by Evie Monroe
“Ouch!” I yelped and went flying.
Before I could even think, or put my hands out to break my fall, Hart wheeled back inside, caught me in his arms and lifted me against his chest. Out of breath, I murmured, “Thanks.”
“You don’t trip, huh?”
“Well, I—”
Now he was way too close for comfort. Touching me. Holding me. And he didn’t appear to want to let go. He plucked and lifted a little of the fabric of my pink scrubs shirt off my collarbone. “You going to work? What do you do?” I was panting like a dog in heat. Dogs. Right. “Um, oh. I’m a vet tech.”
A smile rose between his cinnamon whiskers, the hint of pure white teeth. He was delicious. I inhaled deeply again and nearly licked my lips.
Then I realized I was in his arms, and he was staring at my lips now, like they were his last meal. I struggled to find my footing and get out of his way. He set me upright, on my own feet, and I went to fluff my hair and explain that usually I didn’t, but when I turned to look at him, the intention in his eyes was too much to resist.
He slammed his mouth on mine. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He even tastes delicious.
The force of it pushed me backward, and I was stumbling all over the apartment, but I didn’t care. He pushed me up against the nearest wall and dove into my mouth, his tongue hard and insistent.
And that was when it hit me. This monster of a man was kissing me.
Not kissing. Devouring. As much as I wanted to say no and push him away, a part of me couldn’t get enough. I didn’t know if we could have stopped. If a freight train could’ve torn us apart. He went all in, open-mouthed, so I opened my mouth too and let him feed me his tongue, fuck me with his tongue.
My world upended. I’d never been kissed like this before. He ground his powerful body into me as he caged me against the now-closed front door, totally owning me.
He broke the kiss with a tortured breath and gazed at me with heavy-lidded, hungry eyes. “You want me,” he breathed into my neck.
It was more of a statement than a question, and he knew the answer. All I could do was nod like a bobble-head. But he wasn’t waiting for my permission. He kissed me deeper, harder, his hands roving up my sides to my breasts. I slid my tongue into his mouth to taste him, and before I could get my fill, he reached down and lifted me up, upending my world and making me dizzy.
I gasped into his mouth as I felt him walking me down the hall. Like he owned the place.
I didn’t have any doubt. He was taking me to bed.
He didn’t need directions. He got me inside my bedroom and closed the door with his foot. I heard Ernie whine outside as I never went to bed without including them, my favorite pillows. But for the first time, I didn’t care. I’d been living in this apartment for years and not once had I ever fucked on my bed.
Fuck it. I was going to do it, now. In my apartment. Like a real, fucking adult.
He dropped me on my neatly made, flowered comforter. A second later, he reached for the tie of my pants, and undid it with one easy pull. Then, lifting my legs, he pulled my loose pants to my ankles, lifted them off, and tossed them over his shoulder. I sat up on my elbows, reaching for his jeans. I opened the snap and unzipped his pants, then I slipped my hand in there and pulled his dick out
Before I could wrap my fingers around it completely, he slid a hand under the small of my back and flipped me around, like a dog, so that I was on my hands and knees, my face in the comforter. He leaned over me, and I felt the length of his cock brush the crack of my ass, slowly, making my body flare with tingles. He felt so good. “You want this? You want me inside you?”
A nod again, one I wasn’t sure my brain had control of. My body was calling the shots now.
The next thing I knew, I heard the rip of a condom package. So prepared. I was too far gone to be thinking rationally, so I was glad he was, even though every pore was screaming, Give it to me! Now! Fuck the consequences.
And then he did. He pushed inside me, so hard I let out all the air in my lungs in one gasp. He didn’t stay in for long. He fucked me hard, grabbing my ponytail. He leaned over and bit my ear. “This what you wanted?” his voice was a hard rasp.
The nod again.
“Yeah? Say something.”
“Ye-es!” I said, my voice broken by the way he was riding me, so hard and rhythmic, I felt equal amounts pain and pleasure. His hot skin against mine, his enormous cock. I wasn’t one to ever get pleasure from sex with another man. Honestly didn’t know that I could, which was probably why I hadn’t had it in years.
