Shifting Gears (Satan's Knights Prospect Trilogy Book 1)

by Janine Infante Bosco

  “Watch, darlin’, there’s smoke coming from your ears,” he teases, reaching up to take one of my hands from his shoulder. Bringing it to his lips, he brushes a kiss across my knuckles. “If you want to leave, now would be a good time because I don’t trust myself right now.”

  I blink, letting his words register.

  “What happens if I stay?” I whisper the question as he turns my palm over and drags his mouth lazily over my skin.

  “If you stay, I’ll kiss you.”

  “Bash…”

  “It’s okay,” he murmurs, diverting his attention to my chest. “I can be patient, just not with your nipples this close to my mouth.”

  A nervous laugh escapes my throat as he winks at me and soon his hands move back to rest on my hips. With a gentle squeeze and a guttural groan, he reluctantly pushes me away.

  “I’ll walk you down to your car,” he says as he rises from the foot of the bed. A sense of panic washes over me and I grab his arm in a desperate attempt to keep him still.

  “What about your sheets?”

  He raises an eyebrow.

  “What about them?”

  “Didn’t you need me to help you with them?”

  He looks at me thoughtfully for a moment before shaking his head.

  “No, I just wanted to see you sprawled across them. Preferably naked, and coming repeatedly, but beggars can’t be choosey. I would’ve been happy just having you in my bed.”

  Apparently, we’re both done with the false pretenses. My cheeks flush as I blow out a breath.

  “Repeatedly,” I croak.

  “Yep.”

  “You don’t play fair,” I groan, licking my lips as I stare at his mouth.

  “Sure, I do,” he argues. “I’m giving you an out.”

  Realizing I’m staring, I lift my gaze to his and curl my fingers around his arm. My nails dig into his skin, but he doesn’t flinch. He keeps those blue eyes intently on me and I swear to God, he sees right through me. All my fears. Every insecurity. The life of a victim and the rebirth of the woman I strive to be.

  “I don’t do relationships.”

  “And I don’t share.”

  “What’s that mean?”

  He shrugs his shoulders.

  “If I’m fucking you, I’m the only one who is.”

  Mouth agape, I blink.

  “You think I’d—”

  “No, but if you’re laying your cards on the table, it seems only fair that I do the same.”

  I nod, loosening my grip on his arm.

  “We’re really doing this. I mean, you’re not leaving tomorrow so for however long you decide to stick around, you’re going to have to see me.”

  “Darlin’ that ain’t a hardship.”

  “That came out wrong,” I say, closing my eyes as I try to gather my thoughts. “We can do this and if you decide you don’t want to do it again, you’ll still have to face me because I work downstairs and I really need my job, Bash. I can’t afford—”

  “Shh,” he says, cutting me off by gently touching a finger to my lips.

  “I’m not a dick, Lydia.”

  I know that. If I’m being truthful, I’ve known it since that first night. I think that’s another reason I’m so scared to give into my attraction for him. A woman can easily fall for a charmer. I’m proof of that. But when she starts putting the broken pieces together, arranging them to fit the woman she needs to become, she can fall even harder for the man who wholeheartedly gives himself to her. She’ll realize he’s not like all the others that broke her heart. She’ll love the way he makes her feel and cherish the way he looks at her. She’ll wish for him to love her. For him to heal her. She’ll let go of the demons that plague her and the dreams she thought were lost, will resurface with him as the leading man.

  “No more talking,” I whisper, meeting his gaze.

  “No more talking,” he agrees before he slowly closes the distance between us. My heart hammers against my chest as he cradles my face, his thumb gently tracing my lower lip. I hold my breath as he gently caresses my mouth and my eyes close just as his lips touch mine ever so gently.

  A moan sounds from the back of my throat at the contact and instinctively I wrap my arms around his neck. Dragging him closer, I part my lips in invitation and he doesn’t hesitate to accept. The first swipe of his tongue against mine is familiar, the second confident and the third feral. An animalistic groan splinters past his lips as he uses his tongue and teeth to drive me mad. The world around us disappears, and it’s almost as if life before this moment ceased to exist.

