Lay It Down: Bastards MC Series Boxed Set (13 page)

His face was emotionless in sleep, but his lips pouted slightly. Part of me wanted to kiss the pout away. I started to lean forward but stopped suddenly. I didn’t want to wake him up. That awkward conversation was not one I wanted to have right now. Okay, I didn’t want to have it at all. I frowned at him as reality crept back in and I saw my friend and not the sex-god I’d been admiring five seconds ago. What the hell was I going to do? There was no way in hell we could forget the last few hours; we’d crossed a line that he knew we shouldn’t have crossed. There was no way to go back, but was there any way to move forward?

Well, obviously you didn’t think that through well enough
, I chastised myself. Would he ever forgive me? Shit, shit, shit.

I leaned back to my side of the bed as quietly as I could. I couldn’t think about it—the idea of talking to him right now terrified me. My heart was pounding so loud that I was sure he would hear it, and I knew that I was breathing heavily. I would laugh about this tomorrow, really. Maybe it wouldn’t be as awful as I thought.
Ha! It will be.
I was back on my side and turning over to slide out of bed when a muscular arm wrapped around my belly and held me in place. I hadn’t heard him move, and I jumped, barely keeping a yelp from escaping.

“Leaving so soon?” a groggy voice asked as the body that belonged to it moved in behind me, his chin resting on my shoulder.

“Hey, you.” I smiled, willing my heart to stop pounding. “I’ve gotta get ready for work.”

The arm didn’t release me as I attempted to get up again. Instead it pulled me back into the solid wall that was his chest. “I thought we had all morning.” The voice was low and husky. I shivered as his lips made a trail down my neck onto my back.

“We did. Time’s up.”

I wasn’t sure if he could sense my urgent need to get away from him, but his arm only tightened. In one fluid move, he pulled me into the middle of the bed and rolled on top of me, one of his legs nestled between mine. I knew he was watching me, but I couldn’t look at him. Instead I stared at the Claddagh over his shoulder, and I traced the lines lightly with my finger. He didn’t move, just stayed propped on his hands, looking down at me until I had gone around the tattoo twice.

“Fine. I need twenty more minutes though.” There was humor in his voice, but I still couldn’t meet his eyes. “‘Cause twenty minutes is all it’ll take.”

No explanation was needed as he pressed into me, and I could feel how hard he was. His arms were tight, with all his muscles straining as he held his weight off me. My hand moved from his tattoo to his arm. I loved these arms. I loved to look at them, and I loved touching them. He wasn’t small, but he also wasn't a huge guy.

At first glance you wouldn’t know that his arms were this big. But here they were, big, strong, and solid under my fingers, and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching my left hand out too. I ran my fingertips down both arms, amazed at how hard they really were. He shivered, giving me an impatient sigh, and pushed himself into my leg again.

“Look at me,” he growled.

I met his eyes and knew mine must reflect his. I wanted him to fuck me as much as he wanted to do it. His eyes were the brightest blue that I’d ever seen. When we’d first met, I thought that they were contacts because there was no way that color was natural. I was wrong. Now the color had changed slightly, the blue had grown darker—more dangerous, as if a warning sign. Too late, I thought as I arched toward him, remembering that I was just as naked as he was.

The eyes narrowed and grew even darker. “Okay. It’ll only take five minutes.”

I’d never been good at holding my laughter. I giggled when I was nervous and laughed at the most inappropriate times. This was one of those times. A laugh burst out before I could even try to stifle it. He chuckled back, smiling as his mouth descended on mine. He wasn’t forceful, but he wasn’t gentle as he demanded a response. I heard a moan and didn’t know if it came from him or me. I moved my hands to his hair, curling my fingers in the strands and pulling him down. I wanted him closer to me, and I didn’t want him to stop. I’d think about the rest later.

