White Heat (Lost Kings MC #5) (7 page)

“Can you do that?”

“Yes,” I answer slowly. This feels like a trap and I wonder why she waited until I was half-asleep to ask.

“Am I enough for you?”

“What?”

“Am I enough for you? Do I satisfy you? Make you happy?” Her voice barely rises above a whisper, and I roll over to snap the light on. I need to see her face.

“What’s this about?” I might as well just say it. “The video?”

“No. Yes. I don’t know.”

“How can you ask me that?”

“I don’t know.”

“Hope, look at me.”

It takes her a second but she turns and meets my eyes. “Aren’t we past this?”

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, rolling half into her mouth and she nods.

“You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

“But do I—”

“Yes, whatever you’re about to ask, the answer is yes.”

“Okay,” she answers, still not sounding convinced.

“Can’t you tell from the way I can’t keep my hands off you or my dick out of you?”

Finally, I get a smile out of her. “Will you promise to tell me if that changes?”

“Yes, Baby Doll. That will absolutely be a conversation I want to have with my wife.”

I get a thump on my chest for the sarcasm. “I’m serious. I want you tell me if I don’t make you happy so we can fix it before—”

I finally understand what she’s saying. “Okay. Promise me the same thing, though. I know I’m a prick sometimes. And I know I get wrapped up in club stuff. You need to knock some sense into me, do it.”

“Yum. Sounds like foreplay.”

That’s it. She’s tested me enough tonight. My hand shoots out and clicks the lamp off. I roll to the side and scoop her up, settling her on top of me so we’re nose to nose. “If you wanted some dick all you had to do was ask.”

She chuckles as she kisses the side of my face. “So full of yourself.”

“I’m about to fill you with
myself
.” My thumbs hook into her underwear, dragging them over her ass and down her legs. While she wriggles out of them, I strip off her shirt. “The first rule in our new house, is you’re sleeping naked. Always.”

“Excuse me?”

Before answering I flip us so she’s pinned under me. My mouth takes time exploring the skin of her neck down to her breasts, licking and sucking until she’s squirming under me. “You. Naked. Every. Night.”

“Hmm…it was the
rule
part I was questioning.”

I kiss and nuzzle my way to her ear. “Rule number two: never stop being a sass-mouth.” She gasps as I slide the head of my cock along her slick pussy. Enough to tease her but nothing more.

“Rock?”

“Yes, sass-mouth?”

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted too,” she whispers.

CHAPTER FOUR

I’m not happy about the way my clothes have been fitting lately. Especially when I know I need to squeeze myself into some sort of dress soon.

Rock seems to think sex is the only exercise I need.

Attempting yoga around him is only asking to have my ass groped.

With that in mind, I slide out of bed early the next morning. I plan to run downstairs, ease in a short work-out, then slip back into bed for a different type of workout.

“Where’re you going?” Rock’s sleepy-rough voice calls out as my hand closes over the door knob.

So close. “Gym. I have a wedding dress I need to fit into.”

“You haven’t even picked out a dress yet.”

“Well, I won’t be able to if I can’t fit into anything.”

He tosses back the covers, scrubbing his hands over his face. “Give me a second. I’ll go with you.”

My mouth twitches in irritation. Working out next to Mr. Rock-hard everything is the last thing I want to do. But I don’t want to say no and hurt his feelings, when I know he just wants to spend time with me.

While I’m waiting for him, I gather my hair into a high pony tail. Rock eyes me like the big, bad wolf he is when he joins me.

“You look too pretty for the gym.”

“Thank you,” I answer and throw open the door before we get sidetracked. Behind me, Rock’s sigh makes me chuckle.

“It’s so quiet,” I mutter as we walk downstairs.

“Yeah, most of these degenerate fucks probably just went to bed.”

“Don’t talk about your brothers like that,” I tease.

“Babe. Please. You know it’s true.”

Rock senses my unease as we get started. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m just used to working out alone or with Trinity.”

He doesn’t get it.

“You,” I point to this well-defined arms. “Are all chiseled and perfect.”

“And?”

“Working out next to you kind of sucks.”

Instead of laughing, he shakes his head. “I see you naked every day.” He flashes a dirty smirk. “Or at least I try to.”

“That’s different.”

“You’re exasperating.”

“I know.”

“Do your thing and quit leering at me. You’re making me uncomfortable,” he says with a girly, shivery gesture you wouldn’t expect from Rock.

“Jerk,” I laugh-grumble. But I know he did it to make me laugh.

Eventually I get over myself and fall into a rhythm. I can’t help glancing at Rock every few minutes—okay seconds. My girly bits do a little tap-dance watching him concentrate on each movement and repetition. Even the thin sheen of sweat rolling over his skin looks sexy on him. From time to time he catches me watching him, but never says anything.

He’s too busy doing his own thing to pay much attention to me.

Or so I think.

As I walk over to the wall to grab a towel, there’s an unexpected tug on my ponytail. His hot, heavy body press, press, presses against my back, until I’m flat against the wall.

Ohmygod.
A rush of a desire sizzles through me. His spicy scent spins my thoughts until the need for him to strip me down and fuck me raw right here, right now, becomes impossible to ignore.

His warm lips taste the back of my neck. A sharp, pleasurable prick as he nips my earlobe. “Wearing this ponytail around me was a bad idea, Baby Doll,” Rock whispers into my ear.

“Why?” Hope’s soft, nervous laughter floats back to me.