But this man? He’d broken that barrier. Now, I was heading full-steam ahead to my very first from-intercourse orgasm.
My toes and fingers went numb as all sensation began to center on the place where he met me, again and again and again. He gripped me around my belly and dragged me closer, still pulling my ponytail taut, but I pressed my face against my comforter and let out a strangled scream as it reached a fever pitch and I went off.
When I did, he changed rhythm, gripping me to him, then slowly feeding me his cock, inch by inch, like he was savoring the way my body contracted around his. Then he picked up rhythm again, growled, lifted me up, and set me down on my back as he came. He pumped again, retriggering my orgasm and making me feel like I’d lost every bone in my body.
When he finished, I was aware he was looking at me, his face in my face, all I could see . . . and yet I couldn’t meet his eyes. I looked at his chin, and at the space between us, as he pulled out and sat on the mattress.
I sat up and reached for my pants. “I . . . don’t know what just happened.”
He chuckled in that same, easy way. “I think it’s called fucking.”
Uh, duh. Actually, the whole thing was a great big duh. What the fuck was I thinking only five minutes ago? I was insane. “Yes, but I don’t do that.”
“You saying you didn’t enjoy yourself?” He looked back at me, but I averted his eyes again. “I know you did.”
He was right, I definitely did. It wasn’t insane. It was . . . good. He’d given me exactly what I needed, right when I needed it. And I wanted it. I couldn’t resist it. But how some man I barely met, a man I actually hated, could do that to me . . . well, it just went to show that my sex life was ridiculously fucked up.
“It’s . . . fine.” I didn’t want to give him too much credit. Everything about him—from that sexy smirk to that attitude-strut of his, told me he knew he had magical fucking powers. “I’m just trying to explain to you that I don’t know what came over me. I’m not one to have sex with people I just met.” Not unless they’re paying.
He peeled the condom off his dick and, twisting it closed, zipped up his pants and pulled the front hem of his shirt down, like he was ready to leave.
“That’s all right,” he called after me.
Was he fucking kidding me? I grabbed my pants and jumped into them, both feet at once, then rushed to follow him. I found him in the kitchen, looking around for the trash. “I wasn’t apologizing,” I snapped.
He held up the used condom by the top. “Little help?”
I pointed under the sink. Then I realized that even though Jojo wasn’t fond of throwing things away, if he found that condom, or—where the fuck was the wrapper?—he’d throttle me. He’d brought this guy home, I’d told him to stay away from him, and . . . then I went and rubbed myself all over him like a horny fucking nymph.
“Just . . .” I rushed to him and took the condom, then opened the trash and stuffed it way down in the bottom, under the morning’s coffee grounds. “Do not tell Jojo.”
“Wouldn’t think of telling Jojo,” he said with a smirk. “Hell. You really got some leash on him.”
I frowned. “Obviously not a short enough one, considering he’s been hanging out with the likes of you.”
“And I’m so bad? I just had my cock inside you, baby. Made you cream all over me. There’s got to be something about the likes of me that you like.”
I shoved
the trashcan closed and looked up at him. He was giving me that same, smug smirk, those light eyes boring into me, nailing me against the wall. “Nope.”
He raised an eyebrow.
I crossed my arms. “I was really hard up. That’s all. So thanks for the O. But that’s all I needed.”
He gave me a suspicious look. “Oh, yeah? No boyfriend? No hot veterinarians where you work?”
I shook my head. “I don’t have time for a man.”
“You just did. It didn’t take that long, did it?”
Yeah. It’d taken about fifteen minutes from the time I’d come up to the bathroom to the time he was pulling out of me. I’m not sure I could’ve even accomplished that with my very best vibrator. I felt my face blushing as I was drawn back there, and suddenly it hit me. I had to be at work. I looked at the clock on the oven. “Shit. I’ve got to get to work.”
