“Why? Are we going to work out at the gym?” I giggled.
With a shit-eating gin, he leaned back to look around the door again. “Something like that.”
Suddenly realizing what he was talking about, I felt my face flame. It was only one of the curses of having fair skin. “Oh, umm, yeah.”
Fascinated by the gorgeous man who obviously knew his way around a kitchen, I raptly watched him. Like the most skilled chef, he chopped vegetables and chicken before tossing them in a wok that he had preheated. I almost fell over when he cleaned his prep area as the food cooked. A man who cleaned up after himself, the fabled unicorn amongst men.
As it sizzled and filled the kitchen with the most amazing aroma, I wondered if I should tell him I hated vegetables.
“Let’s eat,” he announced after he had plated the food.
Embarrassed about my picky palate, I slipped down from the counter and joined him at the smaller table in the eat-in kitchen. “So I didn’t have the heart to tell you. I hate veggies. I’m sorry.” The admission had me grimacing.
He froze with his forkful of food poised in front of his open mouth. That same fork clattered on his plate when his hand dropped. “Why didn’t you say something before? I would’ve made you something different.”
“Well, I’d already eaten, and I didn’t want to be a pain.” My admission came out in a small voice.
“Gwen. I would’ve made you something. I wouldn’t have minded.”
“But I would. It’s okay.” I picked up my fork and moved the food around to locate a bite of chicken. Popping it in my mouth, I closed my eyes and experienced what could only be described as a food-gasm. Flavor burst across my tongue, and I knew I’d never be the same.
“Fuck, woman. You need to stop with the moaning.” A hand slipped down, and he appeared to be adjusting himself. A pained expression crossed his handsome face.
“I can’t help it. This is the best chicken I’ve ever tasted.”
“Well, thanks, but you’re killing me here. Maybe you should try some of the veggies to counteract the decidedly sexual sounds the chicken is causing you to make.”
Heat crept over my cheeks again. Clearing my throat, I closed my eyes and poked a piece of chicken, then some random veggies. I didn’t want to know what they were, so I figured if I didn’t see it, I might be able to tolerate it mixed with the meat. Fingers crossed, I opened and placed the food in my waiting piehole.
“Holy shit!” I mumbled around the bite of food. “This is sooooo goooood.”
“That is not helping.”
My eyes popped open, and we stared at each other as we slowly chewed. Then we swallowed at the same time. Both of us were breathing heavier as we continued to look at the other, then at our food.
After that, we both dug in with a voracious appetite and a drive to finish the food. I set my fork down right after he did. To say I was shocked to note I had actually eaten an entire plate of stir-fry vegetables and chicken would’ve been putting it mildly.
Without a word, he took the plates, set them in the sink, then returned to me.
“Come here,” he demanded as he held a hand out.
I placed my palm in his, and a zing shot from where we made contact, up my arm, and straight to my heart, where it sent my pulse racing. The heat of his gaze was damn near setting me on fire as he tugged me to my feet.
“Oh!” I exclaimed in surprise when instead of taking me to his bedroom, he set me on the table. Before I could bat an eye, his mouth was devouring mine much as we’d inhaled the food. Our hands were wild. We were insatiable as we pulled and ripped each other’s clothes off.
Unceremoniously, he dumped me back on the table and slid my ass to the edge. Lifting my head to see what he was doing, I was shocked to see him slide his chair up and sit.
“Time for dessert,” he murmured with a wicked gleam in his eyes. When his lips closed around that glorious little bud, my head fell back to the table, and my hands shot forward to grab his hair. He’d pulled it up into a small ponytail for work, and my fingers quickly destroyed the neat collection of his long locks.
He didn’t stop his wicked torture of my nether regions until I was coming all over his face. Heels digging into his back and fingers pulling on his hair, I screamed his name. “Maddox! Oh my God! Maddox!”
No one had ever made me come like that. Mitch had been more worried about himself, so to be so worshipped was intoxicating. Floating above the earth, buoyant and replete, I rode the waves of ecstasy and reveled in the newfound pleasure.