He shifted, moving his lips to my neck. He trailed kisses up each side and back down again while his hands traced the lines of my body. He was heavy, all of his weight pushing me into the soft mattress. Each kiss he left was more urgent than the last, and I struggled to hold him still so I could kiss him back. I slid down a little and was able to reach his neck, mimicking the trail his mouth had just taken on mine. When I got to his ear, I closed my teeth around the bottom of the lobe. He moved fast, giving me no time to think, and pinned both my hands above my head with one of his own. His other hand and mouth were everywhere. Every few seconds, his teeth would find skin and he’d bite me softly.

I pulled my hands free and found his hair once again, this time pulling at it every time he bit me. I was out of breath and panting, and I didn’t want him to stop. I moved my hips against his legs, trying to show him I wanted more. His hand moved to my left breast, fingers squeezing my nipple tightly while his mouth closed over my right nipple and bit down.

Oh, my God.
My entire body was on fire. I moved my hips against him again, silently begging him to give me what I wanted. His only response was to suck on my nipple and bite me again. I grabbed handfuls of hair, twisting it and pulling. There was no question who was moaning now. I was so loud the people in the next room could probably hear me. His eyes shot up to mine, and he released my nipple long enough to give me his “up to something” smile as he moved his mouth to my left breast.

“Like that?” His voice was husky, and he didn’t wait for an answer, clamping his teeth down harder than he had a second ago.

I cried out. That must have been the answer he was looking for. His hands grabbed my hips and circled around me. He shifted again, and I opened my legs to let him in. As he moved between them, his mouth found mine and kissed me gently. I wasn’t expecting it. It was such a stark contrast to the kisses he’d just given me. I let go of his hair and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. I didn’t want him to do anything but lay there and kiss me like that again. His hips moved against me; I was beyond ready. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been this turned on. He pushed himself up onto his knees, forcing me to let go of him as a wave of cold air hit my naked body. His hands found my upper thighs, and he moved close enough for me to feel his heat.

He stopped moving, eyes traveling over my body. He wasn’t seeing me naked for the first time. He’d kissed or touched almost every inch of my body last night or this morning, but for one brief second, I panicked. He was perfect; I was not. Rejection on a normal scale I could handle. I’d done it many times before and would again. Having my best friend decide not to fuck me and leaving me this horny was something I could not handle. I moved my hands over my stomach, trying to hide what I could.

His beautiful face turned into a frown, and his eyes narrowed angrily. Grabbing my arms, he pushed both up over my head. His mouth was on mine, all tenderness gone. He pulled his mouth off mine and growled “Don’t!” before biting my lip and pushing himself into me.

I didn’t have a chance to rise up to meet him, and I gasped—both at the surprise and the hardness that was filling me. The sound was lost when his mouth covered mine. He let my arms go, and suddenly his hands were in my hair, pulling my head back roughly, making my eyes meet his once again. I couldn’t look away as he thrust into me harder than I expected and didn’t pull back.

“Don’t do that, not now.” He kissed me again.

My body was very aware that it had a hard intruder, and my muscles flexed around him.

“Christ!” came out as a groan. He shuddered and closed his eyes, leaning his head back.

Oh, no. He was not getting off that easy. I squeezed his dick again.

His eyes flew open and his head snapped up. He smirked down at me. “You wanna play that way, huh?” His voice was barely a whisper but held a note of serious threat.

I leaned up, as far as I could without his hands pulling my hair, and bit his chin. He groaned and let go of my hair.

His hands found my thighs again and slid up onto my ass cheeks. He pulled out of me, lifting my body toward him, and slammed back in. Again, this time slamming harder. Again and again, each time harder than the last. His hands squeezed at the flesh on my butt hard enough to be painful. I didn’t think he could get any deeper, yet each time he did. He was moving so fast I couldn’t even attempt to match him. My hands were on his back, digging in each time he pushed into me. He pinched my flesh between his fingers, making me push into the air, trying to get away. He wasn’t going to let me though and only picked up the pace even more. I cried out, my body on sensory overload. I couldn’t handle much more.

