His tongue darted out, flicked her clit, so fast and light. It wasn’t a deep, hard touch, but Jolene felt it through her entire body. She arched up and gave a small cry.
“Silver…” She was pleading now and she didn’t give a good goddamn. “Silver…”
“Hang on, sweet thing,” he muttered, moving closer, his broad shoulders opening her wider to his gaze and touch. “God help me, but I can’t stop myself, not for one second longer.”
“Don’t stop,” she said, barely recognising her own voice. “Silver… don’t you dare stop.”
“No way,” he rasped. “Not until you come for me.”
Done waiting, done talking, he covered her completely with his hot, open mouth. She froze, utterly overwhelmed by the pleasure of just this touch. She was so, so close… and he hadn’t even used his tongue yet.
“Oh, God,” she groaned. “I need you to do it…”
“You do, huh?” His words blew puffs of air against her soaked pussy and she arched again, higher this time. “So how do you want your orgasm, baby?”
“Huh?” Dazed, breathless, she raised her head, met those amazing eyes. “What do you mean?”
“Fast and hard, or slow and deep?” Carefully, his finger moved up her lower lips now, spreading her slick arousal. “Tell me.”
“I – I –” she faltered, her brain not working. “Fast. Silver, please… I can’t wait. I want it fast.”
“Your wish is my command,” he murmured. “Fast it is.”
With that, he sucked her clit into his mouth and the feeling was so intense that she came right up off the bed. He chuckled, loving her response, pressed one huge hand on her lower belly.
“Easy, Jolene,” he rumbled. “Let me take you there.”
“Ah!” she cried as he stroked her with his tongue, rolled her taut little button between his lips, feasted on her. “Silver!”
His eyes lit up at the way she called his name, needing to hear it said like that again and again, higher and tighter as she approached climax. He growled in his chest, slid his hands under her full ass, lifted her to his face. Took her with his mouth, took her hard and fast, took her without mercy.
Jolene’s hands found his silver-blond hair, and grasped it roughly. He loved her passion and abandon, loved how she was just throwing herself into the sensations making her curvy body shake under him.
Greedy for more, so fucking hungry for her, he slid his tongue up her hot, sweet pussy. He zeroed in on her clit, knowing that all he had to do was give her just enough pressure and she’d be flying over that edge, screaming the whole way.
First, though, he couldn’t resist slipping one, then two, thick fingers inside her drenched channel. On some primal level, Silver needed to touch her deep. Needed to reach for the very heart of her soaked, sweet centre.
As he pushed farther, she gave a sharp scream, one more of shock than of pleasure. Right away, he stopped dead, terrified that he’d hurt her.
“Baby? You OK?”
“I – I… yes!” She was almost incoherent, her head thrashing from side to side. “That was just so… so…” She cried out again as he touched that magical, melting spot deep inside. “Oh, my… what was that?”
“Ah.” He grinned and relaxed. He twisted his wrist, just a bit, watched her face as he stroked deep inside her again. Fuck, her reaction was something else: if he hadn’t been holding her down, she’d have hit the ceiling. “Never had a man find it with his fingers before, I guess?”
“Find what?” she moaned, barely aware of what she was saying.”What are you doing to me?”
“I think we’ll save that for later,” he said, his voice husky with want as he gently withdrew his hand. “I want to use my cock on that spot.”
“Oh,” she gasped, seconds away from exploding. “Silver… please!”
“Now, baby?” he said, teasing her with his thumb on her little bundle of nerves. “You want to come now?”
“Yes!” She was almost sobbing, not at all caring that she was a heaving mess of trembling need. “Yes. I need to come…”
He needed it, too, needed it so damn much it took his breath away. He lowered his head again, his lips and tongue and fingers all busy on her clit. He sucked, licked, stroked, over and over, harder and faster. Her whole body tensed up, all lush curves and glistening arousal, and he knew she was right there, inches from the edge, seconds from mindless bliss.
He pushed her. Hard. Fast.