It seemed to take forever before the euphoria faded, because he continued to lick, circle, and suck, riding out the storm he’d stirred up within me. “Mmmmmmmm” was all I could get out. My brain was absolute mush.
By the time it dawned on me that his face wasn’t between my legs anymore, he’d replaced it with his incredibly thick shaft. Strong fingers dug into my hips and ass as he held me in place for the deep thrusts he started as soon as he’d filled me.
Digging my heels into his ass, I silently encouraged him. Okay, there was nothing silent about it, because I let loose a mindless babbling cacophony of “yes, there,” and “harder,” along with multiple other words of encouragement.
When he roared out his release and his hot come painted my belly and ran down my thighs to the table, I was winded and my hair was sticking to my face and neck. I’d also had three of the most fantastic orgasms of my life.
“Goddamn, you are so fucking beautiful. I’ll never look at this table the same again,” he said in breathless wonder. “I’ll forever see you here with your mass of silky, strawberry hair spread across your chest and the table, your wet pussy wrapped around my cock. I’ll be fucked if anyone else is here too.”
Though he chuckled, I couldn’t help but wonder if he was talking about guests who would eat at the table. That train of thought had my face burning and slight mortification seeping in. Then I wondered, what if it was another woman? I’d be a big, fat liar if I said that didn’t have the green-eyed monster sneaking up again, complete with claws.
Before I could examine those thoughts too much, he’d scooped me up and carried me to his bedroom. The little I got to see of it was classy and very masculine, but we went quickly through and into the bathroom. He kicked the door shut, then set me in front of the shower.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said as he turned on the water. Once he was satisfied with the temperature, we stepped into the open-bay luxury shower that I’d damn near kill to have. I’m talking shower heads from the walls, ceiling, everywhere. It was like being in a rainforest. Warm and cozy.
Gently, his rough hands washed my hair and body as if I was the most precious thing in the world. He even rinsed me and finger combed the lengths of my hair.
“Can I clean you too?” I asked mischievously while lathering up the spicy-smelling shower gel in my hands.
“Sure.” He chuckled, spreading his arms out to give me free rein. Glee rose within me as I slipped my soapy hands over the rises and dips of his muscles. I traced the lines of his tattoos, up his arms, across his chest, over his rippled abs. Finally, I wrapped my hands around his mostly flaccid length.
Intrigued, I studied its shape, texture, and the way it was slowly hardening with each stroke of my slippery hands. Amazed, I allowed the soap to completely wash away, but left my hands around it.
“You’re getting hard again,” I whispered in amazement.
For once in my life, I really wished I was more worldly. Instead of the prim and inexperienced schoolteacher, I wanted to be a seductive siren. “Teach me how to pleasure you?”
At my question, his eyes, which had fallen closed, popped open. Bright blue in the steamy shower, they stared at me as ragged breaths sawed in and out of him. His chest rose and fell as his nostrils flared.
“Fuck, Gwen,” rasped out of him.
Keeping my hands on his firm body, I knelt at his feet. I’d honestly never had the desire to place a man’s you-know-what i
n my mouth. Ever. But with him, I wanted to return the pleasure he’d given me. I wanted to see him lose control at my hands and mouth the way he made me fall apart.
Tentatively, I leaned in. Unsure, I allowed the soft tip to skim over my lips. His sharply inhaled breath encouraged me though, and I moved my parted lips up the sides and back to the tip. The slick, smooth skin was satisfying against mine.
Gaining confidence, I opened my mouth and curled my tongue around the head. At his sucked in gasp, I looked up at him and our eyes locked. Becoming more brazen with every silent second, I pushed my head closer and swallowed his length until I couldn’t fit anymore.
“Yes. Like that,” he groaned.
Water ran down over my face in tiny waterfalls, distorting my vision until I blinked it away. Still, our eyes remained focused on each other. Both of my hands wrapped around his base, allowing me to take the remaining length in and out of my mouth, and I sucked.
Hard.
