“None taken, she’s got skills, more than those other girls for damn sure.” MJ chuckled. “And me, no doubt.”
Dare beamed with pride and my heart did a happy dance.
“You already hired me for a job I like.” My eyes met Dare’s, and now they smoldered with another kind of heat.
“I hadn’t tasted your cooking,” Jericho complained as they headed out the door. “Make yourself at home,” he called over his shoulder. “Bake a little.”
“My boy, he’s always thinking.”
I laughed and headed out to clear the other stuff from the tables. Dare sat talking to Jericho when I walked up, kissed his cheek and asked if he needed to get back to town.
“Don’t hurry on my account.” He kissed me, but it wasn’t quick. My womb tightened and I wanted to fuck him. Those bedrooms were close by, but paper walls were not my friend. I broke the kiss and walked away, feeling his gaze on my ass.
MJ had left when I returned to the kitchen. I checked out the fridge and pantry, deciding on pie. Cans of apple, cherry and pumpkin lined one shelf. Pudding lined another and bruised bananas were left over from breakfast. I decided on two apple and one banana cream.
By two I finished baking and went to find my man. They had disappeared from the clubhouse, but I didn’t know where to look. I thought about the long hall of rooms but wasn’t brave enough to go there. What if they held bikers? Naked bikers?
I headed out the front door of the club and spotted the two lying on the ground working on Jericho’s bike. “Be ready in a few,” Dare mumbled, and then cursed as some kind of fluid shot out all over his front.
I dragged one of the lawn chairs over and lay back to let the sun soak into my skin. I relaxed in the warmth half asleep when a shadow blocked out my rays.
Chapter Seventeen: Lila
“Red.” His voice was husky.
I glanced up with one eye still closed. “I think the bike won.”
He had grease on his hands, and some kind of greenish liquid on his white T-shirt and across his arms.
“Yeah.” He frowned at his shirt. “Come help me wash it off.” It wasn’t a request.
Jericho still lay under his bike grumbling as he reconnected some hose. I grinned and followed Dare inside.
He turned in to the same room we’d used at the party. His grease-smudged fingertip brushed my chin. “When I get all this off me, I’m gonna fuck you until you scream my name. You were so damn beautiful out there in the sun.” He stripped off his shirt and dropped it on the floor before heading into the bathroom.
While he showered, I thought about him, all the ways I wanted to please him. Today, if I was brave enough, maybe I could turn his world on the side, the way he always did for me.
In mere minutes he opened the door from the bathroom and walked straight toward me, hair wet, chest damp, and all man; not even a towel hid the best bits.
Power flared inside me. I grasped his biceps to turn him before I pushed him down across the bed. I slipped off my clothes and stood between his legs, massaging his balls with one hand and his cock with the other.
His hips arched off the bed and I traced the liquid beading on his tip. My index finger flicked his piercing.
“Harder.”
I twisted my hand and dragged a nail up him, scraping gently. Pleasure played across his face in small sighs and a tightening of lips. I studied his expressions, learning his body.
My rough strokes drove him faster until his hips bounced, but he deserved a wild ride, not a quick one. My hands left his cock when I bent to suck his sac, reveling in his sounds of pleasure.
Today I’d show him another way we could make love. Brutal, long and satisfying. I slid my hands under his ass, squeezing with the rhythm of his thrusts. My mouth traveled to his groin and legs, licking and biting. I cupped him, but his strokes turned to rocking motions. I moved up him. One long lick from balls to tip, before I slithered up higher. My tongue teased the rough terrain of his chest while he pushed against my mound. The friction drove me wild, but I suppressed my needs because it was his playtime.
When I bit hard into the corded muscle of his neck, he bucked under me. I sucked on the tip of his chin before moving up to his lips, and higher still until he could feast on my breasts. He hungrily lapped at my nipples, using his hands to move my breasts close together. His cock plunged between my slick folds with his tip pushed against my clit in perfect rhythm. My body burst in a fast, intense orgasm. My hands stroked him with light, slow movements.
“Now, inside you.” He panted the words and arched up into my touch.
“Yeah?” I crooned. “Need to be massaged by my hot, tight pussy?”
“Yeah. So tight and hot. Always wet for me.” Hunger burned on his face.