Jolene’s golden body seized up as the pleasure peaked, crested, built to fever-pitch. Then it all exploded, only getting more intense as she started to come. The orgasm wasn’t really one orgasm – it was a whole series of them, small, crashing bursts that only made the next one stronger.
And when the orgasm hit her – the toe-curling one, the one that made her vision flash bright white, then go black – she knew nothing but this man, this moment. Her whole universe shrank and contracted, became nothing but the pulsing place between her legs, and his wicked, skilled tongue, and her calling his name.
Slowly, her body sank down to the mattress. Her fingers released their grip on his head. Her legs relaxed, fell open. Her breath came in gasps, in pants, and her eyes were closed.
Slowly, tenderly, he kissed his way back up her body, just like she’d done for him. Her full thighs, her soft stomach, her flared hips, her perfect breasts. He licked her throat, tasting her sweat; he stroked her hair back from her flushed face. Held her close, waited for her to recover.
“My God, baby,” he said gruffly. “You are something else.”
When her eyes opened and she gazed at him, he smiled at the look in those black depths. Now this was one satisfied lady, and he gave her a slow, sweet kiss.
“Silver…”
“Right here,” he said softly. “You OK?”
“I want more.”
He felt his eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. “More of that?”
“No.” She reached between them, gently grasped his cock. He was hard again and she stroked his length slowly. “More of this. All of this. Inside me.”
Silver sat up without a word, grabbed her around the waist. She’d barely inhaled a shocked breath when she found herself in his lap. Her legs were spread wide, his cock was pressed into her stomach, and his hands were holding her ass tight.
“Oh,” she exhaled. “Querido…”
“Damn, yes.” He pushed up gently, his erection throbbing, felt her juices on his thighs. “I can feel how much you want me.”
“I do.” She kissed him, putting all her need in the words and the kiss. “I so do.”
He reached out, yanked open the drawer on the bedside table. He ripped open the condom wrapper, lifted her slightly so he could roll it on. Up on her knees, she rubbed her golden breasts against his muscular chest, teasing him a bit. He responded by taking her right nipple in his mouth, nipping and licking, then moving to the next one. His mouth was rough, demanding, and her whole body opened to him.
Slowly, he laid back, holding her eyes. She smiled down at him, her fingers tangled in his beard.
“You ready for me?” he asked, stroking her lower lips with the tip of his cock.
“Oh, yeah.” She planted her palms on his chest, lifted her hips to give him easier access. “So ready. Silver, please. Please take me.”
His one arm wrapped around her waist, raising her higher; his other hand moved his hardness to her heat. She froze, so damn desperate to feel him where she needed him the most. Her body yearned for this connection again, hungered for him to be inside her again.
When he slid in, so slow and careful, she moaned. Wild with impatience now, needing him now, Jolene pushed down to meet him. And in one smooth, strong stroke, they were totally joined – as deep and close as humanly possible.
“Fuck,” he said, his voice almost awed. “Oh, fuck… you feel good.”
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He started to move, deep and slow and she threw her head back. His hand reached up, though, fisted in her long hair, slid to her neck. He tugged her head back down, brought her eyes back to his.
“Nuh-uh,” he said fiercely. “Here, angel. Here with me.”
“Oh.” She whispered it, already lost in that stare. “Oh.”
“Ride me, babe.” His voice was a rasp. “I want to see your sweet pussy taking me inside.”
Mindless now, unable to deny the man anything, she did as he told her. She rode him, watching him watch where their bodies were connected. God, his eyes were nothing but silver fire and when he finally moved them back to her face, she felt that intense stare all the way to her soul.
“I’m so damn close, Jolene,” he muttered. “So I think I need to go back to that spot, huh?”
Before she’d even had time to murmur yes, he’d grabbed her, yanked her down on top of him tight. He had her arms trapped behind her back in one strong hand, the other still in her hair, holding her face to the side of his corded neck. She was clasped to his chest, his arms holding her in place as he pounded into her. Deep, hard, unrelenting. And when he hit the spot, she bit down on his shoulder, dizzy with the force of the pleasure.
