Secret Desires (Roughshod Rollers MC Book 4)

by Mia Ford

  When we pull back, I’m breathless from the rollercoaster of emotions we just shared.

  “You’re the only one in the world I would trust,” Ethan says quietly. “I need you, Georgia. Even if it’s terrifying to not know what will happen next, I can’t let you go.”

  I kiss him again, this time fiercely and desperately. Ethan moans into it as I lightly bite his lip, rubbing the skin between my teeth. I pull his tongue into my mouth and suck on it. Ethan’s hands are on my waist and, before I know what I’m doing, I’m out of my chair and straddling his legs, pushing us closer together. Ethan’s hands sneak under my robe and I feel his breath catch as he realizes that I’m still naked underneath.

  When we pull away, we’re both breathing hard and Ethan’s pupils are dilated.

  “I’ll never let you go,” I promise. “I need you, too.”

  One of Ethan’s hands is under my robe, rubbing soft circles on my stomach. The feel of his calloused fingers makes my nerves spark, and I roll my hips on his lap with a groan, feeling how Ethan’s cock is beginning to stir in the light sleep pants he threw on to take Lily to school. I run my hands up his clothed chest; he’s wearing the same, tight white shirt from last night.

  “I want you,” I say. “Now.”

  We clash in a fierce kiss, biting and licking, desperate and animalistic. It’s aggressive and demanding as we push and pull at each other. A possessive feeling rises up in me, the same feeling that I felt last night when I pushed Ethan up against his bedroom door, but it’s so much stronger this time, now that Ethan has finally decided that we can be together.

  He’s mine.

  I want to claim him in every way possible, and to be claimed by him. I lock my thighs around his legs, and the chair creaks under us as we move, our hands flying everywhere. Ethan is ripping at the robe, tugging it open, and I’m pulling his shirt up over his chest, our kiss breaking for only a moment so I can jerk it over his head.

  Ethan’s touches are equally hard and fierce. I wonder if he’s feeling the same way I am, needing to touch and feel and possess.

  “Fuck, Georgia,” Ethan gasps, pulling out of the kiss. “We need to move.”

  I kiss down his neck. Move? Logically, I know that’s a good idea, we can’t have sex on this old, creaking chair. But I’m loathe to pull away from Ethan for even a single moment as I press our bare chests together, the robe still on but only hanging from the crooks of my elbows. It hangs around us, but I’m barely aware of it as heat builds and settles into my skin, pulsing between us.

  I slip my hands lower, sliding them underneath the hem of his pants. I meet bare skin and I pull back from his neck, brushing my fingers lightly, teasingly against his twitching cock.

  “Commando, Ethan?” I purr.

  “I was only driving,” Ethan groans. “I just threw on clothes. You’re one to talk. All you’re wearing is my robe.” His hands grip my hips and he pulls me closer, his voice lowering to a growl. “You look good in my clothes.”

  His hands travel up, pinching and kneading my breasts. I’m so wet and hot for him right now that I can barely breathe, more than ready to burst. It isn’t just that he’s touching me, it’s everything that has led up to this moment.

  It’s been ten years since Polly left Ethan. Thirteen years since I first realized something was different about the way I felt about him. The road to get to this point has been really damn long, with no apparent end in sight.

  Yet, now, here we are. Ethan is touching me, and he’s chosen me. He wants me to stay by his side and love him. He wants to love me back. That’s the most overwhelming thing about all this. I remember telling Hayley that I was frightened of everything changing, and I still am.

  But if I get to experience those changes with Ethan? Then I think it’s okay.

  The chair under us wobbles slightly and Ethan abruptly stands. My robe falls to the ground and legs wind automatically around his waist while my hands grip his shoulders so that I don’t fall. I can feel his hard cock against my thigh through the thin material of his pants, and I rub myself on him, grinning as he groans deeply and almost stumbles.

  “Fuck,” he hisses. “That feels good.”

