But Chaser was wide awake, thank god. And he recognized the Brothers of Goliath colors she wore splashed across her back, which made the whole thing that much hotter, because she knew the life. She knew better than to mouth off to a brother, and the fact that she'd done it anyway? He had to think she also knew exactly how he was likely to respond to it. Chaser was happy to oblige her. There was no name woven into that cute little tramp stamp. No property mark. He figured she was either a groupie or a wannabe, and he didn't care which.
Not when fucking her was this damned good.
He felt it start to build in him and pulled out, not wanting to end before he got a little more in her face. Literally. She didn't like bikers these days, or maybe she just didn't like him all that much, but she sure liked fucking him, if her sweet, juicy cunt and those helpless, breathy little noises she kept making were anything to go by. Chaser could work with that.
Hell, it fucking delighted him.
He pulled her up from the desk and spun her around to face him, taking a little too much pleasure in how disheveled she looked. Disheveled and blissed out and so entirely his at that moment that when he inched back a step, just to see what she'd do, she followed him. He doubted she even knew what she was doing.
But he did.
"Looking good, baby," he told her, low and satisfied. He made no attempt to hide it. "Hair all over the place. Mascara all over your face from coming that hard. Twice. Skirt around your waist and your pussy so wet it's dripping down your thighs. Look at what a mess you've made of yourself."
There was something dark in her blue gaze then, a complicated emotion he couldn't quite read. She must have realized that she was leaning into him, following him with her tight little body whether she wanted to or not, because she stopped doing it. Abruptly. Her lush little mouth flattened out, which didn't make it any less bitable.
She lifted her hand and very slowly, very deliberately, raised up her middle finger. About an inch away from his face.
Chaser laughed.
Then he leaned forward and sucked her finger into his mouth.
Lara made a soft little noise that made his cock ache, and he stopped fucking around. He hooked his hands around her hips, getting a decent grip on her and feeling the way she shuddered at his touch. Then, still sucking on her finger like it was a lollipop or maybe her juicy little clit, he hauled her up high against him. Her legs went around his waist as if she'd climbed him like a tree, and he slid his hands down to grip that fine little ass of hers, then worked her back down on his cock.
Her legs tightened around him, hard enough that the heels she wore dug into his back. She pulled her finger from his mouth, then used both her hands to grab at his shoulders.
"I need to hold on," she muttered, her eyes gone heavy-lidded and almost as hot as her pussy, now a slick fist around him.
"No," he promised her. "You don't."
She was a little thing but not, it turned out, even remotely as breakable as she looked. He could fuck her standing up. He could throw her around like a sex toy and come all over her. And by the looks of her, she'd love every second of it. That knowledge was like gas on the fire. It pulsed in him, urging him on, making him feel a little crazy with this. With her.
Chaser didn't let her move. He moved her. He lifted her up and then dragged her back down to impale her on his cock. He worked her good and right and deep, raising her and then hauling her back down, widening his stance so he could stand there and fuck her silly without her having to do anything at all.
For a little while, she tried to fight him for some kind of dominance. It was cute. She tried to dig her hands into his shoulders and slow his hard, insistent pace. She tried to wiggle her hips to control the depth of his thrusts.
"Give it up, baby," he muttered, watching that flushed, pretty face of hers as she tried to claw her way back toward some kind of power position. "You're mine. Your hot little cunt already knows it. Why don't you?"
Lara shuddered, hard and long. And then she surrendered. He watched her do it even as he felt it all around him. She let her arms go loose. She sank into that tight hold he had on her ass. She tipped her head back, let her eyes close and her hair flow around her, and let him use her body to get them both off.
And it felt like magic. Liquid, molten gold, pouring through her sleek form into his, making it like some kind of carnal dance. Chaser didn't want it to end. Ever. He wanted to come harder than he ever had before, but he didn't want to stop this spectacular madness.