White Heat (Lost Kings MC #5) (38 page)

He releases me long enough to push my sweatshirt higher, tugging it over my head and tossing it on the round table next to us. As soon as it’s gone, he gathers my hands behind my back, thrusting my breasts forward. His mouth curls into a slow smile.

“It’s like you knew,” he says as he stares at the front clasp of my bra. Easily he flicks it open with one hand—which yes had absolutely been my intention when I bought it—and lowers his mouth to sweep his tongue over my nipple.

“Oh, please, Rock.”

“Please, what?” he asks as he runs his hand up my ribcage, stopping to cup my breast. I whimper and he chuckles. I want him so much, but he’s intent on teasing me. “You have no idea all the filthy things I planned to do to you while we were apart.”

“Show me.”

He releases my wrists, but the warning look in his eyes keeps them in place. There’s a soft pop and ticking sound as he undoes my jeans and pulls them down my legs. He helps me step out and tosses them aside. On the way back up, he presses kisses against my legs, belly, breasts and finally my mouth. While he’s busy teasing me with lips and tongue, his hand runs down and over the top of my panties, heading straight for the wet satin at my opening. Against my mouth, he grins. “Spread your legs.”

I slide my feet apart and tilt my hips, offering myself up. “Good girl,” he whispers as he teases me through the thin satin. Running his fingers back and forth from my clit to my ass. “Oh,” I sigh.
So good. Perfect. Right there.

His fingers slip under the fabric and slide inside me. We’re nose to nose and his storm-gray eyes darken, losing a bit of control.

“Kiss me,” I whisper.

As his lips meet mine, I arch my back, pressing my pussy into his hand, dying for release, but wanting to wait for him to give it to me. I can’t stand not having my hands on him for another second. He’s knotted with muscles that flex with each movement and my hands can’t stay away from his thick, strong shoulders. Intense waves of need grow and my body twitches. He adds a finger and keeps slowly working me until the pressure building inside almost hurts.

“Rock, I think—”

“Don’t think.”

My back arches even more, grinding myself against his hand. The heavy panting breaths and loud moans, I realize belong to me.

Then I explode. All those waves of need are satisfied in sweet, perfect pleasure.

I’m still trembling when he pulls away from me. Delirious and dreamy, I watch as he drops his shoulder and I let out an unladylike giggle-snort when he throws me over it. “You’re a little obsessed with this caveman carry,” I tease while smacking my palms against his perfectly tight ass. I get a swat on my butt in return.

“I think it’s actually called a fireman’s carry,” he says while tossing me on the bed. I barely have time to orient myself on the mattress before he’s hooking his thumbs in my underwear and dragging them down my legs, throwing them somewhere near our luggage.

“No fair. Now I’m naked and you’re not.” I try to work my mouth into a pout, but end up laughing instead.

Rock’s laughing too, and the sight seizes my heart. He’s so serious and hard all the time. I love when he smiles. “Pretty proud of yourself, huh?” I tease.

“Yup,” he answers as he drags his shirt over his head.

I kneel up and skim my hands over all his newly exposed skin. “I can’t get enough of you.” I tip my head up so he can see how serious I am.

He presses his palms against my cheeks. “Same here.”

My hands work his belt loose and I don’t have the same kind of patience he does, because I shove his jeans and boxer briefs down his legs until he takes over and kicks them off himself. Then he’s naked before me. A sexy, muscled god with hard ridges, smooth defined muscles and an impressive erection. He’s so handsome. Sometimes while we were apart, I wondered if my mind exaggerated how sexy, how beautiful he is, but no, he’s even better in the flesh.

I’m not shy about staring and my tongue licks my bottom lip as his fist closes around his cock, stroking from base to tip.

“See something you like, Hope?”

“Everything. You. Yes.” My words roll out in a flustered jumble. Okay, maybe I’m not as calm as I thought. I squirm and keep staring, craving a taste of him.

“You want this?”