  “I’ll make you feel even better,” I promise, breathing into his ear, and I feel a shudder wrack his body. He begins to walk, carrying me. “Where are we going?”

  He doesn’t answer. I rub myself against him again in response, feeling his cock bouncing against me, and dig my nails into his shoulder. Ethan groans and falters again as we pass through the living room. He turns and drops me down so I’m sitting on the soft couch, bracing himself over me.

  “Fucking tease,” he says roughly.

  I hook my leg around his knee and pull him in so he can stand between my open legs. I tug at the elastic hem of his pants.

  “These need to come off,” I say. “I want to feel you.”

  I pull his pants down and let them drop to the floor. Ethan steps out of them and kicks them away. He reaches out, burying his hands in my hair, rubbing his fingers over my scalp, and my eyes flutter closed; it feels so good when he touches my hair like this. I feel his lips on my jaw and then my neck, and I tilt my head backward so that he can press kisses down my neck and to my collar, when he suddenly bites the skin.

  I gasp sharply and I feel him smile against me as he keeps moving around my throat, grazing his teeth against me or nipping at my pulse. The touches are light and unsatisfying, but they set my nerves on fire. I swallow roughly as Ethan tugs lightly on my hair, pulling my head back even further, and he licks at the base of my throat, lapping at the salty sweat that has begun forming on my skin. I groan and the sound rumbles against Ethan’s lips.

  It’s almost way too much. I grip onto Ethan’s shoulders as an anchor, needing something to keep me grounded before I fly away with the pleasure he’s causing. I’m trying to catch my breath, but my chest is heaving and I’m already at the edge just from the feel of his touch alone. I try and pull him in even closer. I want far more than this.

  “Please, Ethan, I want to feel you as you fuck me,” I groan.

  “Soon,” Ethan promises. “I’m going to touch you first, and explore your body, inside and out.”

  My head hits the back of the couch and I groan again. I teased him to the brink and then over it last night. Now he’s doing the same to me.

  All I can do is hold on and feel, now.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Ethan

  Georgia is writhing beneath me, her chest rising and falling quickly as she pants. It’s thrilling to watch her fall apart under my touch, knowing that she’s reacting so intensely because I’m the one that’s with her. For me, the feel of her body is just as intense and addictive, and I struggle not to just grab her and take her, wanting to feel her muscles wrapped around me as I sink deeply within her.

  But I want this to last. Now that things are settled within my mind, I want to feel this for as long as I can, until neither of us can take it any longer. I want to explore every square inch of Georgia’s body, find all the sensitive spots that make her gasp and groan, and find all the freckles, beauty marks and scars that adorn her skin. I want to know her body as intimately as I know mine.

  Already, I’ve discovered parts of her that I didn’t know about. There’s a thin, white line on her skin, and I remember that from when she was thirteen, when she and I were stupidly playing around a junkyard and Georgia slipped on some metal sheets. There’s a dark birthmark on her left ankle, a splotch of color that I’ve never seen before. She has three freckles on her right shoulder. There’s a raised scar on her elbow, one that isn’t too old, that I don’t know anything about, and I make a note, in the back of my mind, to ask her about it.

  I’m mapping out her body, remembering stories and finding parts of her that I hadn’t known existed before. Every mark I recognize has a story behind it, and it reminds me just how deeply we’re connected, evoking the day when we met each other, two children that had nothing to do other than
play with each other while their parents conducted business. My father did very little good for me in my life, but giving me the opportunity to meet Georgia when he had business with her parents is the one thing that I can give him credit for.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I whisper to Georgia, slipping a hand behind her and running it lightly down her spine, feeling each bump. “You should see yourself now, so ready and eager for me. What do you want, Georgia?”

  “Touch me,” she groans, opening her eyes to look up at me. “Fuck me.”

  We’ll get to that. But there’s so much more that I want to see of her. I kneel down between her legs, running my hands up her thighs. There’s another scar here, long and thin, and I remember her falling off her bike when she was eleven, and the panic of my fifteen-year-old self as blood went everywhere. I’d cradled her as I screamed for my mother, and we rushed her to the hospital where she got stitches.