“Found it, huh?” He moved faster. “Tell me.”
“Yes,” she moaned into his shoulder. “Yes, yes, yes…”
“You gonna come?”
“Yes. Oh, God, yes.”
“Good.” His hips were moving in ever-more-powerful strokes, his arms and hands holding her where he wanted her. She was trapped, trapped in the best possible way and she loved it, she always loved it. “Now come for me. Come on, baby.”
Jolene’s cry of release was wrenched from a place that she didn’t even know that she had… someplace so primal, so sexual, that she didn’t even recognize her own voice. But as unexplored as this place was, it was also right, so fucking right. It was what she felt for Silver, after all: it was all hot sex and dark need, mixed in with sweet, tender passion and pleasure. Giving and taking, reaching and holding.
She finished, her whole body clenching and convulsing around him, and now he let himself go. He thrust inside her shaking body, as deep as he could and held himself there. His orgasm was long and hard and he just clutched her to him, his groans muffled in her throat.
He came down slowly, feeling like he’d just been bashed over the head with a shovel. She was so soft and warm, and he relaxed his grip on her arms, set her free. When she raised her head from his throat, he tightened his fingers still tangled in her hair, pulled her forehead down to his.
“You good?” he asked softly against her parted lips. “Not too rough?”
Jolene gave a small laugh, her hands moving to his upper arms now. “No. Just rough enough.”
“You think we chased the ghosts and monsters off, baby?”
“Absolutely,” she said, kissing his lips. “Nothing but light and the living here now.”
“And an angel,” Silver said. “One with the soul of a devil – but still an angel for all of that.”
**
Silver came back from the bathroom and climbed into bed and right away, Jolene cuddled into his arms. He kissed the top of her head and he felt her smile against his chest.
“You OK, babe?” she asked him, her words soft as a breath.
“Yeah,” he said and he was surprised that he meant it. “I really am.”
“I wish that you didn’t have to go on that sourcing trip tomorrow.”
“I know, sweet thing. The timing sucks, huh?” He tried to lighten her mood a bit. “I’ll see Nell when I’m out that way, so I’ll say hi for you, OK?”
“No way to put it off?” She wasn’t about to be put off, eh saw now. She sat up and he brushed her hair off her beautiful face, unable to keep his hands off her for even a second. “Reschedule it?”
“Nope. I have several meetings set up with sellers and one guy is getting a car out of storage just for me because he might want to sell it to us for parts. I can’t let them down. But listen, Ice will be taking you to and from work every day, so you’re covered. Don’t worry.”
Jo was quiet for a few seconds, then said, “I’m not worried about that. I’m worried that you’ll be up drinking whiskey all night.”
“OK, baby, here’s what we’ll agree. If I have any bad dreams and start to feel like it’s taking hold, I’ll tell you and we’ll talk about it.”
“Promise?”
“Promise. I won’t keep it from you. But honestly, I think –” He broke off his words. “I think I’ll be better now. Now that I’ve talked to you.”
“Do you think it’s made a difference?”
“I do. I mean – I didn’t think that I’d ever tell you. Tell anyone. I felt like it was something that if I pretended long enough that it had never happened, then maybe it wouldn’t have happened. Maybe I’d forget. Maybe denying it would change it all somehow.”
He saw the look on her face and knew that she was pondering something big. “What’s going on in that incredible mind of yours?”
“Just – just that’s how I lived for years.” She gave him a sad smile. “But not by choice.”
“How do you mean?”
“Well… Brian was constantly pretending that something had happened that hadn’t. Or that something that had happened hadn’t. Or that I hadn’t said something, or that I had. Or that he hadn’t backhanded me over the coffee table, or that he had bought me a Christmas present and I’d just lost it. He was always, always rewriting history either by commission or omission, sometimes both at the same damn time, back and forth so I’d have no clue what had really happened. He’d deny something until it had just ceased to exist, he’d lie about something until the truth had been forgotten.”