I started to rush past him, but he spread one thick, muscle-bound arm across the doorway, effectively barring my way. I pushed on it, but it didn’t budge.
“What are you . . . I’ve got to go.”
“You ever been late?”
“No, and I don’t plan to,” I said, as he put a finger under my chin and tilted my face up to his.
“You know what’s better than a good O, baby?”
I shook my head, my pulse racing in anticipation at finding out.
“Two of them. And I think you can be a little late, baby,” he said.
This time, when he swept in to capture my lips, he brushed his across them gently, licking, playing, teasing.
And I knew I was never going to make it into work on time.
Chapter Eleven
Hart
I didn’t have another condom.
That was all right.
There was something so sexy about Charlotte when she finally let go and came. Her face got all tense and then this sweet look of pure relaxation passed over her, finally, for the briefest of times, freeing her from that prison of a life she was in. So if this was my last chance to claim Jojo’s high-strung sister before she finally came to her senses, I wasn’t going to waste it.
I carried her back to her bedroom, closing the animals out, and stripped her completely naked.
This time, I stood back to appreciate her. She was fucking phenomenal. Easily the best looking girl I’d ever seen. I spread her legs and stood between her naked body as she gazed at me in eager anticipation, gnawing on her lip.
Sure, she never did this kind of thing. But I could already sense she was one of those girls. The ones who professed to be good, until I got them home and they became total freaks in bed.
My favorite kind.
I dove in, spreading her lips apart and zeroing right on her clit with my tongue. She let out a gasp and tried to close her legs, but I held them firm.
“I don’t . . .” she started, but I silenced her by sucking the little nub into my mouth, running my tongue over it.
She had no other protest after that. A second later, she had her feet on my shoulders and was lifting her ass up to meet my face, grinding herself into me.
She tasted sweet. I loved that this girl who hated me so much was so wet and ready for me. I loved the little whimpers she made. I could fucking do this all day.
The moment she started to come, I pushed my finger up into her hot, slick cunt, feeling her insides contract, again and again.
When she was done, she pushed up off of me. “All right, really, stop it,” she said, out of breath, and with no resignation at all. “I’ve got to get to work.”
I wiped her juices off my face with the back of my hand. “If you wanted me to stop, you could have told me before I made you come.”
She gave me a guilty look. Nah, she’d wanted it too much; she couldn’t deny it. She grabbed her pants, and pulled them on, glancing at the clock on the night table. “Ugh. I’m going to be so late.”
Her room was all pink and flowers, like a little kid. I sat on the bed and watched her as she grabbed a sweater from the closet. “Want a ride?”
She whirled. “On your death trap? No thanks, I’ll take my car.”
Right. “Sorry. Thought maybe coming a few times would dislodge that stick from your ass.”
She scowled at me. “Oh, is that what your plan was? Well, you’re wrong. Go and get my brother. Watch him, like you promised. Don’t let him out of your sight.”
I saluted.
“Seriously. If anything bad happens to him, I’m coming after you. And it won’t be pretty.” She shrugged her sweater on, threw open the door of the bedroom, and when I didn’t move, motioned with her chin. “Come on.”
I pushed off the bed and followed her toward the door. She reached the doorknob and stopped. “And you won’t forget to give him the pill?”
Whatever coming did for her, it definitely didn’t calm her down any. “Yeah. I’ll give him the pill the second I see him. Jesus, baby, are you always this uptight?”
She let out a long breath and fell against the wall for a moment. “Well. I have to be. He’s making stupid decisions and I don’t want to get a call from the hospital telling me to come identify his body.”
I couldn’t argue with that. Getting tangled with the Fury and shooting at Cobras wasn’t the brightest thing he could’ve done. “I’ll watch after him.”
“Thanks. Are . . . are the men he went to see okay? They won’t hurt him, will they?”
I shook my head. “They’re my brothers. I texted them to let him into the clubhouse. They’re waiting for me now.”
I held up my phone so she could see the messages I’d gotten from Cullen, wondering where they hell I’d gone off to. I’d managed, while she was putting on her pants the first time, to tell him I’d be a little late.
