This Ain't Love: MC Romance (BDMC: Second Generation Book 1)

by A. M. Myers

  “What are you…” I whisper but the words fall from my lips and get swept up in the breeze, winding through the trees around us when he reaches up, cups my cheek, and meets my gaze dead-on, determination lighting up his eyes again.

  Oh, I’m so fucked.

  He takes my other hand and pulls it toward his body. I would ask him what the hell he’s doing except that my mouth has gone dry and I’m mesmerized, unable to move or speak as he presses my hand against the front of his jeans. His rigid cock jerks against my hand and a low groan slips past his full lips.

  “You see what you do to me?” he asks and I nod. “It was the same way six months ago and it hasn’t changed.”

  “I…”

  He shakes his head and leans in, cutting me off. “Every night when I’m trying to sleep, I close my eyes and picture the way you rode me in your bedroom that first night, the way your perfect little tits bounced as you used me like your own personal sex toy. You remember?”

  “Yes.”

  “What about the two of us on your deck, fucking like animals underneath the stars? You remember that, too, Izzy?” he asks, leaning in farther until his lips brush against mine and I can’t fight it anymore. My head dips back and I kiss him, a needy moan spilling into our connection as he grabs the back of my neck and pulls my entire body against his. The relief is so potent that I cry against his lips and he growls, using the opportunity to sweep his tongue into my mouth and giving me a tease of what’s to come. I grip his cut, pulling him closer as I wrap my legs around his waist, rocking my hips against his broad body in search of the blessed release.

  “Isabelle,” he groans, dragging his lips down my cheek to my neck and my heart hammers out of control in my chest. I close my eyes, savoring his touch. “Let’s take this inside, Mama.”

  His words hit me out of nowhere, reminding me exactly where I am and why this is such a bad idea and I jerk back, blinking up at him as I try to clear the fog from my mind. His brows furrow as he searches my face, his hand coming up to cradle my cheek again and I shake my head, placing my hands on his chest and pushing him away.

  “We can’t do this,” I choke out as my body wails in protest. He stumbles back in his shock and it gives me the opening I need to jump out of the truck and weave my way past his body, bolting up the stairs of the deck before he even turns around.

  “Izzy,” he calls as the truck door slams shut but I don’t stop, shoving the front door open and instead of wasting time to close it, I leave it open. I rush through the house, praying I can make it to Diego’s bedroom and lock myself inside before he reaches me. I don’t trust myself to withstand the temptation if he lays his hands on me again so I need to put as much distance between us as possible. And with how protective Diego is over me and our child, a door is the best I can do. Anything else and he might just bulldoze through it in his effort to get to me.

  I make it to the safety of the bedroom and close the door behind me, locking it before I turn and lean back against the wood, releasing a breath. My mind races through the past twenty minutes since he walked me out to the truck and my pussy throbs, begging for relief. With something between a moan and a cry of frustration, I shove my hand down the front of my shorts and drag the tips of my fingers over my sensitive clit. My body jolts at the dagger of need that plunges through me and I throw my free hand over my mouth as I moan.

  “Izzy!” Diego yells, pounding his fist against the door and I yelp in surprise as I spin around. Time seems to stand still for a moment as I wait to see if he’ll respect the boundary I put between us or if he’ll smash it down. Honestly, I’m not sure which I want more. “Open the door.”

  “Just go away, Diego.”

  His fist hits the door again and he groans, annoyance lacing his voice this time, but in my head, I remember the way he reacted to me in the truck. Air punches out of my lungs as I unbutton my shorts and shove them down my legs along with my soaked panties before ripping my shirt over my head. The feeling of his hands on me rushes back to the forefront of my mind and I desperately scramble to get my bra off as I stumble toward the bed. Once I’m naked and sure he’s not going to barge in on me, I lie back in his bed, turning my head to the side so I can smell his earthy, woodsy scent on the sheets as I slip my hand between my legs.

