Heart Racer (11 page)

When he felt her flesh loosening, he slid another finger in and Bobby rewarded him with a moan full of unadulterated pleasure.

When he slid a third finger in, Bobby’s body jerked, the combined thickness of his fingers forcing her flesh to stretch seemingly beyond its capability. “God, Leandro…” She felt so full and raw, and the feeling was so beautifully painful she didn’t want it to end.

“Is it good?” he asked hoarsely.

“Too good,” she gasped.

“Then we’re doing it right.” He didn’t let her speak anymore, knowing it was time to give her another orgasm. He sucked her nipples and reached for her clit with his other hand.
 

The combined impact of his mouth on her nipple, his finger on her clit, and the nonstop thrusts of his fingers into her pussy were too much, and Bobby came apart once again with a scream she was pretty sure everyone in his dorm building could hear.

At this point, she didn’t care.
 

All she knew was that she wanted more of this pleasure. It hurt bad, too, but it also hurt so, so good that she knew she would be addicted to it forever. She groaned in protest when he pulled his fingers out, but when she realized that he was looming over her and holding his cock with his hand, Bobby fell silent, tense and excited at the same time.

Both of them watched him slowly guide his cock in, a gasp escaping her mouth when the head of his cock made it inside her.

Leandro growled, “Don’t make any kind of sexy sound or I’ll lose it.”

“I-I’ll t-try…” She couldn’t take her gaze off what was happening, and she held her breath as Leandro started to push it in deeper. Oh God…she felt so full…he was too big…were they really going to fit? It didn’t feel like it.

“Bobby?”

She looked up.

He pushed in.

She sucked her breath in at the pain of his penetration, his cock tearing the barrier of her hymen to mark Leandro’s total possession of her body.

“Leandro,” she whispered. She was shaking so badly in his arms. She couldn’t believe he was inside her. This time it was not his fingers, not his tongue, but his cock inside her and oh God, she didn’t know what to do. The sensations were too confusing, the pain making her dizzy and breathless.

“Look at me.”

She focused on the dark voice, and bit by bit Leandro’s beautiful face became clear.

“You’re mine now.”

“Yes.”

“You will always be mine.”

“Yes.”

He moved and she gasped, realizing with surprise that he wasn’t even fully in. “Leandro, are we really—”

He pushed again, more forcefully this time, and his entire length went inside her. “That’s it,
mégaira.
You have everything inside you.” He clasped her bottom. “Tell me when it’s not painful anymore.”

“It’s not—”

He started to move.

“Oh God.” She held on to him, and he took that as his cue to move at a faster but steady pace, making sure he remained in control so he could give her as much time to adjust to his cock as possible. Her nails were going to leave bloody marks on his back with the way she was clutching him, but Leandro knew he would wear the marks proudly. It was proof that he had been the only one capable of making the tough Bobby Granger fall apart with pleasure.

When she started to move in time with his thrusts, clumsily at first and then with greater confidence, her hips pushing against his hips, he growled, “I’m going to fuck you very hard now.”

She wetted her lips and said breathlessly, “You’re all words—” She ended up screaming, Leandro taking the challenge wordlessly. He fucked her hard indeed, his cock shoving in and out of her with such forceful thrusts her body nearly bent backwards to accommodate him. He fucked her so hard the bed started to move with him, rocking against the wall, and the sound of pounding against the wall coupled with the slapping sound of his cock pounding into her was so erotic she knew she was close to her third orgasm for the night.

“Leandro.”

Bang, bang, bang.
The bed bumped hard against the wall with each powerful thrust of his cock.

Slap, slap, slap.
The sound of their wet bodies connecting with each thrust only emphasized the forbidden flavor of their lovemaking, whispering to them that it was possible the noise they were making was enough to wake everyone in the dorm.

Oh God, could they? Could the others hear, and would they know it was her?

The thought that they could hear them – and they would know it was her Leandro Christopoulos was fucking – was so shockingly sexual that it pushed her over the edge. “Leandro!”

When she broke apart in his arms with a keening cry, Leandro lost all vestiges of control, thrusting in and out of her, his hips pumping furiously over her. And then he was coming, his seed bursting out of him as he roared his release.

He looked down at her as he came, and the look on her face was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. This girl had risked what he could not risk because she loved him. She truly loved him.
 

He whispered, “I love you,
mégaira.
”
 

She whispered, “I love you,
kópanos
.”

Leandro grinned. Only Bobby…only Bobby would say something like that.

She had said,
I love you…jerk.

And somehow, by doing it, she had made it more real, made the words more heartbreakingly precious. At that moment, Leandro knew what started as a pretense was now the truth. He did love her, and he wouldn’t know how he would survive if she left him.

Chapter Fourteen

“You can’t be serious.” Bobby muttered the words between her lips while she tried to keep her smile. A professional photographer was taking their picture, which would be on the front cover of Sports Illustrated.

Leandro had been dead set against the shoot, but when she found out from Aunt Samantha that it could be used to help boost the Greek public’s confidence in him, Bobby knew she would do whatever it took to get Leandro to agree to the shoot.
 