She read the words and sucked in a breath. “You promise you won’t tell Jojo about this?”
No fucking way. The trust I had with the kid was tentative enough. It wouldn’t last if he knew what I’d just been doing with his sister. That would fuck up everything we’d been trying to do with the Hell’s Fury. “Promise.”
“And you’ll take care of him? I know I’m crazy, and overbearing, and—what did you say, just a minute ago? Oh, uptight.” She shrugged. “Guilty as charged. But he’s really the only family I have. And he’s a good kid. He’s had it tough, and it’s not his fault.”
“I’ll guard him like my own brother.” That, I would do. Not just for her. Because if the Fury got their hands on him, I wasn’t sure what would happen.
“Great.” For about a split second, I thought I saw a smile on her face, but she whirled around so fast to face the living room, I couldn’t be sure.
She looked at her animals and blew them all kisses. I could peg her for one of those types who dressed their pets in Halloween costumes and let them have their run of her bed. Fuck no. “I’ll be back,” she cooed to them sweetly, the exact opposite of the voice she used with me. “Be good!”
She let me out the door and closed it. As we walked to the parking spot, her head was down. And I knew exactly what she was thinking.
When we got to the curb, she spoke, and I was right. “Listen. Hart. What happened in there. Maybe I needed it. But . . . that doesn’t mean it should keep happening. It can’t. For Jojo’s sake . . . and mine.”
I dug my hands into the pockets of my jeans. Beyond the little tissue-wrapped pill Charlotte had given me, I found my keys. “Yours?”
She nodded. “Like I said. I have enough on my plate, just trying to keep my brother straight. I don’t need men to complicate my life.”
I couldn’t say I hadn’t expected that. It was why I’d gone in for that second taste. But, I knew eventually she’d change her mind.
But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t change her mind back again. “Okay, Charlie.”
She scowled. Okay, so, giving her two sorely needed orgasms hadn’t bought me any brownie points where that was concerned.
“Charlotte.” I scoffed.
“Thank you.
Your phone all charged?”
I lifted it. “Ninety percent.”
“Good.” She looked at a little piece of shit car that must have been hers, and then awkwardly reached out her hand to shake mine.
I stared at it. I felt like I’d just sold her a used car, and now we were agreeing to the deal. Had she forgotten I’d just had my tongue up her cunt? She was a funny little mystery.
It kind of fucking turned me on. So I decided to humor her. I shook it. Her hand was cold, her posture rigid.
I wondered how many times I’d have to make her come to get her to loosen that hot little body of hers up.
Whatever that number was? Shit, I was ready. I’d had a taste of her and now, it would never be enough.
Chapter Twelve
Charlotte
When I slid into the driver’s seat of my car, I felt like banging my head against the steering wheel.
In fact, I almost did, until I realized that my hot, bad, totally-wrong-for-me biker dude was still straddling his bike, looking at me, waiting for me to pull out. What a gentleman.
So I did, cringing the whole time. When he sailed off toward the harbor, I realized my hands were shaking on the steering wheel.
I couldn’t believe I fucked him. I’d never fucked a complete stranger like that. Even the guys in the produce department had all been at least known to me.
Not only that. I’d learned my lesson so well the first time, I let him go down on me and make me come a second time.
As I pressed on the accelerator, I wasn’t sure that, even with all the doubt and regret swirling in my head, I’d be able to turn him down for a third.
Holy Mary Mother of God. I had to get control of my overheated ass before I had a car accident.
I drove toward the office, wondering how I was going to focus on my job. I wrapped my hands around the steering wheel so hard to keep them from shaking that my knuckles turned white. So I concentrated on my breathing.
Really, what was my problem? I’d dealt with men with massive egos all my life. Of course, none remotely as hot as Hart. I’d never let them get the best of me, especially where Jojo was concerned. He’d always been my top priority. If I saw anyone fucking with him, I gave them hell. So what had started out that way—as me trying to give that fucker hell--somehow wound up getting me lost along the way.
