Road Warriors (Motorcycle Club Romance Collection) (Bad Boy Collections Book 4)

by Faye, Amy

  He leaned down over her, his face filling her vision and the rest of him filling her mind. Her body tingled, every nerve in her body waiting for him to touch her. She held herself still, held her body stiff and forced herself not to reach out to him. But she desperately wanted to.

  "Touch it," he whispered. "Touch me. You can, you know. Nobody would have to know. Nobody would judge you."

  "You're a tenant, and I'm saving myself."

  Shannen didn't scoff at her. He didn't laugh. He didn't even smirk. He pressed his lips against her jaw and she didn't pull away. Then he put those same lips, surprisingly soft for a man who was, in so many other ways, so hard, right by her ears.

  "Are you sure? Think about it. Think hard. Think about what you're missing. About how good it would feel to have this cock inside you, fucking you, filling you up in ways that you never even dreamed of."

  "You're very full of yourself," she said. The defenses were crumbling, and it was all that she could do to keep her hands pressed hard into her own hips.

  "I can back it all up, if you'll let me," he purred, and Caroline shivered. God, the offer was tempting.

  "You'd better," she breathed.

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  "I can back it all up, if you'll let me," he purred, and Caroline shivered. God, the offer was tempting.

  "You'd better," she breathed.

  The next time that his skin touched hers wasn't sweet, or tender. It was rough and hard. His lips pressed against hers in a way that reminded Caroline that for every day that she'd fantasized about him, he hadn't taken another woman to bed, either. It told her that he was looking forward to this, every bit as much as she was.

  Her body reacted, just like Caroline had been afraid it would. Just like she'd hoped that it would. Her body felt good. Better than good. 'Orgasmic' was starting to take on a whole new meaning, and she knew that she wasn't even close to her peak yet.

  The feeling of the thing in her hand was strange and wonderful all at once. His cock was stiff and long and uncut, and the skin glided over his hardness as if it were made specifically for her to be doing this. He rocked his hips forward to meet her hand, and she wasn't sure which of them was sighing, except that she knew that she needed him to do more, to take more.

  His hands reached up under her loose-fitting shirt, and Caroline suddenly felt embarrassed about the clothes she was wearing, somewhere between too casual and too childish, but if Shannen noticed, he didn't make any sign of it. His fingers pinched her sensitive flesh and drew a gasp from her. It didn't feel anything like when she did it herself.

  There were things she hadn't experienced, in her explorations. Things that she was very much looking forward to, in spite of herself, but what Caroline hadn't expected was exactly how much of it was going to be better than she expected, areas of her body's sensation that she thought completely explored, and she was going to have to go over again with a fine-toothed comb and the exact wrong sort of man.

  He smiled against her lips as she let out a gasp. She realized dimly that she'd stopped stroking his member and started moving her hand again, slowly. His sharp intake of breath told her that she was doing something right.

  "God, just like that," he whispered. It was her turn to smile.

  His hands left her breasts, stopped teasing her nipples to impossible hardness. Her body was impossibly ready for what was going to come next, but she let him take the lead anyways. He was, without a doubt, the more experienced.

  "Fuck me."

  Caroline hoped it made her sound... something. Experienced, or excited, or something. He pressed another kiss on her lips, looked into her eyes.

  "What's the rush? I've got all day."

  She was about to ask him what he meant, why he was going to deny her when she was offering herself and everything that entailed, when he started moving her hips around on the sofa, dangling her legs off the couch before putting himself between her knees.

  "You ready?"

  "Ready for what?"

  He smiled up at her, a toothy thing that should have made him look pleased, but instead made him look like an animal about to devour her. "Trust me," he told her, instead of answering.

  She was wearing dirty scrub pants because they were loose-fitting and comfortable, and because she had a half-dozen pairs that were just lying around if she didn't use them. As a result, they slid down over her hips easily when he pulled, even before she lifted her ass up to accommodate him.

  Caroline was suddenly glad that she had bothered to shave yesterday as his hands ran along the silky-smooth skin of her calf, up her thigh. The feeling of his fingers moving across her skin built up a need inside her that she had to force herself not to try and sate with her own fingers.

  The smile on his face, she knew, wasn't meant for her. She was an unwitting recipient of what was to come; whatever he planned, it was for him, and she was along for the ride. Something about it only made the entire thing more erotic. That was even more true as his fingers danced across her pussy, shooting white hot electric pleasure through her body, even as she knew that more was to come.

  Her hips shifted uncomfortably, wanting more and wanting less all at once. "Please, just..."

  "Just what?" He pressed his lips against her thigh, the sensitive flesh tickling. She squirmed away from the kiss but he wrapped an arm around her and held it fast. He pressed another kiss, closer this time to her core. The tickling came again, stronger, the whiskers on his chin scratching and sending that ticklishness shooting through her.

  She squirmed harder, but there was no way that she was moving him off of her, no way that she was going to fight away from him. He nipped a little at the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. His head was impossibly close, now. He turned to face her moist box, and his nose brushed her curls. Her entire body tensed up in anticipation of what was going to come.