  His greedy hands wander away from my face and find purchase on my hips, pulling my pelvis flush against the erection bulging against his jeans. Starving for friction, my deprived body clearly has a mind of its own and starts to rock against his. Another groan sounds from his lips as he tears his mouth away from mine and stares at my swollen lips with a satisfied expression on his face.

  “Just as sweet as I remember,” he muses as his hands travel to my ass. Cupping both cheeks, he gives them a squeeze, before dipping his head and lowering his mouth to my neck, peppering the smooth column with wet kisses. His hands continue to roam my body, sliding under my t-shirt as he backs me up against the foot of the bed.

  “The sheets,” I stammer, pushing the kutte off his shoulders. The leather drops to the floor as he lifts his head from my neck and reaches for the belt buckle on his jeans.

  “They’re for the other bed,” he replies breathlessly as he pushes me down on the bed. “We’ll get there, but first…” His words fade as he undoes the belt and pops open the top button of his jeans. Every muscle in his arm flexes with the simple movement and I lick my lips in anticipation, waiting for him to reveal more of his skin. However, his hands fall away before he can peel the zipper down. My brows knit together with confusion and I peer up at him, disappointment radiating from my eyes.

  “What are you doing? Why aren’t you naked?” I rasp.

  He doesn’t bother with a response as he expertly pops open the button of my jeans with one hand and quickly draws the zipper down.

  “Take your shirt off and lay back,” he orders, slipping his hand inside the waistband of the denim. “Now,” he growls impatiently as his fingers trace the lace pattern of my panties. God, I don’t know how much teasing I can stand. One touch and my body is like a live wire. My hands tremble as I reach for the hem of my shirt and slowly pull it over my head. Simultaneously, Bash pulls his hand out of my pants and peels the denim away from my legs.

  Naked save for my panties, I draw in a deep breath and watch Bash push my legs open. Licking his lips, he trails his fingers over the scrap of lace covering my pussy. The scent of my arousal fills the room and for a second, I’m self-conscious over how wet I am. The insecurity is fleeting though because Bash’s mouth quickly covers the lace and between his tongue and his teeth, he expertly drags the material to the side. One lick and I’m fucking gone.

  My hands move to the back of his head as I lift my hips from the bed and grind against his eager tongue.

  Keeping one hand on my thigh, he lets the other one travel the length of my body until he finds my breast and cups it greedily. He licks and sucks with precision and rolls my nipple between his fingers, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

  A fresh sheen of sweat covers my body as I continue to move in sync with his perfect mouth and it isn’t long before I’m clutching his head with all my might, keeping him still as I ride his face. The orgasm cuts through me and I cry out his name. The sensations are so overwhelming that my legs lock around his shoulders and I bite my lip to keep from screaming.

  His tongue slows, lapping at me lazily and pulling every ounce of pleasure from my body. When there’s nothing left to give, I gasp for breath and my legs fall limply onto his shoulders. Bash pinches and twists my nipple—a parting gift before he tears his mouth away from my pussy and I force my eyes open. My vision is blurry, and I fight for focus as he slowly removes
my thong, dragging it down my legs. Rising to his feet, he shoves my underwear in his back pocket. Before I can question what, he plans to do with them, he gathers me in his arms and lifts my limp body from the bed.

  “You’re fucking beautiful…but when you come…” his words trail as he leans closer, touching his lips to my ear. “…you’re fucking gorgeous. A perfect angel.”

  I swallow hard.

  Yeah, it’d be so easy to fall.

  -Fifteen-

  Bash

  Entering the room, I’ve claimed as my new bedroom, I set Lydia on her feet and assess the damage. Aside from the sheets being a tangled mess, the lamp has also been knocked over and there is a pair of boxers that are most definitely not mine hanging from the headboard.

  “Shit,” I growl.

  “Well, it looks like Riggs really is a Tiger in the bedroom,” Lydia comments beside me.