  So many memories. I can barely remember what my life was like before I met Georgia. Sometimes my memories can be muddled, and it feels like she was always there. My life, miserable and dark at the hands of my father, had lit up with color when Georgia came into it.

  “I’m an idiot,” I whisper to myself.

  How could I have never realized just how much Georgia meant to me. Part of me wishes that Georgia was closer to my age. If she had been a little older, then maybe things would have been different when I met Polly. But she was still so young at the time, and I fell into Polly’s clutches.

  I don’t regret the way my life has gone. I got Lily out of it, after all. But, as I touch Georgia and think about the love in her eyes when she looks at me, I wish some things had been different.

  Georgia’s arms wind around my neck, and she pulls herself up slightly. Slowly, she presses her lips against mine in a soft kiss, so different from the fierce, possessive ones we shared earlier.

  “Yeah,” she breathes. “But now you’re my idiot.”

  I like the sound of that. It feels like I’ve been absolved of all the mistakes I’ve made up to now, though I know I still have a hell of a lot to make up for now that I know what Georgia has gone through to stay at my side this entire time. Maybe it has taken us far too long to get to this point. But that doesn’t matter, because we’re here now, and there’s nowhere else I want to be.

  Overwhelmed by my own feelings for a moment, I press my forehead to Georgia’s shoulder, trying to calm my racing heart. Perhaps understanding, Georgia arches her head down and presses a soft kiss to the top of my head and then leans her cheek against my hair. It’s sweet and soft, and I could stay like this forever.

  Then Georgia shifts and her leg brushes against my cock. In an instant the air around us turns thick and heavy once more, and I’m reminded of the throbbing pressure between my legs, desperate to feel Georgia. The moment is broken, so I bite the skin on Georgia’s shoulder lightly, making her gasp and pull back, my hands lowering to her hips.

  Then I settle down, nudging her knees apart, leaning down. Her entrance is fluttering eagerly, wanting so much more than I’m giving her right now. I blow on it and Georgia twitches, groaning.

  “You’re so eager,” I breathe.

  Georgia’s hands are in my hair, her fingers winding around the short strands. I lean in and blow again, make a long, guttural moan escape from her throat. I can smell the musk of her arousal, and see the gathering moisture that tells me how ready she is for me. Her legs twitch, falling even further apart as I come in closer and, before she can do anything else, lick a stripe right down her entrance, tasting the wetness that’s been expelled from her body.

  Georgia cries out, her entire body jerking, her grip on my hair becoming almost painful. I put my mouth on her, licking at the sensitive area, and then I wriggle the tip of my tongue inside her, feeling the way her muscles clench around it. Georgia chokes on a sob, and I grip her hips to stop her jerking around so much, mouthing at her folds as my tongue slips further inside.

  “Fuck!” Georgia half screams, her legs locking tightly around my chest. “Fuck, Ethan, fuck…”

  She’s degenerated to meaningless cries and words, too far gone to string a full sentence together. I suck on her, lapping at the wetness, feeling her inside muscles. I warned her that I wanted to explore her inside and out. I’m just following up on that promise now.

  “More, please,” Georgia pants. “Shit, please…”

  I push my tongue completely into her. It’s overwhelming, how tightly her body clings to me, and I can’t help but imagine how good this will feel around my cock. Georgia writhes, her hips making circling motions, trying to get more, and I thrust my tongue out and then back in, licking at the inner walls of her body. It’s not enough for either of us, but Georgia still goes wild, panting and groaning, pulling on my hair. She can’t seem to make up her mind if she wants to pull me back so I can give her something more, if she wants to push me closer, not wanting me to stop. Her nails scrape against my scalp, and she’s half sobbing, her body twitching and shaking as I continue to spear her with my tongue, lapping at her and feeling the way her body clenches and loosens, trying to take more of me in.