  She didn't know what it was going to be, not exactly. She'd seen videos, of course. She had a general sense. But nothing could prepare her for the feeling of his tongue, hot and strong and wriggling in the most delicious way imaginable, parting her folds and flicking upward across her clit.

  Her eyes shot wide, in spite of herself, and her hips tried to squirm away until she could regain control of herself. Control she knew that she wasn't going to regain, if he had his way of things. He took another experimental lick and she tried to squirm away again. His arms were wrapped around her thighs now, holding her still.

  His hot breath on her mound made her want his tongue again, and when it came this time she forced her body to accept it. The pleasure was almost too much, almost painful, but she relaxed into it, and he rewarded her with another lick, this one less tentative, more certain, and more pleasurable for it.

  His fingers spread her folds apart and he pressed a kiss onto her clitoris, gentle at first and then a little bit rougher, pinching it gently between his lips and suckling.

  Caroline let out a sound that was wholly inappropriate, and would have woken anyone else in the house if there were anyone to wake. "Jesus!"

  His expression contorted into a smile, his face still pressed in against her. And then his face shifted an inch lower, and his tongue darted inside her and exploring. Her body shuddered. One of his hands reached across and his thumb started to tease her clit as his tongue explored her folds further.

  Caroline's body felt as if it were about to start malfunctioning, as if she'd completely lost any control she might once have had over her limbs. Her fingers, entirely on their own, dug into his short hair and tried to force his face deeper into her pussy. Shannen was more than happy to oblige her, his face mashing into her, his fingers moving quickly across her pussy, flicking the very tip of her hardened nub with every pass.

  Her body started to tense up. She needed this, and she was so close. So very close. He moved inside her, his tongue curling up and sending a shudder of pleasure through her. It spread through her body like a shiver. Her toes curled up tight, her legs tightened around his shoulders and pulled him in clo
ser. Her fingers dug into his scalp.

  Her abs tightened up and for a fraction of an instant her entire body felt as if it were perfectly balanced in complete tightness. And then the shiver worked her entire body loose again, bit by bit. He didn't stop moving, though, and the pleasure started to work its way deeper into her mind. Someone was screaming, and she realized dimly that it was her own voice that she heard.

  She tried to take a breath, to regain her composure, and then he pinched her clit and the space behind her eyes went white and her thoughts blanked. Her chest heaved with the effort of taking in enough air to keep her moving, and her body spasmed once, twice, again and again, every ounce of her body rocking in passion.

  Shannen, too, was moving frantically, she realized. His tongue, his fingers, all moved in concert to try to draw every ounce of pleasure out of her. And it was working. Whether she wanted it or not, he pulled the orgasm out of her, and it came ripping, screaming, tearing its way from her body, even as she tried her best to hold in whatever she could.

  When he finally slowed, she was laying on her back, her head unable to move itself up off the cushions of the couch except enough to look from side to side. Her breaths came out closer to moans, and her eyes focused whenever it suited them, but no more.

  "God, that was..."

  "Don't get comfortable," he said. She could hear the sound of metal rapping against metal, followed by the sound of a zipper working. "You're not even to the good part yet."

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  "Don't get comfortable," he said. She could hear the sound of metal rapping against metal, followed by the sound of a zipper working. "You're not even to the good part yet."

  Caroline's guts twisted up in anticipation of what was going to come next. There was some part o her that knew, that hoped that she would know, what was going to come. And that part of her had long since built up the feeling of his cock inside her. Of what she was going to be experiencing.

  "Oh God," she breathed. The anticipation was too much. She needed more, needed him to start exploring her insides in earnest. He seemed to all the world as if he were going to oblige her.

  "You ready?"

  "Do you have a condom?" Her voice came out breathy and more demanding than she'd wanted.

  "That's not going to be a problem," he answered, expertly avoiding the question, and she wasn't sure whether she disapproved of the dodge or not. She could feel him lining up with her entrance, could feel the heat of his cock pressed up against her.

  The sound of someone knocking at the door pulled them both out of it for a moment.

  "Who the fuck–"

  Caroline didn't know. She didn't much care, either. They had better things to do. The knock came again, harder. More insistent.

  "Just ignore it," she implored. "Just let them, you know, go along their way. Trust me, we've got plenty of other things to do, right? Nothing to worry about."

  He looked up at her, let out a long breath, and leaned down to press his lips against her soft breasts. His hips tensed and she could feel him pressing against her again, lining himself up with her entrance. The need in her chest was thick and full, but she was going to get what she wanted. Going to get what she needed.

  That, or she was going to die trying, because there was no way in hell that she was going to not get it, that much was for damned sure.

  The knock came a third time, as if he were going to smash the door down if it came down to a fourth knock. A man's voice shouted in. "I know you're in there!"

  That one made her stiffen, made her feel stranger than she realized she could feel. There was someone outside and he knew they were in there. More than that, what if he knew, you know, other things?

  When Shannen pulled away, part of her wanted to continue, wanted to keep ignoring the disembodied voice, the knocking. Wanted to do some knocking of her own, more accurately. Another part of her, though, was glad that he did it first.

