Retribution: A Motorcycle Club Romance (11 page)

“Fuck, Eva,” he said as he brought
his hands around from her ass and pulled down her panties, slowly, gently,
until they were at her ankles. There wasn’t even a moment where she considered
stopping him. Instead, she stepped out of them as soon as they hit the floor, and
watched breathlessly as he tossed them across the bar.

Eva let out a little surprised squeak
when Will lifted her right leg and draped it over his shoulder, causing the hem
of her nightie to lift away from her neatly trimmed mound. He just gazed at it
for a few moments, as if he’d never seen one before. After a few gentle touches
with the tips of his fingers, both of his hands opened up her lips to him, and he
sunk his face into her desperately.

Fireworks exploded inside Eva’s body
as Will lapped expertly at her clit and pussy. She closed her eyes and leaned
back against the bar, moaning and crying his name as he spread her wetness all
over his face. She could feel him groaning against her pussy in response, eager
and happy to be doing the work, and it only made her wetter. Her tangled fingers
tightened in his hair as her hips bucked against his head.

“You better come for me,” he said
from between laps with his thick tongue. “I want you to come all over my
tongue, Eva.”

His words were so filthy, so
hot
—Eva
had always wanted to talk dirty during sex. Will’s words, and his eagerness to
bring her to orgasm, made her lose herself. She concentrated on the rhythmic
tongue flicks that teased against her clit until she couldn’t hold back a
moment longer. A shuddering climax consumed her entire body, and she couldn’t
help but pull Will’s face against her core by the hair. His tongue didn’t lose
its pace for a second as it continued to eagerly lap up the rewards of his hard
work. He only stopped once he was sure that the waves of her orgasm had long
since subsided.

Standing and pressing her body
against the bar with his own, Will kissed her hungrily, his mouth and beard wet
with her own juices. At his waist, he fumbled to unbuckle his jeans and she
reached down eagerly to help. A gasp escaped her lips as her fingers first felt
the hard, long dick as it was finally released. Without hesitation, she began
to run her hand up and down its length, drawing a shiver from the gorgeous man
in response.

“Eva.” She could listen to him
whisper her name forever. “Eva, I fucking need you.”

She groaned back and kissed him. “I
want you to take me—please. Take me hard.”

She heard him say her name one more
time before kissing her even harder, while at the same time fumbling in his
jeans to find a condom and roll it over his length. She waited impatiently,
running her hands up and down his muscular chest, anxious to feel as much of
his hard body as she could get her hands on, but much more anxious to feel his
hardness between her legs.

“Tell me you want me,” said Will as
he wrapped himself against her and pulled her leg up around his waist. His cock
was pressed right at the entrance of her pussy but he didn’t push forward yet,
choosing to tease her instead. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

Eva dug her nails into Will’s
shoulders and moved her hips, begging with them. “I want you to fuck me, Will.
I
need
you to fuck me.”

He growled and pushed his entire
length into her wet pussy, and she answered with a cry of the deepest pleasure.
She both heard and felt her name in a hot breath that blew across her ear as he
began to pump, his hands squeezing her ass tightly for leverage as her body was
pressed against the bar with every thrust. In the cabinets below, glasses
rattled and tipped over loudly at the savagery of their fucking. Each passing
minute only increased the speed and power of his hips as they drove his cock
into her with relentless passion.

Eva let go of her inhibitions. She
tossed her head back and gave in to the feeling of Will’s hard cock pushing
deep inside, of his rough, desperate hands on her, and his mouth greedily
sucking on the skin at her chest. He pulled down the thin straps of her nightie
until her breasts were exposed, then pulled a swollen bud into his mouth as he
continued to fuck her.

“Are you gonna come again for me?” he
said, strained voice coming from around her nipple.

“Yes,” said Eva. “Yes, please, make
me come. I’m so close.”

Will leaned over her and pulled her nearly
naked skin against his with a strong hand. His growl sounded right in her ear,
breath hot against her sensitive neck. “You better come all over my cock, Eva.
I want to feel it.”

“Oh, fuck,” she said. His dirty talk
was all she needed to fall over the edge.

A second orgasm washed over her with
a fury, sending her whole body into wracking trembles. Underneath her, Will
began to cry out himself, his cock pulsing and twitching within her womb,
emptying into its wet latex shield.

Eva supported herself on shaky arms
against the bar with Will panting above her, both of them covered in a fine
sheen of sweat. Even still, within moments he was back to planting soft exploratory
kisses all over her chest between gasping breaths.

“I think that was more than one
question,” she said, closing her eyes to the continuing pleasure of Will’s soft
lips.

~
ELEVEN ~

Will woke up still feeling Eva’s skin on his own. He
dreamt of her wetness around his length, so real it hurt to wake up and find
himself on the scratchy couch alone, instead. His jeans confined his aching
erection uncomfortably, and he rolled over to sit up and rid himself of it.

Morning light was just coming over
the tops of the trees, but it still felt like too much to his tired eyes. He
and Eva hadn’t finished with each other until well into the night. Hell, he was
probably only asleep an hour or two. He still felt half-drunk on whiskey and
lust. After they fucked in the bar, Eva dragged him back up into her bedroom where
they continued, as quietly as possible, until Will was finally so physically
exhausted he couldn’t stay awake.

