Lost Girl (Poison Wells Blades MC Book 3)
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“Now I know you’re crazy. Come on, your Daddy’s probably in there somewhere. Go find him.”
“You really don’t know anything about my Daddy, do you? He isn’t at a desk waiting for a phone call. If he wasn’t in one of the leading cop cars, he’ll be in that chopper you left behind.”
“Then he’ll come and find you.”
“Take me with you.”
“Why?”
It was hard for her to answer, so she just told him the truth. “I don’t know why. It’s what I want, is why.”
She didn’t even know his name. Tiffany wondered if that was a part of what made her want him, need him so very badly. Looking at him made her ache.
Chapter 14
The dark, velvet blue sky was thick with splashes of tiny stars. Faraway clouds drifted across the high, bright moon. He guided the big bike around long sweeps of road, up and over rocky hills, and out onto a high plain. He parked up by a ridge.
She sensed that he wanted to talk, as did she. There were things that she needed to have said, things she needed to know, along with some things that she wanted to hear. But not yet.
She watched his eyes flicker in the twilight. He took her face in his hands and looked in her eyes a long time. She opened her arms and reached for him. He gathered her up to him, bringing her face to his. Their lips took nips and tastes of each other, both holding back, both straining.
Her mouth opened to him. His tongue met hers and mingled. Their heat melted and melded them together.
His chest muscles and biceps vibrated with his shaky breath.. Her breath shook, too. As he pressed into her, her foot slipped on the dirt and her eyes widened. In that moment, she was even more in his power than she had been, locked in the tiny room. There was no one here. No one for miles. There were only him and her.
She bit her lip and sighed as he pushed her to the ground. She wanted to be lost in him, swept away. She wanted everything obliterated. Here in the hot, dry desert breeze was perfect.
“Make it all go away,” she whispered. His strong arms held her down, pressed between her breasts, and reached up to her throat.
“Only protect me,” her voice trembled.
He seized her. He pulled off her clothes and he opened her.
He breathed her, tasted her. His hair brushed the soft skin inside her thighs. He ate greedily between her quivering lips and folds, and up to the base of her nub. His tongue flicked, vibrated with moans, and lapped hungrily. He made her hips writhe and thrash, and he held her down.
He pushed and drove the flow of her rhythm. He licked, sucked, and forced his sensual, muscular tongue up into her walls to push and press high inside at the front. Currents thrashed and beat within her, jagged splinters of lightning that sparked and spread out in unbearably delicious spasms.
Her back stretched and her feet stamped on the dirt beneath her. He was pitiless. His strong lips tenderly took her inside and out, rocked, rode and ravished her. At last, he pressed and sucked her into a deep, hard, slowing beat. She crushed his head between her thighs, she crested, cried, and felt herself gush into his waiting lips.
She quivered, shook into his mouth, and her body thrummed.
Then he lifted her hips and his huge shaft drove into her, stretched her and filled her. Her soft, wet flesh was dragged apart around his hard, beating rod. On his knees, he held her hips up and her head thrashed from side to side. Her mouth opened as she watched the glistening skin tense over his terrifyingly perfect body.
She watched as his body rolled in rhythm, his hips snaked and his muscles rippled. She watched his stomach clench. Her body furled and flowed, the force following faster and finding her currents crash, brim, burble, and burst into torrents of wave after wave, crashing, splashing, and exploding from the powerful shaking in her core to the wild clench of her fingers and the cramping crunch of her toes.
She watched his brow knot while as his rhythm overtook him and he pulsed unbearably hard inside her. Her eyes watered and her mouth opened wordlessly as his hot bolts beat and fountained into her, through her, and filled her.
Epilogue
For a long time, they didn’t speak.
She had never known anything like it, felt anything like it, or even considered wanting anything like it. The desert was the perfect place. This man, this biker, was the perfect man for her.
She was lost between crying inside for how shocked and horrified she was, and weeping for how childishly complete it had made her feel. She wasn’t sure that she could ever live a day in her life without it.
His eyes narrowed and he chewed his lip as he looked into her face. “Okay. I’m going to send a text ahead.” She smiled to see that he pulled out an iPhone, out-of-date, just like hers. Identical, only his was black, of course, and hers was white.
They dressed. He climbed back onto the bike and fired up the engine again. As she climbed on behind him, she asked him his name, unsure if she really wanted to know. She didn’t hear his answer as the machine sprang forward beneath her.
She hung on tight behind him and put her arms around his strong body, felt him swing and sway the heavy two-wheeled beast. Something tugged at the corner of her mind. She’d probably never see her own iPhone again.
They were headed across the red and brown desert plain when the thoughts came together for her. On that first day, in the warehouse, when he called her Daddy, how had he been able to use her iPhone? There’s a passcode. How did he get by that?
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