“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“Promise me something, Silver,” she said, and the fierceness in her voice took him aback. “Always give me reality when you talk to me. Even if it’s hard to say or hard for me to hear, say it. Don’t ever change a damn thing just to spare me or my feelings, don’t ever think that lying to me is protecting me. Trust me to be able to handle the truth, whatever it is. Please?”
“I promise, Jolene. The truth, always and forever.”
Chapter Eighteen
Five days later
Jo headed over to Satan’s a bit earlier than usual, nursing a massive headache and summoning up the nerve to approach Ice and ask him to take her home now. It was day four of having to get in a vehicle with him – and she was as nervous and uncomfortable that day as she’d been from the first. Not that Ice was overtly rude or mean or anything, but he was just… Ice. He was emotionless and unspeaking, as implacable and bleak as a vast Arctic landscape, and she had come to positively dread the two thirty-minute drives a day with him.
She’d tried everything to make their time together bearable: chatting with him, asking him questions to try to draw him out, inviting him for coffee before work. In every one of these instances, he’d delivered hard sideways glances, deafening silences and an occasional huff when she’d been especially frivolous or annoying. In a way it would be more comfortable if he was rude; at least he’d be speaking to her.
So now as her default setting, Jo just sat there quietly in the passenger seat, staring out of the window and praying that they didn’t hit too many red lights on the journeys to and from home and work. Every extra minute felt like a chilly eternity and she always felt a sense of thawing when she escaped the van.
She entered Satan’s, smiled at a few of the guys. She looked around and wasn’t surprised to see that Ice wasn’t around since he probably wasn’t expecting her for at least another ninety minutes. She didn’t actually know what he did, exactly, but it was something to do with the bar. Security, maybe? She supposed that that would be a good fit with his Enforcer background, tho
ugh why he’d be here during the day when it was totally quiet was beyond her. Three days earlier – an ice age ago in terms of car-hours alone with Ice – she’d asked him what he did for work with the club, in a desperate attempt to make some damn conversation whilst trapped in the van. He’d breathed slowly and deeply through his nose, stared grimly at the road ahead of him, said nothing.
She’d dropped it. She’d also pretty much stopped talking to him since then.
“Is Ice around?” she asked Dux and Drake as they passed her. “You seen him anywhere?”
They exchanged loaded glances and laughed. Without exactly knowing why, Jo smiled too; these two always had that effect on her. Blond and blue-eyed, the twins shared their fellow former-Enforcer Ice’s coloring, height and width and tattoos – and the physical was where the similarities ended. In terms of personality, the twins were the polar opposite and thank Christ, because if they’d shared Ice’s terrifying lack of emotion and warmth, Jo would have thought that Enforcers were not fully human.
“He’s around,” Dux said. “In the back.”
“Oh, OK. Thanks.” She turned to head down the hallway. “Which room?”
“You don’t want to interrupt them, sweetheart,” Drake told her. “They’re just getting warmed up.”
She paused, uncertain that she was understanding what they meant. “Uh… them?”
“Ice and Vixen.”
“Ahhh.” She blinked, shocked beyond belief that Ice actually let a woman touch him. Then again, Jo knew that Vixen was a part-time Satan’s waitress and a full-time Road Devils pass-around. Silver had told her that the woman had been with pretty much every one of the club members numerous times, with the notable exception of Silver and Cole, but for some reason, Jo had also mentally discounted Ice from that equation. The realization that he’d unclench and unbend enough to have sex was, frankly, staggering. “Right.”
They grinned at her, clearly enjoying her mental readjustment to current reality. She tried to look less stunned at the fact that Ice actually got laid sometimes, because she knew that for the MC guys, casual sex was no big deal. It was like scratching an itch or killing time or releasing tension. And if what Zoe had told her was true, Dux and Drake walked on the slightly kinky and swinging side of things: their thing was bringing a woman into a threesome with them. Jo couldn’t imagine what that would be like – though she did idly wonder if they were as similar undressed as they were fully clothed. It would have to be a total mindfuck in some ways, being in bed with two men who looked exactly the same, at the same time.
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