  Finally I pull back, but I’m not finished. Her vagina is wet now with my saliva, and I circle her entrance with my finger, teasing her before dipping it in, watching the way her body swallows the digit. I crook my finger inside her, massaging the walls, searching for that spot that will make her scream. Suddenly, her body jerks and I know I’ve found it.

  “Please,” she sobs. “Oh god, Ethan, it’s too much, just fuck me already.”

  “Soon,” I promise.

  But she’s not the only one who can’t hold out much longer. I want to keep teasing her, but my cock is painfully hard, needing to be inside her. I thrust another finger into her body and then a third, setting a brief, punishing pace as I pull them in and out of her, striking that spot each time as she writhes and gabbles, not even saying any recognizable words anymore. She’s so far gone and I love it. I want to see more of it and feel the way her body moves against mine, watching as it so eagerly accepts me inside of her. But I know that this isn’t enough for her, that she wants my cock, bigger and thicker, inside her.

  I want it inside her, too.

  I pull my fingers away from her and get up. Georgia’s body is limp now, and she looks up at me, completely wrecked, her chest heaving. But her eyes spark as she sees me move, and she wraps her legs around my waist, her eyes meeting mine.

  “Fuck me,” she demands.

  This time, I’ll obey. We’re at the end now, and neither of us can draw it out any longer. I push slowly into her, gasping at the way she clenches around me, needing to pause before I orgasm right now, already on edge from watching the way Georgia reacted to my touch. Georgia groans deeply and I push into her in one smooth movement until I’m fully seated in her body, our groins touching. I brace my arms against the back of the chair on either side of Georgia’s head, my legs already trembling from the overpowering feeling of her body wrapping around my cock.

  “Move,” Georgia whispers, wriggling under me.

  There’s no way I can hold back any longer. I pull out of her and snap my hips back, driving deeply inside her. There’s no more teasing now. We’re both too far gone to do anything more than move against each other, chasing the release that isn’t too far away.

  “You feel so fucking good,” I pant as I drive my cock into her, her legs wrapped around me and her fingers clenched on my arms. “I can feel every part of you as I fuck you.”

  Georgia groans at my words, her eyes rolling back as I angle my thrusts to once more find that sweet spot. Fire is building around us, flaring into an inferno that steals my breath and makes sweat pour down my face. There’s only Georgia and me now, and there’s nothing else in the world that matters more than the woman beneath me, her body so responsive to my every touch and movement.

  My hips snap forward desperately, chasing the orgasm building in me. There isn’t much more left in me, and I feel th
e way Georgia’s hips meet mine in time with my thrusts. Then, without warning, pleasure crashes over me. My body shudders and, beneath me, I feel Georgia’s do the same, her body clenching so hard around me that she milks every drop out of mine. White covers my vision, and I lean forwards, my knees trembling with the force of it, trying to stay upright so I don’t fall on top of Georgia.

  Slowly the intense wave begins to fade. I inhale deeply and pull back, wavering slightly before dropping down onto the couch beside Georgia, still trembling as sparks dance across my skin. I close my eyes for a moment, trying to catch my breath.

  Slowly, I lean on Georgia, panting, my side pressed against hers. I feel light and loose. Any worries that I still had are long gone; this is where I want to be. It’s amazing that I still have the chance to fall in love once more.

  But, then, I started falling in love with Georgia a long time ago, apparently. I just needed to open my eyes to see that.

  I look over at Georgia. There’s a small smile at her lips and I reach out to brush some of her sweaty curls away. She turns her head to look at me. I recognize the smile she’s giving me because it’s the same smile she’s always given me. She’s always looked at me with that love in her eyes, and I really am such a fool for never recognizing it.

  I’ve had the perfect woman by my side for years, and I almost lost her because I was so blind.

  “Do you have work?” I ask her.

  “No,” she says contentedly. “Not today.”

  I smile. It means that I have her to myself all day.

  “Movie night tonight?” I ask. “Lily missed you yesterday.”

  She gives me a side glance. “Did you?”

  I laugh softly and lean over to press a soft kiss to her lips.