His hands dropped from the shower walls and tangled in my hair. Though I expected it with the way he grabbed me, he didn’t force himself down my throat, he merely cradled my head in his hands and guided me. He taught me the pace and the angles that brought him the greatest sensation. Gazing up at him, I reveled in it; in the dominance that I gained even though I rested on my knees.
“Gwen, you need to stop,” he choked out, but I wasn’t ready to give up my position of power. Narrowing my eyes, I held him tight when he attempted to pull me off.
“Fuck, Gwen, I’m going to come in your mouth if you don’t let go.” The uneven quality of his words drove me forward, and I hollowed out my cheeks. Drawing him deeper, I swallowed as he succumbed to my ministrations and his fingers pulled at my wet hair. Groaning through his teeth, he allowed me to have my way as warm, salty spurts hit the back of my tongue.
Every drop was mine. I’d done that. I’d pushed this beast of a man over the edge to the point of no control. The tangy warmth that continued to fill my mouth, my proof. His jerky movements and ragged breaths, his testament to my abilities.
Through it all, our eye contact held.
When he couldn’t handle any more, he pulled me upright, and his tongue invaded my mouth. There was no way he couldn’t taste himself on my lips. Strong arms wrapped around me, cradling me and thanking me without words. My hands framed his face, holding him, touching the coarseness of his short beard, owning him as much as he owned me.
When we finally broke for air, he leaned down to press his forehead to mine. “Jesus Christ, that was… fucking A, that was indescribable.”
High on my ability to steal his words, I realized it may be too late to guard my heart.
“Undone”—Aranda
In that shower, she’d wrecked me.
Demolished any walls I’d constructed after Grace’s betrayal.
It left me feeling like there was a freight train barreling toward me but with no desire to move out of the way. Instead, I welcomed the collision.
“Gwen,” I kissed her again, unable to be separated from her for long. “Fuck, baby, I….” Swallowing the words that nearly slipped from my mouth in another kiss, I realized how strongly this wisp of a woman had captured me.
Destroyed me, yet saved me.
Legs shaking, I turned off the water and grabbed the towel I had flipped over the top of the shower wall. After drying her, I dried myself. “Wait a minute,” I told her as I wrapped the towel around my waist. Quickly, so she wouldn’t get too cold, I grabbed her a clean towel and wrapped it around her.
I lifted her in my arms and carried her to my king-size bed. With one arm, I held her close to my chest. The other tugged the covers back so I could tuck her in under them. Then I used her towel to dry her hair.
Once I was satisfied it was as dry as I could get it, I slid her over and climbed in next to her. Unable to keep my hands off her, I trailed my fingers over her silky skin. “Where the hell have you been all my life?” I grinned.
Her shy smile was sweet as honey and I needed to taste it. When we came up for air, she said, “In Leander, Texas.”
Breathless, her answer had me laughing. I propped my head on my bent arm to watch her as I continued to touch her. “I have a family get-together tomorrow. Come with me?”
“You want me to meet your family?” she asked me with wide eyes.
“It’s my club, but yeah, it’s my family.”
“All those bikers that you were with in Galveston?” She swallowed hard.
“Well, some of them. Not all of them were from my chapter. On Sundays we get together and have a barbecue. I want you to go with me. Please?” I tucked a damp strand of hair behind her ear.
For a few moments her eyes traveled back and forth between mine, then she nodded. “So after Galveston, I watched some documentaries about motorcycle clubs. It’s not going to be, um, rowdy and full of drugs, is it?”
Her nervousness and misconceptions had me chuckling, “No, Gwen, it’s not like that. We’re a bunch of friends that are more like family. That’s it.”
Blinking up at me uncertainly, she finally bit her lip, then said, “Okay.”
I grinned like a fool and turned off the bedside lamp. Once I had her tucked into the front of my body, I was out like a light.
The pan of my famous potatoes was in the back seat, and the best thing to enter my life was in the front. We were running a little late because we were insatiable and couldn’t keep our hands to ourselves.
By the time we pulled up to the clubhouse, everyone was already there. Knowing I was going to catch a mouthful of shit for it, I delayed. I pulled her over the console and onto my lap.
