Outlaw's Vow: Grizzlies MC Romance(30)

My fingers ran down his rock hard abs, just as my resistance completely ran out.

“Fuck!”

My whole body tensed. His hips slammed into mine, pushing me into the dirty, wet soil, fucking me through my clothes so bad I wanted him in me like nothing else.

No joke. No lie.

I wanted the bastard. I wanted the brute. I wanted Asphalt, Austin, the biker badass and the tender next door neighbor all in one. I wanted everything we'd given up for years, wanted him just as much as I wanted to make up for lost time with flesh, sweat, screams.

Just before I came, he twisted me around, hoisting me up on his lap. He grabbed my ass and crushed my mouth against his, stifling the shrill pleasure that came pouring out of me a second later when my pussy overheated and exploded.

I came so hard through my panties and my jeans that the toy he'd teased me about was nothing but a distant memory. Everything below the waist became as soaked as the rest of me, a throbbing, clutching mess.

Lightning zipped through my legs. I could feel the bolts on my shoulder tingling, the fresh tattoo reminding me I belonged to him.

And this was why.

His raw, masculine power couldn't be denied. It claimed me like magic, took me over, set off the time bomb I'd had building up inside me for four long years.

His fingers tore at my belt, slipped down to my bare pussy, and he stroked my clit while I slowly came down from the peak.

Virgin fire raged hotter, higher, longer. I tried to scream out into the night, if only to remind myself I was still alive, but his relentless kisses stopped me every time.

I came until I couldn't anymore. My legs shaking up to my hips, my ass, now digging into his fingers.

He slowly peeled me off. For a second, I thought he'd take down his belt and undress me. Instead, he got up and walked back toward the swing, leaving me all alone.

What the hell? I got up, shaking off the last few shocks in my legs, and ran after him.

He couldn't be that much of a pig – right? Surely, he wouldn't just leave me all alone after he'd taken me further than any man before.

I couldn't possibly be that wrong about him...I hoped.

“Asphalt, what're you –“

He turned around holding a towel before I could finish the question. My suitcase was at his feet. He'd found it outside the house and brought it with him. He walked toward me, spreading the smooth white cloth, and wrapped it around me like a protective shroud.

“I know I fucked up back at your place. Here's my way of saying sorry, babe. I'm keeping you healthy and beautiful. It's fucking cold out here. Hold still.”

He dried me from head to toe. I held my face up, cooling my hot little mouth in the rainy night, amazed that those rough hands running the towel over me could be so gentle and so absolutely brutal.

The walking paradox in front of me finally stopped when my hair wasn't dripping. He let the towel drop, smoothed my hair with his hands, and pulled me into his embrace.

“Asphalt...you're a real dick sometimes. But I guess I can forgive you this once.”

“That's what I wanna hear. I take care of what's mine – damned good care. Whether you've figured that out yet or not, I don't give a shit. You will.”

“Was what just happened taking care of me too?” I pulled away and met his eyes, studying the untamed fires he hadn't satisfied with me on the ground.

“We're just getting started. Fuck if I'm gonna take you on the dirty goddamned ground your very first time. Can't believe you're a virgin, babe. Shit, Ell-Bell, all those years and you've never...”

He closed his eyes, unable to finish. He leaned into me, and the raging hard-on he hadn't lost dug into my thigh, so hard and promising.

I trembled. “There were a few guys I dated at college, yeah. We kissed, we messed around, but I never gave it up to them. I couldn't. They were like that stupid little boy I went to prom with – not worth my time. They just couldn't measure up to what I really wanted.”

You. I wouldn't say it, but he heard me loud and clear.

Asphalt looked at me for a long second before he leaned in for another kiss. We let our lips, tongues, and teeth wander for the next few minutes.

His taste, his scent...God, it was just like a drug. Just as addictive too. I knew I'd never be able to get enough.

This utter bastard did something to me I couldn't understand. He'd always had a magic spark no other man in the world could match.

Tonight, when he'd been a total dick, I'd thought that might be change for the worse, just like I had hundreds of times over the years. But he always pulled me back, always proved me wrong.

He always reminded me there was a man with a heart and a brain behind the ruthless muscle.

“Fuck, baby, I gotta have you,” he growled, pulling me deeper into his arms. “Tonight. Let's get on the damned bike and go.”