  My gaze snaps to her, taking in the faint flush staining her cheeks and the satisfied expression marring the rest of her features as she offers me a shy smile. The only tiger she should be thinking about is me.

  “I’m sorry, totally not appropriate,” she says, rising on her tiptoes to press a quick kiss to my cheek. “Can I borrow a shirt?”

  “A shirt?” I ask as my eyes work over her body, taking in every naked inch. We’re just getting started, why in Sam Hill does she need a shirt?

  “Yes, so I can put the sheets on the bed. We should really wash them first but…” Her voice trails as her fingertips dance down my chest to the erection begging for attention. “I don’t know that this can wait much longer.”

  “Darlin’ you just rode my tongue like a championship bull rider, you want to be modest now?” I tease, wrapping my arms around her waist. She slaps my shoulder playfully and I wince, happy she didn’t take her fury out on my throbbing cock. Chuckling, I slide my hands up her back, silently appreciating how smooth her skin feels under my fingertips. My hand pauses though as I reach a spot of puckered flesh.

  Being a man who has suffered his share of injuries, one of them being a gunshot wound, I know a scar when I feel it. I trace the mark with my thumb and Lydia instantly freezes in my arms.

  “Don’t,” she whispers, lifting her eyes to mine. A million questions race through my mind and I ignore every single one because those emerald green orbs plead with me not to push.

  “Not tonight,” she continues, inching up on her tiptoes. Her lips brush over mine softly and she murmurs, “Please.”

  With a single word all my questions disappear. I drop my hands away from her back and bring them back to her front, up to her face. Cradling her cheeks, I take control of her mouth and let her know I’m at her mercy. Whatever she wants, whatever she needs…I’m her guy.

  Her lips part on a sigh and my tongue slides inside her mouth and melds with hers. With a feral need churning in my gut, I devour her. The questions can wait, claiming her can’t.

  Not no more.

  My hands find her hips and without disconnecting from her mouth, I lift her in my arms. I’m about to bring her to the bed, but I remember the Tiger marked that territory already. Fucking Riggs.

  Muttering a curse, I break the kiss and let my eyes do a quick scan of the room. It’s slim pickings and I decide the dresser is closer than the bed in the next room. Making my way towards it, Lydia bends her head, running her tongue down the side of my neck. As I set her down on top of the dresser, her mouth latches on a particular spot. She sucks, licks and nibbles, marking me and I love every fucking second. I may be torn between clubs and what patch I wear, but there ain’t a doubt in my mind when it comes to Lydia. I’ll wear her mark prouder than I’ll wear any club insignia.

  Dragging my fingers through her hair, I pull her away from my neck and press another quick kiss to her lips. Her hands find the hem of my shirt and she starts to work the cotton up, over my abs. She tears her mouth free and juts her chin, ordering my arms over my head. I let her wrangle the shirt free from my body and watch as she drinks in the view with hungry eyes.

  In a perfect world, I’d take my time and bask in every inch of her. I’d welcome her exploring hands and hope she’s up to taking my cock down her throat. Those pert little nipples of hers would be between my teeth and I’d hold her orgasm hostage only giving in after she begged me to fuck her.

  In this world, I’m a man who's been starved for far too long.

  I’m desperate for the woman in front of me.

  And judging by the way she hastily tugs my zipper down and starts tugging at my jeans and boxers, I’d say she’s just as fucking needy. My hands join hers and together we rid me of the rest of my clothes. Her eyes zero in on my cock as I wrap my fist around the shaft and thumb the head, swiping the pre-come from it. Circling her hand around my wrist, she pulls my hand away from my cock and brings it to her right tit. Our eyes lock as she singles out my sticky thumb, rubbing it over her hardened nipple. As much I want to continue staring at that pretty face, I can’t help but drop my gaze to her tits and watch as she brands herself with my come.

  “Fuck, Lydia,” I growl as she flicks her thumb over her nipple once more. I’ve had my share of women, but not one of them has ever measured up to the one before me and as I spread her legs wide and position my cock in front of her pussy, I’m certain no one ever will.

  We were only supposed to have one night.