  My body bows off the bed and I gasp when my fingers make contact with my clit, sending currents of electricity racing along my skin. Diego’s words about laying here every night and imagining the two of us together as he jerked off barge into my mind and I grab my aching breast as I strum on the little bundle of nerves between my legs. I picture him wrapping his hand around his impressive length and closing his eyes, imagining me as he started stroking himself. A groan would slip past his lips and he might even say my name as pre-cum dripped from the tip of his cock. The image is so goddamn hot and I’m teetering on the edge of my first orgasm, ready to explode when the door to the bedroom slams open.

  A gasp fills the room as I meet his heated eyes and I know I should stop. I know I shouldn’t be laid out on his bed in front of him, naked as the day I was born with my hand between my legs but I can’t. I can’t pull my hand from between my legs and I can’t look away from him as I circle my clit and pinch my nipple, so close to a release that I need more than my next breath. Each breath he takes is ragged and the longer he stares down at me, the more unhinged he looks. Maybe it should worry me or send me running but it seems everything this man does turns me on so this is no different. It’s as though we’re the only two people left in the world and nothing or no one can touch us in this perfect moment.

  “Diego,” I whisper, closing my eyes as my body fights against the orgasm I’m flirting with and I grit my teeth, desperate for whatever it will take to send me over the edge. The bed dips and I open my eyes, finding Diego’s molten eyes as he leans over me and licks his lips, his gaze dropping down my body.

  “I want you to come for me, Isabelle. Right now,” he commands and I release my breast to grip his forearm tightly as lights explode in my vision and my back bows off the bed. I scream, squeezing my eyes shut as I try to ride out the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt. My pussy pulses endlessly with my release as pleasure swarms through my body and I’m sobbing with relief as the air saws out of my lungs. The stubble on Diego’s jaw brushes against my cheek and I shiver as he presses a kiss below my ear.

  “Good girl.”

  His whispered words drag my eyes open as I start to come down from my release and I meet his gaze, full of filthy promises and danger. If any other man on earth told me what to do in bed and then called me a good girl when I obeyed, I might flay him alive but something about Diego breaks down my walls, whether I want him to or not. With him, letting him have some control over me doesn’t feel like I’m losing and I know it’s something I should run from but I think we might be past that point.

  “Satisfied?” he asks, a hint of a smile teasing his lips as he brushes his thumb over my cheek so tenderly that my eyes burn with unshed tears but I push them back down where they belong, hidden from the world. The expectant expression on his face pulls me back into the moment and I remember the last time he was inside me, how good he felt, and my walls clench again. My gaze trails down his body and the erection trying to burst through his jeans as I shake my head.

  “No.”

  He grins. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Diego

  She’s a goddess.

  The wild, untamed Artemis lying in my bed with her gorgeous olive skin and dangerous curves on display for me and me alone. Her curls fan out on the pillow, framing her face as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and looks up at me with a desperate plea in her eyes. Goddamn. She’s perfect, a fucking masterpiece, and I could stand here and feast on the sight of her for hours before I ever even touched her. Although, after how worked up she got in the parking lot and on the drive back to the house, there is no way in hell she would let me get away with that. Besides,
I wouldn’t last that long anyway. After the past twenty minutes, my body is strung tight and I know she and I could go all night. Hell, we just might. Once was never enough for us six months ago and I need her more now than I did before.

  “Diego, please,” she whines, needy as hell. It’s such a perfect contradiction from the way she is in her everyday life but I know it’s just under the surface and if I make her wait too long, her fire will return with a vengeance. I bite back a groan as my cock strains against my zipper, begging for a taste of her.

  “Keep touching yourself,” I instruct, my voice deeper than usual, as I stand and slip my cut off my shoulders, tossing it to the end of the bed. It’s amazing that she follows my commands easily, without a snappy comeback or a fight, but it’s always been that way between us. The first time I ordered her around in bed, during our weekend, I thought for sure she was going to slap me across the face. Imagine my surprise when she let out a moan instead. Izzy is not the submissive type and I’m not usually as controlling as I am with her but for some reason, when we come together, this is the end result. It works for us and I can’t question anything that feels this good, this natural. This thing between us just is and it’s why one night turned into three the first time we came together and why I haven’t been able to get her out of my head during the past six months.

