He pushed up and pulled her toward him. "I want you to sit on my face. I want to eat your sweet pussy."
He lay back and she crawled up to him. Then he positioned her over his face and, with his fingers digging into her soft flesh, he guided her hips down until she was a couple inches away, her sweet sex right over his mouth. "That's it." He massaged her wet mound. "This is all for me."
"Always and forever," she breathed as she threw her head back.
He swept his tongue over her wet folds and she gasped, igniting his fire even more. As he licked her, he squeezed her ass with one hand and tweaked and pinched her nipple with another. He couldn't get enough of her taste, her touch-just her. Never had he experienced such a longing for a woman. She reached back and clasped her hand around his hard-as-fuck dick. Bolts of pleasure zinged through him. "I love the way you touch my cock, babe."
"I want to take it in my mouth. All of it," she panted as she continued to move her hand up and down.
"I can fix that." He gently pushed her away. "Bend over me so your mouth has my cock, and I can finish licking your tasty pussy." And it was tasty, like almonds and honey, and it was fast becoming his favorite flavor. He craved her-she lived in his dreams and thoughts. He went to bed thinking of her and woke up wanting her. Even when they were together, eating, watching TV, or talking, he craved her. All of her, all the time. She was the only woman who ever commanded such attention. And he was fucking hooked. All the way.
As she sucked his cock and played with his balls, he lapped her juicy sweetness in long strokes while two fingers sank into her, moving in and out. Her moans vibrated against his dick and he wanted to stay like that forever, licking her pussy while finger-fucking her as she sucked his cock. Her nub was swollen and peeking from its hood, and he flicked the tip of his tongue over it, loving the way it hardened under his touch. Savoring her scent and taste, he slid his tongue over her again and again as he tugged and played with her tits. She moaned loudly, her breathing growing shallow.
Then she took his hardness all the way back in her mouth as far as it would go and began swallowing, taking his head even further into her throat. A feral grunt broke through his lips, and every nerve in his body was fired up. Each swallow took his dick further, and the muscles of her throat felt like she was milking his cock.
"Fuck, Kimber. You're killing me. Fuckin' love it." His voice was so hoarse, he didn't even recognize it.
Her juicy walls clamped around his fingers, and her low guttural groan pulsed in his ears. She went over the edge just as the tension surged through his dick, releasing ribbons of hotness into her tight mouth. Her thighs seemed to have given out and she collapsed on him, his softened dick still inside her mouth. "Babe," he croaked. "Get the fuck up here." She turned around and scooted up to him and he held her close, kissing her forehead as she held his spent dick in her warm hand. A cozy feeling surrounded him, and he knew what he had with her was special and something he wanted for a very long time. "You're incredible." He raked his fingers through her hair.
"No one has ever made me come like you have." She snuggled closer to him.
Was that all he was to her, someone to make her come good and hard? He wanted her to feel more for him than that. When he came back, they'd have to talk. He didn't want her to walk away from him after the desire waned. For him, he knew he'd always desire her-she was the perfect complement to him.
His phone vibrated and he glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was almost two o'clock. He picked up his phone.
"On my way," he said.
"We're leaving in twenty minutes. Make sure your ass is here." Hawk's gruff voice told Throttle he was irritated, but he didn't care; he'd had a burn only Kimber could've put out. She fucking rocked his world.
He grunted and then hung up the phone, sitting up. "Gotta go, babe." He put on his clothes and watched as she went over to the dresser, loving the way she jiggled in all the right places. She slipped a long T-shirt over her head before they padded out of the bedroom and went to the front door. He drew her to him and kissed her deeply, the taste of both of them in their mouths. "You take care of yourself. Tell the prospect if something spooks you. Got it?"
She nodded, her blue orbs shining. Fuck. I can't see her cry. If I do, it'll kill me. He turned around quickly. "Be back in a few days. I'll text or call if I can."
Panic shone in her gaze. "You have to at least text me once so I know you're safe. I don't want to sit here and worry."
He jutted out his jaw. "I'll try, babe. I can't promise it. I'll be fine. Be back soon." He hurried over to his Harley and jumped on. He looked at her, his heart cracking. "Put the goddamned alarm on. The prospect's coming now."
He jerked his head to the street where a black and chrome motorcycle pulled into the driveway beside him. "You watch my woman," he said to Puck. The big man nodded.
Then he sped away.
Chapter Twenty-Six
After five and a half hours, the bikers finally pulled into Alina, a small southwestern town near the Four Corners area at the foot of the San Juan Mountains. A dry desert wind blew over them as they steered their Harleys into the secluded Night Rebels clubhouse. Steel rushed out to meet them. Several other members walked out and held up their fists in the air, then pounded them against their chests in greeting.
"How was the ride?" Steel asked the men as they walked into the clubhouse.
"Good," Hawk replied.
Throttle stayed back and walked around the corner of the building, taking out his phone. He plugged in Kimber's number.
"Hey, babe. I'm here."
"Hi." Her voice pulled his heart. "Where are you?"
"I can't say. Club business, remember? Whatcha doin'?"
"Just finished some Chinese food and watching a show. What about you?"
"Just talking to you."
"I know you can't tell me anything, but if you're at a club I'm sure there'll be a lot of women. Bikers and women seem to go hand in hand."
He chuckled. "You telling me not to fuck around?"
"Yes. Am I stepping over a line with us?"
Was she? He would kill any guy who even tried to touch her, let alone fuck her, but he'd realized he was crazy about her. Maybe she was about him too. Why would she care if he fucked someone else unless she had feelings for him? "No."
"No, I'm not overstepping? I mean, I don't want you to think I'm a possessive witch, you know?" She laughed. "But it'd kill me if you fucked another woman." Her voice was low.
"I don't wanna fuck anyone but you."
"Really?" Joy replaced the insecurity he'd heard in her voice.
"Yeah. Puck been doing his job?"
"Keeping watch since you left this afternoon."
"Good."
"I miss you already," she whispered.
"Me too. Gotta go. We got shit to discuss."
"Okay. Take care of yourself."
He slid his phone into his pocket and walked into the clubhouse. Was it possible that Kimber felt the same way about him as he did about her? When he returned, they were going to talk no matter what the hell was going on around them.
He spotted some of his brothers by the bar, a few of them cozying up to the club girls. Throttle slipped onto a barstool and ordered a beer, gulping it in one long drink. "Damn, that was good," he said aloud. The ride had been hot and dusty, and a frothy beer made all the difference.
"How've you been, Steel?" Throttle asked.
"Okay. Yourself?"
"Busy as hell." Throttle liked Steel a lot. Part Navajo, part Irish, he was a fierce leader who also ruled by reason. He'd been to Pinewood Springs many times, and they'd come to Alina to hang out on various occasions. The president was a typical biker in that he fucked hard and left the satisfied women easily. The Night Rebels kept the southern part of the state in order, and they were an asset to the Insurgents.
"Let's all go make plans to teach these assholes a lesson. Grab a few beers." Steel motioned to one of the prospects to get the bottles.
Inside the meeting room, Steel laid out the problems they'd been having with the Skull Crushers ever since the day they'd just sprung up in the Night Rebels' backyard. "The fuckers think they can just set up shop, elect officers, and ride around wearing a ‘Colorado' bottom rocker. They also think they can deal meth and weed in your territory." He picked up his beer and took a drink.