  Now, I want every night.

  All her tomorrows.

  Fuck, if there was a way for me to have her yesterdays, I’d take those too.

  “Condom,” she croaks, wrapping her legs around my waist.

  “I’m clean,” I pant, hooking my arms under her knees. Searching her eyes, I wait for her to give me the green light.

  “So am I, but I’m not on the pill,” she says, worrying her lower lip between her teeth as she involuntarily jerks her hips. Her wet cunt rubs against my cock and I struggle to focus on the concern, but honest to God, if Lydia got knocked up, I don’t think I’d be bothered by it. Her, on the other hand, she might have a conniption.

  “If you want me to get a condom, darlin’, you’re going to need to stop rubbing that sweet pussy all over my cock,” I say hoarsely, closing my eyes as I squeeze her legs and enjoy the feel of her.

  A moan ruptures past her lips as she arches her hips again. I swear the woman is trying to kill me with her cunt. I reckon there are worse ways to go, but I’d like to get inside before I drop fucking dead.

  “Lydia,” I warn.

  “Just once,” she pants. “I want to feel you inside me with nothing between us,” she says, trailing a hand up my chest. Her fingers hook around my neck and she pulls me closer. “Then pull out and grab a condom.”

  “You’re kidding me, right? Lydia, I get inside you, I ain’t going to last long, especially without a rubber.”

  She casts her eyes downward to where my cock teases her entrance and before I can say another word, she leans back. Her elbows touch the top of the dresser as she spreads her legs wider.

  “Just once,” she whispers.

  “Just once,” I repeat. Lifting her legs higher, I drag her ass to the edge of the dresser and with one quick move I push my raging hard on deep inside her cunt. Her slick pussy tightens around my shaft and I swear to Christ, I see fucking stars. She’s so tight, so fucking perfect.

  “Bash,” she cries, arching off the dresser. “

  “Fuck, darlin’, if I move right now this will be over before it starts.” Instead of giving her the fucking she craves, I drop a hand between us, and my fingers find her clit, slowly circling the tiny nub. I watch as she cups her tits and rolls her nipples between her fingers and I start to move in and out, keeping my strokes at a steady pace. The second she starts to clench that pussy of hers around me, I’m done. Any self-control I was harboring flees me and I start to fuck her mercilessly. I move my fingers from her clit and spread her legs even wider. She tries to close them around me, but my fingers dig into her flesh as I keep them open and pound into her. Over and
over, until our bodies are covered in sweat and the dresser bangs against the wall.

  “I can’t…I’m…Bash!”

  “That’s it,” I growl. “Come for me darlin’,”

  Calling out my name, her eyes roll behind her head and she tightens around me. I struggle to keep my eyes on her, to memorize every feature as she comes, but that’s a mistake because looking at her, listening to her shout my name, sets me off. I mutter a curse and pull my dick out of her just as my release shoots out of me.

  “Yes,” she cries, opening her eyes to take in the show. “Fuck yes.” Holding my cock steady, I decorate her stomach with my come until there’s not a drop left. Then, I take her in.

  Every inch.

  From her messy hair and her wet lips to her painted stomach and swollen pussy.

  She’s fucking gorgeous.

  And all fucking mine.

  Dropping her legs, I stumble back and swipe a hand over my face.

  “What’s wrong?” she asks breathlessly.

  “Nothing,” I admit, swallowing as the revelation settles over me.

  “Bash…” she whispers.

  Taking a deep breath, I meet her gaze as she struggles to sit upright, crossing her arms over her breasts.

  “Nothing’s wrong, Lydia. In fact, for the first time in my life, everything feels right.”

  She smiles and fuck me, I want to keep her.

  Not for just the night.

  But for forever.

  I hold out my hand for her and help her off the dresser.

  “What happens now?” she asks as I wrap my arms around her and pull her close.

  I don’t even give a fuck that’s she’s messy.

  I fucking love it.

  “Now, you get your ass into the other room, where the fucking sheets are safe, and I grab the condoms because we’re just getting started darlin’.”