  Izzy’s fingers circle her clit and she stares at me with blatant lust lighting up her honey-colored eyes as I yank my t-shirt over my head. Her body bucks and a soft moan fills the room. She’s getting close again and with the memory of her last orgasm rushing through my mind, taunting me, I bite back a groan and unbutton my jeans. Her gaze drops to my waistline and as I lower the denim down my legs, she follows its path and when my cock springs free, she licks her lips.

  Oh, fuck yes.

  “Whatever you do, Iz, don’t stop touching your needy little clit. You hear me?” I ask and when she nods, a thrill runs through me. Fuck, this woman is perfect. I kick my boots and jeans off before wrapping a hand around the base of my cock and slowly stroking it in front of her, letting her watch me this time. Her fingers move faster and a needy whimper spills out of her. She drops her gaze to my dick again and her tongue darts out, dragging it along her bottom lip. I can practically see what she wants to do to me shining in her eyes but I want to hear her say it first so I walk closer to the edge of the bed and use my free hand to drag my thumb across her bottom lip as I repeat my words from the parking lot. “Tell me what you want, Izzy, and I’ll give it to you.”

  The air rushes out of her as she meets my eyes. “I want to suck your cock.”

  “Fuuuck,” I groan, gripping my length tighter as I palm her breast and give it a squeeze before slapping her skin. “Spin and lie on your back so your head is hanging off the bed.”

  She moans and quickly moves into the position I want her in, her head hanging off the side of the bed as she looks up at me like she’d do anything I asked her to and my cock jumps.

  “Open that pretty mouth, baby.” I rub the head of my erection across her lips, demanding entrance and she drops her jaw, giving me exactly what I need. She closes her lips around my length and hums, gripping the base as I slowly sink into her mouth. Her tongue teases me with quick little licks before she hollows her cheeks and sucks hard enough that my knees buckle and I surge forward, hitting the back of her throat. She gags, quickly followed by a moan that sends a vibration all the way down the shaft and I swear I see fucking stars.

  “Jesus,” I grit out, grabbing her tit and massaging it as I watch her fingers work between her legs, toying with her clit as her hips lift off the bed, seeking more. Reaching down, I knock her hand out of the way and take over, strumming the little bundle of nerves as I pull my hips back before pushing forward again. She whimpers and reaches up to grab my thighs. Her hips buck against my hand as she pulls my legs forward, taking me all of the way to the back of her throat again and it drives me out of my fucking mind.

  Fuck.

  She’s going to kill me.

  Glancing down, I watch my cock disappear into her eager mouth as I strum my fingers over her clit and her body starts to tremble, on the verge of another orgasm but I’m not ready to give her that just yet. She cries out in protest when I pull my hand away from her pussy and I can’t help but grin. Softly trailing my thumb over her cheek, I pull back and as my cock slips out of her mouth, she gasps for air, looking up at me with an indignant look in her eyes.

  “Spin around.” My tone leaves no room for debate and she flips around so her legs are facing me now but instead of lying back, she sits on the edge of the bed and meets my eyes with an arched brow and that fire I love so much.

  “You’re getting awfully fucking bossy.”

  I close the distance between us and wrap my hand around her throat because I know she fucking loves it and her eyes widen as her body loses some of its fight. “That’s because it makes you so wet.”

  “No, it doesn’t,” she scoffs and I tighten my hold on her throat for just a second but it’s enough to drag a moan out of her and I laugh, releasing her.

  “Right. Are we going to pretend like I didn’t just have my hand between your legs?”

  She huffs, her annoyance clear. “I did all the work before you even started.”