I felt him shift his weight slightly, never missing a beat as he pummeled my tender flesh, his teeth finding my right nipple. He bit me hard, harder than earlier. I screamed out, raking my nails up his back into his hair. He hissed, and for a brief second, I was afraid I had drawn blood. His mouth moved to the left breast, not biting but sucking and nibbling, and I couldn’t help moaning. Then his fingers dug into my ass even harder, pulling me farther into the air and driving his dick harder and harder. Teeth closed on the left nipple—soft at first, then a little harder. I had just gotten used to the pressure from both his fingers and his teeth when he let go of my nipple, dug his fingers even farther into my flesh, his fingernails cutting into my skin, and bit my right nipple.

My legs jerked around his body as his mouth found mine, covering the cries I made as I came around him. His thrusts got softer, and he let go of my tender flesh, moving his hands back to my hair. I convulsed around him, my muscles squeezing and milking him. I was so wet I knew he must be having a hard time, but he didn’t stop.

I didn’t realize that I was still moaning until he moved his mouth. He slowed even more but kept a steady pace, and each pump sent ripples of pleasure through my entire body. He pulled my head back, and I looked at his beautiful face, surprised to see concern.

“Do you want me to stop?”

I couldn’t talk. I didn’t have enough energy. Instead, I played with his hair and pulled him down to kiss me, trying my best to show him it was his turn. He smiled as he pulled his head back.

“I want to watch you come this time,” he whispered.

I didn’t understand. My mind was foggy, and I couldn’t begin to form words with his steady rhythm. I shook my head, and he smiled a slow, knowing smile.

As quickly as he had slowed, he regained the mind-numbing pace from earlier. His hand found my hips, and he leaned down to kiss me slowly and deeply. The man never strayed from his rhythm, and I was out of breath in seconds. I felt it—fucking Christ. I was going to do it again.

He must have seen the look on my face. His eyes got dangerously dark again, and the smile widened. He leaned his forehead against mine and grabbed both of my hands with his, twining his fingers around mine, holding them just above my head. “Come on, baby. Come with me. I want to hear you scream my name.”

Suddenly there were fireworks and my body was exploding. Good Christ. Fuck. My body was convulsing in places that didn’t convulse. I was shaking and my back arched off the bed. I wanted him out of me. I wanted him in me deeper. I wanted him to kiss me. His eyes never left mine, not even when I closed them and his hands held mine tight. I didn’t scream, but I was close. He kissed me, his noises mingling with mine as he finally found his release.

I didn’t know how long we lay there, completely entwined, before I realized that I wasn’t sure which of us was shaking. We were both soaked and the room was fairly chilly—maybe one of us was shivering. Or maybe it was nerves, because it really was time to face reality.

“That was a big sigh.” He backed out of me slowly, dragging me with him as he rolled onto his back and managing to throw a sheet over us. He kissed the top of my head and his fingertips started drawing on my back. I snuggled closer to him. “I would stay right here with you all day if we could. You know that, right?”

Not really the first words I thought we’d share, but I smiled. “I do.” The hair on his chest moved slightly every time I breathed, and I reached up to play with the little curlicues. I knew what he wanted me to say, but I didn’t know if I could. I tipped my head back and saw that he was watching me. “I’d stay with you, but I’m not sure we’d get much sleep.”

He smiled. “That wasn’t what that sigh was though, huh?” His arm nudged me. “We’re not going to worry about this, remember?”

He seemed so confident, but I could see the worry creeping into his face. Shit. He had enough to worry about and this was what I had wanted; I’d made him do this.

I smiled at him, pushing up to kiss the spot on his chin that I had bitten earlier. “I do. I’m not worrying. It was a good sigh, silly. But I am late." I wrinkled my nose at him. "And I need a shower.”

13

Relief washed over his face. I rolled over and slid out of bed, stealing the sheet as cover, heading for the shower. I turned around when I heard him swear and inhale his breath sharply.