I wrap her hair around my fist a little tighter and give her a gentle tug. “Because all I’ve been able to think about the entire time we’ve been down here is how perfect it is for grabbing while I’m fucking you from behind.”

She gasps as I pull again. “Am I hurting you?”

“No,” she breathes out.

My other hand slides right down the front of her stretchy pants. “Fucking tight little work out pants have been messing with me all morning.”

No answer, just a sharp intake of breath as my fingers find her soft, wet flesh. “Hit the lights.”

“What? Here? Rock, no.”

“I didn’t
ask
, Baby Doll.”

She reaches out and snaps off the light switch. “Rock, Wrath and Trin are right across the hall.”

“Then we better be quick and quiet.” My lips trail down her neck, while my hand yanks her pants down.

“Rock.” She’s bending over and offering her ass at the same time she pretends to protest. I
never
tire of this unspoken game we play.

I said quick, but I can’t help taking my time to bare her ass with one hand, while keeping hold of her hair in the other. “Put your hands on the wall.”

She moans as she complies. I think it has more to do with my hand sneaking under the tight material of her sports bra, pulling it down to free her breasts.

“Love every inch of you, baby,” I whisper as my fingers roll her nipple. “Don’t like it when you’re so hard on yourself.”

She raises her ass up.

“You want it?” I ask.

She tries to shake her head, but I’ve still got a tight hold on her hair.

“I’m going to give it to you.” Freeing myself with one hand takes an extra second, but as I push inside, all her warmth wraps around me. I want to rip off her clothes, so there’s nothing between us. “Admit you’re a little turned on, Hope.”

She shakes her head as I keep thrusting gently. “Don’t lie, Baby Doll. You’re fucking soaked. Your pussy’s gripping me so tight when I pull out. Like it doesn’t want to let go.”

Moans fall from her lips and she pushes back against me. “Admit how much you love when I fuck you. Anywhere. Any time. Any place. Any way I want.”

Even in the shadowy room, the pink spreading across her face and chest stands out. “Love the way you blush when I whisper filthy things to you.”

Her mouth twitches as she fights the urge to smile. Still teasing me. Fuck, if I don’t love that the most. In the short time she’s been mine, I’ve mastered how her body responds to all the ways I enjoy pleasuring her.

Each thrust knocks her forward. I’m dying to see her lips part in pleasure, but my girl’s stubborn this morning.

One of her hands reaches back, wrapping around my neck, fingers brushing through my hair. My lips kiss her exposed skin. Now, each time I jam myself inside her, a soft
ah
sound falls from her lips. 

“Fuck, please don’t stop, Rochlan.”

There it is. “That’s my girl. Say it again.”

“Please don’t stop fucking me.”

Jesus, as much as her shyness turns me on, it fires me up even more when I get her to talk dirty. My hips snap into her so hard, she can’t hold herself up and we end up with her cheek pressed up against the wall. My hand
untangles from her hair, so I can hold her, while the force of my thrusts lifts her up.

“You’ll let me do what I want, won’t you, Baby Doll?” I tease her in a harsh whisper.

“Oh, God, yes,” she whimpers.

My hand slides down, rubbing her clit. Her lips part and at the last second, I remind her not to scream.

“Rock,” she whispers like a plea.

Her fear of getting caught must be messing with her. Her muscles tense, but she’s not quite where she needs to be to go off. And I need her to go off. Need to see her face and what I do to her. Need to
feel
it. “Don’t fight it, baby. Come for me.” She’s almost there. A little more pressure on her clit and she jerks against me. I cover her mouth with mine to muffle her moans. Her pussy pulses against me setting me off. A few more frantic thrusts and I push as far as I can, groaning through my release.

My forehead rests against her shoulder for a few seconds until the sex fog clears my brain. I brush a few stray pieces of hair off her face. “You good, Baby Doll?”

She mumbles and laughter bubbles out of her at the same time I slide out of her. When I release her, she slumps against the wall, giggling again.

I pop her on the ass once. “You okay?”

“I can’t stand up. My legs are like jelly.”

I let out my own breathless laughter. “Same here.”

“Pull my pants up,” she demands, sounding very indignant for someone with underwear around her knees.

I chuckle as I hook my fingers in the material, dragging it into place. “Better?”

“No,” she mumbles, looking down her T-shirt and adjusting her bra. She glances up, laughter on her lips. “You and your magic dick always get your way, don’t you?”

“Magic dick. I like that, sass-mouth.”

“You would.” She throws her arms around my neck and I lift her up for a kiss.

“Mad at me?”

She grins and scrunches up her nose. “Furious.”

“Liar.”

She opens her mouth, but someone clearing their throat outside the gym stops her.

As I slowly turn us, Hope slides down my body ‘til her feet touch the floor, then she buries her face against me. “I’m so mad at you,” she whispers against my shirt.

We find Wrath and Trin standing across the hallway. Trin’s expression lies somewhere between shocked and amused, while Wrath has a predictably devious smile on his face. He nudges Trinity. “Hey, can you grab some Clorox from the laundry room? I need to bleach my eyes.”

Hope glares at me.

Trin chuckles and shakes her head as I usher Hope out of the gym.

Wrath’s not done being a jackass. “Next time can you at least face the other way, so I don’t have to stare at your ass, brother?”

Trin reaches up and clamps her hand over his big mouth. “Ignore him, Hope. He’s just jealous, he’s not spontaneous any more.”

Hope giggles, but Wrath’s eyes widen and he turns his head. “What did you say? Game fucking on, angel.”