  “Are you saying I don’t turn you on, Mama?” I ask, slipping my hand into her hair and pulling her to her feet before yanking her into my body. Her breath catches in her throat and she grips my waist, her body melting into mine. Victory. She can talk all the shit she wants but when it comes down to it, her body betrays her every time. I slam my lips onto hers and she gasps, giving me the opening I need to slip my tongue past her lips and tease her with the promise of what’s to come. She moans into our connection as she wraps her hand around my cock.

  “Please, Diego. I need…”

  I know what she needs but I want to hear her fucking say it and she’s not desperate enough to force the words out of her mouth yet. She almost sobs with relief when I guide her back down to the bed and push her onto her back, lifting her legs and hooking them over my shoulders. I grin. Not because I’m about to sink into her tight little pussy but because she is so certain that she’s about to get what she wants but she should know better by now. I want her to give herself to me completely. I want to hear her beg for my cock because she knows I’m the only one who can make her feel this good. I sink to my knees in front of her and spread her legs wider before looking up her body and meeting her gaze.

  “Is this what you want?”

  Her mouth opens but she doesn’t say anything and I can see the indecision wearing on her. She wants my cock inside her but she doesn’t want to admit that out loud and she’s also not totally opposed to what I’m proposing. I flash her a wide smile as I lean in and hook my arms over the tops of her thighs before dragging my tongue across her clit.

  “Oh, fuck,” she breathes, falling back onto the bed as her hips buck but I keep her from going too far as I repeat the move and suck the little nub into my mouth. Her fingers dive into my hair, giving it a tug as she tries to move her hips against my mouth, desperate for more, frantic for the thing that will push her over the edge but with my arms locked in place, she’s not going anywhere. She’s so goddamn wet and she tastes like heaven, pulling a groan out of me as I flutter my tongue over her clit as fast as I can.

  She screams, pulling my hair harder as she bucks against my mouth with renewed vigor and I suck her into my mouth again, savoring her taste, her smell, and her wails of pleasure. My cock jumps, just as eager for more as she is, but I can’t give us what we both want until she admits that she needs me, that I’m the only man who makes her scream like this. Her moans grow louder and her hips buck harder, letting me know that she’s getting close so I pull back, keeping my hands on her thighs as I wait for her to look down at me. After a moment, she meets my gaze.

  “Finish your sentence. You need what, baby?”

  Her jaw drops and she stares at me for a second before sh
aking her head. “No.”

  With a shrug, I go back to her pussy, licking, sucking, and teasing her until she’s right there again, her orgasm toying with her. Just before she falls over the edge into bliss, I stop again and pull back.

  “Diego!” she screams, her anger making my dick jump as pre-cum drips from the tip. Her eyes snap to mine and she flashes me a glorious glare.

  “Give me what I want.”

  I smile, using one finger to slowly circle her clit. “I’m not a mind reader, Iz. If you want me to give you something, you gotta tell me what it is first.”

  “Diego,” she warns, trying to buck her hips and free herself from my grip but she doesn’t get far and the scream of indignation is music to my ears. I don’t give a shit how long it takes; I am going to break down her walls and convince her that she and I are actually perfect for each other whether she wants to admit it or not.

  “Just say it and it’s yours,” I tell her, rubbing my finger around her clit a little faster before pulling back completely. She’s so close to breaking and giving me what I want, I can see it, so I do it again and she screams, slamming her fists into the mattress on either side of her body. Just a little bit more and she’ll give me what I want.

  I lean in again, holding her in place as I go harder than I did before, strumming her clit with my tongue so fast that my jaw begins to ache and her screams echo off the walls as she barrels toward a release.

  Come on, Izzy.

  Just give me what I want.

  I pull her clit into my mouth, sucking hard before using my tongue again to drive her to madness. She writhes on the bed, screaming and trying to buck her hips as she begs me not to stop again and again. Pushing her closer than last time, I let her get right there, right to the point when her orgasm is going to swarm her body before I stop. When I pull back, she reaches down and slaps me across the face, hard, her eyes full of rage and desperation.