Personally, she didn’t get what was wrong with it. All the photographer wanted was for her to have her hair loose while she wore her glasses, a frilly long-sleeved shirt, and a skirt that was well below her knees. Of course, the fact that she had to sit on his lap while he was astride his bike was a little
suggestive,
but Bobby told herself it was necessary. It was Sports Illustrated, and the more copies sold meant more people in Greece would find out that Leandro Christopoulos was a changed man.

Or at least she hoped that was how it would work out…if they ever did finish the shoot. And that meant she had to convince Leandro
not
to beat the director into a bloody pulp.

“He’s been looking at you the wrong way,” Leandro said tightly to his one-week-old girlfriend.

“Keep smiling, Leandro,” Mick was saying.

He bared his teeth, hoping the other man would get the message. If Mick ordered him around one more time, that was it. He was going to smack him down.

But Mick did get the message and said hastily, “That’s great.” He returned his attention to Bobby, who was undeniably one of the sexiest women he had ever captured on camera. There was something so incredibly sensual about her, and the fact that she was covered up like a damn nun only made her seem sexier.

“You need to bend forward more and hold the throttle.”

“Don’t,” Leandro gritted.

Bobby ignored it. “Like this?” She held on to the throttle, bending forward, not realizing that it made the scooped neckline of her frilly blouse move lower and reveal more of her ample breasts.

But Leandro realized it, and he stiffened.

Mick forgot all about being careful, his attention zeroing in on the flesh peeking out of Bobby’s blouse. He licked his lips. “Umm, yes, but I think you should…” He moved forward like an entranced zombie.

Leandro struggled to keep an even tone as he whispered to Bobby, “I’m not wearing my glasses, so I can’t see that well. Could you check the crowd and see if any of the other club members are here?”

“Okay.” Bobby looked away and searched the crowd for Leandro’s biker friends.

Mick reached their side. He opened his mouth to speak to Bobby but a wheeze of pain escaped him instead when Leandro Christopoulos suddenly gripped his fingers and crushed them in his hands.

“I’m going to give you only one fair warning, bastard. You do not look at Bobby the wrong way after this. You do not talk to her after this. Whatever you have to say, you tell me. Because if I catch you doing anything you shouldn’t be doing to another man’s woman, it’s your balls I’m going to crush next with a fucking hammer. Do you understand me?”

“
Ne
,” Mick gasped out.

“I see Kellion and Helios and a few others,” Bobby was saying. She looked at Leandro and was surprised to find that it was the director he had been speaking Greek to. “You’re also Greek?”

Mick mumbled incoherently and put as much distance as he could between him and the couple the moment Leandro released him.

Leandro explained smoothly, “Everyone in the crew is Greek. The family is well known for only working with Greek media.”

“Ah.” She adjusted her position on his lap and froze when something nudged against her. Her head snapped towards him, her gaze incredulous. “Please don’t tell me you’re—”

He said bluntly, “That’s why I wanted you to look for the others. They should take over now before I fuck you in public.”

She could tell Leandro wasn’t joking. “But I don’t think we’re even halfway done!”

Leandro glanced at the director. “Are we done, Mick? The other members of the club are already here.”

Mick’s head bobbed. “Yes sir, we’re done.”

Leandro raised a brow at Bobby. “Satisfied?”

She answered simply, “Where do we have sex?”

He cursed her in Greek even as his entire body shuddered at the way she never hid her desire for him. She was so damn true, so damn real, that each day they spent together, his guilt weighed more heavily on him.
 

“We’re going,” Leandro said roughly even though his touch was gentle as he scooped her off his lap and lowered her to the ground. After that, he dragged her out of the studio as swiftly as he could while he made a call to his driver.

She blushed when she heard his words. “Not the car again!”

“It’s the only safe and private place we can fuck.”

“But your driver will know—”

“I’ll tell him to park somewhere and leave us be.”

She was still undecided.

He stopped walking. “Do you want to fuck or not?”

When he put it that way…

Bobby muttered, “You know I want to fuck.
Kópanos.
”

By the time they walked past the studio’s exit doors, Leandro’s driver was already there. “Drive us to the nearest park and leave us there. Keep the engine running. I’ll call you when I need you to drive us again.”

“Yes, sir.”

Leandro opened the passenger door. “In.”

She quickly got in.

When he followed her inside, it was to see that Bobby was already busy wriggling out of her panties. Leandro groaned. “Bobby, dammit.”
 

She tossed him her silk panties and then regretted it afterwards when he brought it to his face and inhaled.

“Don’t do that,” she wailed.

“I like your scent.”

“
Kópanos.”
 

Leandro smirked. “But you love me being a jerk to you.”
 

“Shut up.”

“Enough talk, Bobby. Come here. I want to fuck…” He groaned when she knelt in front of him. In moments, she had his cock free and then before he knew what was happening, she was swallowing him whole.

“Bobby, dammit…”

She sucked him harder, her mouth working beautifully on him until his cock was straining into her mouth. Her head started to bob and he gripped her hair.