  She let out a sigh that was somewhere between disappointment and relief. Shannen stood and started doing up his jeans again. He didn't look at her. Just the ground. But he didn't seem angry, at least, which was something. Right?

  Caroline started pulling her clothes back on quickly. There were a surprising number of them to throw on before she could get herself ready for the door. There wasn't much choice, though, so her body moved as fast as she pushed it, and by the time another knock came she was making her way to the door.

  Her hair was no doubt a mess, but there were some sacrifices that needed to be made in the interest of speed. She ran her hands through it as she opened the door and forced a yawn.

  "What?" The irritation in her voice wasn't forced.

  "I need to get in there," he said. "I'm looking for a friend of mine."

  "I'm the only one here. I'm the only one who lives here."

  "That's not what my friend said. He said I was supposed to meet him right here, right now. He should be in there? Big fella, tall. Muscular, dark hair. Irish maybe?"

  She didn't know who this guy was, but something in her gut told her that if Shannen were a friend of his, he likely would have told her to expect him. More than that, he likely wouldn't have gotten her all wound up. Gotten himself all wound up, for that matter.

  "I'm sorry, but I don't know who you're talking about."

  "Shannen O'Brien? I was sure he said this was the place."

  "Isn't that a woman's name? I've never met anyone named Shannon in my life."

  "Shannen. It's an Irish name. Irish last name. The guy's got Irish features all around."

  "I'm sorry," she answered, spreading her hands. "I wish I could help you, but I just… don't know anything. Is there anything else I can do for you, though? If there is, just let me know, and I'd be glad to help you."

  He looked down at her with a frown. His eyes narrowed, his brow furrowed, and he seemed to be making the decision on the fly of whether or not she could be trusted. He seemed to decide that she could and shrugged.

  "No, I guess not. You sure you never heard of him?"

  "What did you say? Big, muscular guy?"

  "Yeah."

  "God, I wish," she said. She tried to lay on the sexual frustration, which wasn't hard to do given how much she really was feeling at that moment. He shifted uncomfortably at her expression. "You say you know this guy?"

  "Uh, yeah. Old friends."

  "If you see him, tell him to come on by some time. I could use the company."

  He frowned at her again, and she enjoyed it this time. He should have known better than to try and fuck with her. He should have had better timing, too.

  "Yeah, uh… whatever, lady. You see a guy like that, you let him know Brian O'Connor was looking for him."

  "I surely will, but I won't see him, so it doesn't make much difference."

  "Yeah," he said. He still had that vexed expression on his face. Uncertain except that he wasn't happy with the overall results of what had gone down so far with the conversation. He frowned and turned to leave.

  "Have a good day," she offered as he walked away, and then she shut the door behind him and let out a long breath, her back pressed against the door. She wasn't sure what she was going to do if he hadn't left.

  She turned and watched him leave. His jacket hung strangely, swayed wrong as he walked. One side was notably heavier than the other. She shuddered at the thought of what he might have been hiding in that coat. When he finally closed his car door and started off, in no real hurry to leave, she pressed her back against the door again.

  "You're in the clear," she called out. A minute later, a fully-dressed Shannen O'Brien came out and frowned. "You get all of that?"

  "Yeah, I got it."

  "You know anything about this Brian O'Connor?"

  He shook his head.

  "You worried?"

  He shook his head again.

  "Then, do you wanna, you know… get back to it?"

  He had been walking towards her, his eyes steady on her. When he pushed past, though, and starte
d fishing for the door handle, she realized that he hadn't been staring at her at all.

  "I'm not really in the mood any more," he said, as he pushed past. "Maybe later, yeah?"

  "You're not mad at me, are you?"

  He looked at her with an expression approaching genuine surprise. "Mad at you? Why would I be mad at you?"

  She shrugged and looked down at her feet. "I don't know, just… maybe you were."

  "No, I'm not mad at you," he said. "You did fine."

  "I thought you said you talked to Coogan."

  "I did talk to him."

  "I mean, I thought you only talked to him."

  "Yeah, I told you that's what happened, and it's what happened. What's the problem?"

  She shivered again, thinking of the man who had been at the door.

  "Well, if I had to guess who might be working for a guy like that, then I would guess that Brian O'Connor would be one of them."

  He looked at her for a moment, his eyes impassive, and then he shrugged again. "You think?"

  "Why was a guy like that looking for you, Shannen?"

  "I don't know. Maybe he wanted to send me a thank-you fruit basket."

  "Shannen, don't blow me off please."

  "I'm not blowing you off," he said, in a voice that sounded like he was doing just that.

  "He had a gun," she told him. It wasn't sure, by any stretch of the imagination, but Dad hadn't always been a shoe repair man, and he'd told her once a few things to look out for, in case you were worried about a man with a gun.

  A strange balance to his coat, one like Mr. O'Connor had, was at the top of the list. Shannen nodded absently, like the thought was only a part of the mental math he was doing.

  "Yeah, I'll watch out, if you're worried."

  "I want you to tell me whatever it was that you did," she said, knowing he wouldn't.

  "I already told you. I talked to him. Listen, Caroline, I gotta go."

  She watched him with the door open and hoped to high heaven that he wasn't going to do something that she ended up regretting.

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