Eager and tired of being teased, I urge him down onto the bed with me, and brush my fingers through his hair, holding him still so I can kiss him. He lets me roll him on his back—because let’s face it I can’t make Rock do anything Rock doesn’t want to do—and kiss my way down his chest.

“What’re you doing, Baby Doll?” Lazy-curiosity colors his words.

My hands circle his cock sliding up and down. Instead of answering, my mouth opens and my tongue darts out to taste him. The soft skin and blunt head of his cock caressing my lips. His salty taste lingers and I tease him with my tongue, slowly dragging a wet trail round the head of his cock a few times. A primal grunt pushes past his lips as I swirl and lick. He’s not really moving. Just lying there and letting me have my way with him, which I like. I shuffle forward on my knees to get closer, and fill my mouth with him. I take him as deep as I can and work my way back. Before I can try again, he gathers my hair into a ponytail and pulls.

“Need to fuck you, Hope.”

I’m crazed with lust and want, but disappointed he didn’t let me do more. Using my hair, he guides me up to his mouth for a deep kiss. I love kissing Rock. I could do it for hours. His hands grab my hips. Strong fingers dig into my ass as he settles me over his cock. “Take it,” he whispers against my mouth. Reaching down I align him against me and sink down. Quickly, I lift up, not quite as ready for him as I thought.

He brushes a few strands of hair off my cheek. “Relax.” I let out a deep breath and sink a little deeper this time. My eyes close as he stretches me in the best way. I ease up and sink back down slowly.

“Fuck,” I whisper as I increase my pace.

“Love when you say fuck when I’m fucking you,” his voice comes out strained, raw almost.

A low moan escapes my lips. No words. I can’t form them. Heat races over my skin.

“You have any idea how much I love seeing you blush and get all shy with me?”

A soft chuckle works out of me. “Rochlan North: MC President and corrupter of bashful ladies.”

“Damn fucking right. Love that you’re so modest around everyone else, then let
me
violate you in any filthy way I want.”

Mmm. He’s got that right. I think I’d let him do anything at all to me right this second. Especially when he hits that spot. I suck in a sharp breath and grind down harder, chasing the thrilling sensations only he can give.

Eventually I settle into a perfect pace. His hands grip my hips, directing me hard and fast, then deep and slow. After a while, his hands slide up my ribcage, settling under my breasts. A dark look passes over his face.

“What’s wrong?” My words are harsh between panting breaths.
So close.

His eyes meet mine. “Nothing, baby. Fucking love looking at you. You’re so beautiful.”

My head tips down and I murmur a thank you. He lifts up, flipping us easily. After a few not-so-gentle thrusts, he slides out of me and motions me up. “Knees. Put that pretty little ass up in the air for me.”

My mouth curls into a smirk, but I roll over. He slides a pillow under my stomach. Tucking my knees up under me, I rest my cheek on the mattress. Behind me, I catch a glimpse of him rising up on his knees.

A sharp sting as his hand slaps my ass.

“Up.”

I arch my back and push myself up. Feel him position himself at my entrance. One hand grips my hip, while the fingers of his other hand trail down my spine. He thrusts forward and I let out a low moan.

“Good?”

“Fuck. Yes.”

He pushes forward again and pulls back slowly. Each time he thrusts I moan a little louder. He’s not the only one who had a lot of dirty fantasies while he was away. Not one compares to this. After a few minutes of slow, sensuous teasing, he grips my hips harder. Pulls me firmly against him, thrusting harder each time.

When he’s fully buried inside me, his movements still. “Fuck me back like a good girl.”

I push back and he grunts in pleasure. The sound encourages me, and I rock back and forth on him. “How’s that?” I whisper, needing a little reassurance.

Instead of an answer I get popped on the ass. “Don’t stop,” he warns in a tight voice. Satisfaction rises inside of me and I push back faster, taking him deep over and over. 

“Rock, I’m so close,” I cry out.

He pulls free and I sob in frustration. “What—”

“Need to see your face when I make you come.”

