Outlaw's Vow: Grizzlies MC Romance(24)

We'd wanted passion then. If my father hadn't nearly killed him that night, I probably would've led him into our house, up to my room, and straight between my legs.

Gnawing my bottom lip, I reached out, gingerly running my fingers across the lightning bolt on his temple. I shared the same dark ink on my shoulders, symbols that were quintessentially Asphalt.

Jesus. Why the hell did I feel so connected to a man I was supposed to hate?

All this outlaw crap had gone to my head, obviously. That didn't stop my hands from brushing up above the lightning as he slept, across a small knife scar just above his temple, and then circling his smooth scalp.

He'd kept his head shaved all these years. I vaguely remembered the thick, sandy hair of the boy I'd grown up with down the street, back when both his parents still lived there, and he hadn't so much as wrapped his hands around a motorcycle's bars.

The hair went when he joined the MC as a prospect. All the older girls at school told stories about how incredibly smooth his face felt between their thighs, all the wicked, marvelous things he could do with his tongue...

I chewed my lip harder. My other hand slipped down between the soft sheets, down below my belly, tentatively dipping into my panties to check for what I feared most.

Yep. It was there, a molten wetness gliding across my fingertips like somebody had cast a spell and given form to desire.

I shuddered, resisting the urge to play with my clit. I wanted to believe the urge to fuck him was as dead as the sheltered, naïve girl who'd left Tacoma years ago.

I'd tried to leave her behind with the town. But I was going back for the third time, wasn't I? Back to the life I'd tried to ditch, chained to a man I'd told myself would never fit into the stable fabric of my life I'd tried too damned hard to hold together, before the club's stupid politics ripped it to tatters.

Everything came apart.

Elle Jo the budding businesswoman.

Elle the independent woman, who told herself she'd never be up close and personal with a man wearing the bear patch ever again.

Elle, the idiot, who thought she could walk away from this life, when I'd seen what it did to my parents and every brother who was ever a guest in our home.

My world cracked apart a little more with every second ticking by. And for some ludicrous reason, it didn't kill me.

I closed my eyes and pressed my face into the pillow, enjoying his heat, his rock hard body so close to mine.

If he wanted to play pretend, fine. We could do it here in this bed just the same.

I could pretend to be his, if only in my own mind, so I didn't actually show him and die from the embarrassment. I let my fingers wander, closer to my aching pussy, the pussy I'd once quietly promised him in a kiss on prom night.

My lips parted in a soft, instinctive moan I couldn't control when my thumb grazed my clit. Eyes shuddering, I let myself rub deeper, drawing little circles that were nothing against what his big, strong hands could do.

I opened my eyes to look on his masculine glory while I touched myself.

My heart stopped. His eyes were open. Bright, green, and predatory, watching me so close to fucking myself.

“Oh!” I made a little sound and ripped my hand away.

“What the fuck, babe?” He grinned, his handsome lips curling up in a smile that ended my world. “Are you seriously jilling off after giving me all that shit about how you'd never want this?”

His hips moved. I tensed when I felt his hard cock roll against my thigh.

Raging, pulsing, ready to fuck me in two, promising an explosive release from this suffocating tension...

“Ew, no!” I jumped out of bed, splaying my hands over my lap.

I ran to the bathroom as he laughed, hoping he wouldn't notice the burning suns my cheeks had become. I'd never been so red in my life.

So much for playing pretend.



It took forever to come out and face him again. I had the longest shower of my life. Cold because I needed so badly to ice down the lava in my veins left by shame and lust.

“Let's get some breakfast before we check out and hit the road. Fuck, black coffee and bagels never sounded so good.” He was standing by the door when I walked out, a fresh change of clothes on, the same powerful arms that held me the night before now folded across his barrel chest.

“Asphalt, I don't know what you thought you saw this morning, but...”

“Already forgotten, babe.” The bastard silenced me with a swift hand through the air. “I told you, everything we've got going on between us is a fucking illusion. You go ahead and act like you weren't strumming your sweet pussy because I turned you on so bad. I'll pretend I never saw it. Mostly, I'm just really fucking hungry right now, and if you don't wanna move, then I'm heading down for breakfast without you.”

He grabbed the door.

“Okay, okay!” I chirped, throwing back my half-dried hair and following him.