“What are you doing?” She laughed.
“Stealing a few extra minutes of you while I still have you to myself.”
The laughter that rose from her throat made my heart flutter and feel weird. For the hundredth time since meeting her, I wondered if that’s what love felt like. It seemed crazy though. We’d known each other for such a short period of time.
I’d thought I was in love once. What a joke that had turned out to be.
A loud knock on the glass had us both jumping. “Shit!”
Laughter outside the window gave Check away as the culprit, and I wanted to deck his ass. Little motherfucker.
“Well, I guess it’s time to head in.” Usually, I looked forward to our Sunday get-togethers. This time I begrudged it for cutting into my time with Gwen. Whatever it was, I was wrapped up in her. Probably more than I should be. “Let’s go.”
Opening the door, I shut the truck off. Then I climbed down, allowing her to slide down my body and over my hard cock. Her quiet whimper told me she knew exactly what I’d done, and it wasn’t lost on her.
“Styx,” she chided.
My answer was a knowing smirk. Then I whispered in her ear, “I’ll make it up to you later.”
“You better.” She narrowed her eyes at me, then stepped back. My lips tipped up, and she bit her lip to hold her smile in.
“You bring those famous potatoes of yours?” Check asked, trying to get a look over my shoulder to what I was getting out. Intentionally blocking his view, I grabbed the foil-covered pan and held it high above his head. At six foot five, I was four inches taller than him, and he had no hopes of seeing what was in the pan.
“Unless you’re going to climb me like a spider monkey, get out of the way, munchkin.”
“Munchkin?” He repeated in mock outrage. “Who you calling munchkin? Just because I’m not a giant like you, I’m no slouch.”
I held my other arm out for Gwen, and she stepped in to my side. “Check, meet Gwen. Gwen, meet my little asshole friend-slash-brother.”
Pouring on the charm, the little pretty-boy prick schmoozed up to her. “Hey there, beautiful. As this big dickhead said, I’m Check.”
Even though I knew he was harmless, when he took her hand in his and pressed a brief kiss to the back of it, I growled. Eating it up, he grinned wickedly at me and tucked her hand in the cro
ok of her arm, taking her from me and leading her inside.
“And as my handsome date said, I’m Gwen,” I heard her reply to him. She cast a questioning half smile over her shoulder. Though I hated it, I nodded that he was okay. He really was; I was simply being a possessive ass.
Check brought her into the warmth of the clubhouse. Like a puppy, I followed, staring unapologetically at the way her jeans hugged her perfectly rounded ass. Fuck, she was turning me into a puss.
“Hey, Check, who’s your date?” Slice hollered across the room from the bar. He and Truth had barely been patched a day. Their patches were still all shiny and new looking, but they were damn good brothers already.
“This is Gwen, everyone. I’m happy to say she’s agreed to be my wife!” he shouted as he looked over his shoulder at me with a mischievous look in his eyes.
“Like fuck!” It burst from my mouth before anyone could respond to his jest. Motherfucker better be joking, anyway, because I’d have to beat his ass if he thought for a second he had a chance with her. Brother or not, I’d fuck him up.
My outburst had a surprised and somewhat awkward silence descending on the previously jovial group. A couple of the guys cleared their throats, took a drink of beer, and looked away uncomfortably.
“Aww, come on, Styx. She looks prettier on my arm than on yours.” Check gave me a cheesy grin and waited for my response.
Gwen looked like she wasn’t sure if Check was kidding or not. Her gaze flickered from him to me. Her difficulty swallowing wasn’t lost on me. Poor girl was out of her element and wasn’t sure if a fight was going to break out.
“I give less than half a fuck about how she looks with you. Give me back my date or I’ll break your fucking computers.” My eyes narrowed at him, and a single brow rose.
Check laughed, kissed Gwen on the cheek, and untucked her hand from his arm. “Listen to this guy. Most people would threaten to break someone’s knees. He threatens my babies because he knows that would hurt me worse than a couple of broken kneecaps.”
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