He flips me and shoves inside of me again, claiming me, telling me how much he missed me with each powerful
stroke

I plant my feet on the bed and lift my hips to meet him thrust for thrust.

He grabs my hands, stretching my arms over my head and our eyes meet. My lips part as I moan his name and fall apart.

“Keep coming for me. All over my dick.”

The roaring in my ears almost drowns out his dirty encouragement. He stills and shudders, letting go. Warmth coats my stomach and breasts as he pulls out at the last second, stroking himself in the sexiest way.

He presses kisses to my forehead and cheeks, then moves from the bed. He returns with a warm washcloth and cleans me. The look on his face is pure adoration. I reach out and trace my fingers over his cheek.

All the bleak moments I’ve had over the last few months crash into me.
Anger. Fear. Grief. Longing.
A deep sigh eases out of me.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He climbs in next to me, pulling me tight against him. “Did I hurt you?”

His worry loosens my tongue. “No. God. No.”

“Tell me.”

“It all just hit me at once. I’m so, so thankful you’re with me now.”

Tangled together with my girl, I’m finally whole again. Neither of us are able to move for a few minutes, our sweaty bodies stuck together in some places, cooling off in other places. Hope shivers and that jolts me out of my stupor. My hand squeezes her ass. “Shower.”

She moans, rolls over to her back and I take a minute to stare at her. “Worn out?”

“Yup,” she answers without opening her eyes.

My hands brush over her nipples and she giggles, soft husky laughter that makes my dick twitch. I trace my fingers over the dips and curves of her body, stopping at her ribs. My girl’s much thinner than when I went inside, and the visual proof of how stressed she must have been bothers me. First thing I’m doing tomorrow—feeding her.

Shaking off the gloom threatening to creep into my mind, I stalk into the bathroom and get the shower going. A few days. I just need some alone time with my woman, then I’ll return to the club and take care of business. For the next few days, she’s the only thing on my radar. I won’t allow any bad shit to intrude on our moments here together.

“Come on, Baby Doll,” I encourage, as I return and lift her off the bed. I can’t miss the way the corner of her mouth twitches up.

She opens one eye. “I’m all blissed out.”

“Good. That was my intention.”

“Goal achieved.”

“You okay?” I ask after I set her down in the shower. She holds out her hands to me. As if I’m not planning to join her.

“Much better.” Her hand reaches back and squeezes her ass. “My butt doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would after that ride.”

“I can fix that.” My bad joke makes her laugh. “So is that your way of saying you don’t like my Fat Bob?”

She tilts her head and I realize she has no idea what I’m talking about. “We need to spend more time in the garage together,” I mutter as I soap her up.

“Anywhere you want. As long as we’re together.”

“Yeah.”

“You know, I’ve never wanted to be some clingy girlfriend. But I’m afraid, I’ll be clinging to you quite a bit.”

“Nothing would make me happier.”

After we’re done in the shower, I take my time drying her off, and lead her back to bed. I’m exhausted, and I’m sure she is too.

“Want to take you out for a big breakfast tomorrow,” I explain as I slide into bed. She curls up against me right away as if she can’t stand for us not to be touching. I’m glad
that
feeling’s mutual.

We’re silent and I think she’s fallen asleep when she shifts. “The weeks when I couldn’t come see you were the worst,” she whispers as her hands stroke up and down my chest.

“I know.”

She pushes herself upright so she can look me in the eye. “I hated that I couldn’t talk to you freely. Knowing even over the phone someone was probably listening in. And then that…guard. That horrible—”

“Tell me now, baby. Tell me everything you couldn’t say before.”

She shakes her head and stares down at her hands, so that her hair forms a curtain between us. “I kept a journal for you.” She snorts out a humorless laugh. “All my uncensored letters.”

My heart stalls. “I’d like to read them.”

“I brought it with me.” She gestures at our bags lining the top of the dresser. “But not now, okay? I can’t go there right now. I need to just be with you.” She slides her fingers over my abs down to my side, forcing a chuckle out of me.