessed right. “That’s not your business.” His hand squeezed inside her shorts and he slid two fingers down along the material of her panties, his touch just too damn light. She squirmed.

“Fuck, you are wet. You aren’t cold down here at least, that’s for damn sure.” He pushed her shorts a little further down, just enough to make room for his hand, and then the panties with them.

“What happened to not getting undressed?”
God, just fucking touch me, please!

“They’re open, not off.” Finally, he dragged his fingers along her swollen pussy lips, a light touch at first, then probing deeper, spreading her wetness. She’d never felt such an ache; her hips lifted from the floor, moving against her will. Her clit throbbed with such a yearning, she wanted to scream. “Gunner,” she said again. If his intention was to make her beg, he was dangerously close to succeeding, damn him.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, “Don’t hold back. I sure as hell don’t. Let me hear you.”

She gasped and bucked against him as he found her recess, his fingers slick with her fluids. He pressed two just a bare inch inside and teased her with shallow thrusts. “Please.” It slipped from her in a whisper.

“Louder.”

“Please-” His lips smashed against hers, cutting off whatever else she’d been about to say. He slid his tongue slowly inside her mouth just as he slid his fingers deep inside her channel, stroking against every inch of her.
Oh. Shit.

He was going to do it. He was going to make her come, right there with him on the motel room floor.