He wished again that he could have
stayed in bed next to Eva. Curled up against the soft heat of her body, it felt
like she was somehow feeding a hunger he didn’t even know he had. But she had
rightly cautioned against it, worried Charlie would get more upset than he
already was. So Will had pulled himself away from her, somehow, with slow
re-dressing and long, lingering kisses as she lay there like a work of art,
naked against the sheets.

I can’t remember the last
time I actually wanted to stay and sleep next to a woman. But she’s so
different.
There was an ache deep inside Will’s chest
that he hadn’t felt in a while. He put a hand there, uncomfortable, like he
could rub it out.

This was bad, his gut told him.
Wanting to fuck Eva from the second he saw her was one thing, an understandable
thing, although his first instinct had told him to stay away. But now that it
was done, he didn’t regret for a second the fact that he could now conjure the
feel of her legs wrapped around him, or the particular feel of her pussy when
he was buried within its warm embrace. But he felt something else happening to
both of them that gave him cause for concern.

When he was with Eva, Will felt the
fog in his head clear up in ways he didn’t understand. He couldn’t deny that.
It was disarming, and distracting, and the truth was, Will had spent so long
now in the raging dark that seeing even a sliver of daylight made his stomach
twist up. Light wasn’t light anymore, not in his mind; light was fire, and he
was done getting burned. He couldn’t believe he had opened up to her the way he
did, about his past.

Eva, her sweetness—what could he do
but break it? That was why he had wanted to avoid doing this in the first place
with her, but the attraction was too strong. When she was around, he couldn’t
even think straight.

What was more surprising was her own hungry
lust. Not because he couldn’t imagine such passion coming from a person like
her, but rather, he thought of her like a delicate flower that he didn’t want
to pick from the garden, for fear of ruining its loveliness. The fact that the
flower chose to bloom and brighten once picked, instead of withering and dying,
was what had shocked him. He had been afraid to really touch her, for fear of
what someone like him could do to someone like her.

Or was I more afraid of
what someone like her could do to someone like me?

Will swallowed hard against the
unsettling thought and his suddenly dry throat. He rubbed his hands hard
against his face and stood up from the shitty salon couch.
It doesn’t
matter, the end is the same. This can’t happen. She’s no different from the
rest of the women—time to get out of the champagne room.

Yet he wasn’t entirely convinced.
Those familiar thoughts seemed more foreign to him now. Almost out of place.
Shrugging, he cracked his back and shoulders and headed into the kitchen to
start up a pot of coffee. In any case, he resolved to stick with it. Will had
to create some distance between he and Eva. With any luck, he’d only be here a
day or two more, anyway. The cartel was sure to show up soon. He could do his
job here, and get the fuck out.

What job is that, again?
taunted
another dissenting voice within his head.
A job no one asked you to do?

He shook the thoughts from his mind,
focusing instead on the drip of the coffee machine, watching the way the glass
blossomed with steam as it brewed. There was stirring from down the hall as
Charlie left his bedroom and made an immediate turn into the bathroom for about
thirty seconds, then returned. Will had just poured his first cup when Charlie
came into the kitchen, dressed and more bright-eyed than Will expected.

“Morning,” said Charlie as he reached
for an empty mug.

Will nodded. “Morning.” His voice
came out gruff and dry.

Charlie turned to him with a frown.
“Didn’t get much sleep?”

Will tried, but failed, to hide the
half-smile that crept to his lips at the question. Instead, he kept his eyes
down, hoping he didn’t look as stupid as he felt. “No, I guess not. That couch
is a bitch.”

Charlie gave him a nod, as if in
agreement, and filled himself a cup of coffee. “I need some breakfast. Eggs?”

“Sure, I’ll take two.” Will only just
realized how grouchy his stomach was.

Charlie put his coffee down and said,
“I’m going to go see if Eva wants some.” He disappeared for a minute, and when
he returned, went straight to the fridge and started pulling out ingredients.

“Are you still okay with what we
talked about yesterday?” said Will.

As he cracked eggs into the skillet,
Charlie nodded but didn’t look at him. “Yeah. I mean, as okay as I can be, I
guess. I’d just rather not shoot anybody, you know?”

I forget that there are
people like you in the world.
“Ideally, you won’t have
to. But with a shotgun at that range, you’ll be the most powerful fucker in the
room. So you have to be ready to nuke the place if it comes to that.” Antsy, Will
stood up and wandered to the other side of the kitchen, coffee in hand, looking
out into the living room.

“That’s really relaxing language
you’re using there, really putting me at ease,” said Charlie, turning to give Will
a half-smirk.

Will knew the guy was doing his best
to deal with all this bravely, and was actually doing a decent job so far.
Sometimes, he just didn’t know how to talk to people that didn’t understand how
he thought. “You only pull if you have to. If you’re pulling, something’s already
gone wrong anyway. This will give us a big upper hand, and a chance to end it
on our terms. But I’m not planning on you needing to touch it.”

A sound from down the hallway broke
Will’s concentration. He watched until Eva skirted into his view, dressed in
her soft white bathrobe, her hair still disheveled. When she saw him she
stopped and smiled.

“And do your plans always work?”
Charlie flipped one of the eggs in the pan with impressive skill.

Will stared at Eva. He devoured the
beautiful vision and felt his lust fire anew. He stared until she disappeared
into the bathroom, a dull ache filling the void she left in her wake.

Will didn’t care enough to answer
Charlie’s question with a lie.

“No. Not always.”