Heart Ties (Club Ties Book 2) (11 page)

His weight pressed her into the bed, and he trapped her hair under one fist. “My turn.”

Oh God.

He started at her collarbone where a feminine black vine with tiny pink blossoms curled down to her shoulder, sprouting into reds, blues, and purples. He traced curlicues around each petal, raising the fine hairs on her body. He ended at her wrist and a tiny daisy tattoo on the underside.

Pinching one finger lightly between his, he raised it to his mouth. As he snaked his tongue around her knuckle and down to the soft flesh below her thumb, she writhed.

“I can see there’s more, and I’m going to kiss every goddamn flower on this beautiful body of yours. Then I’m going to lick your pussy until you want to ink my name into your skin.”

She couldn’t breathe or think about anything but his hot mouth on her needy flesh. She moaned. Trapping his face in her hands, she brought him down for a kiss.

Flavors of lust were the most decadent treat—better than ice cream on a hundred-degree day. Better than birthday cake, not that she’d ever had one.

He fucked his tongue in and out of her mouth, mimicking the action with his hips against hers. His rigid length rode lower against the crease of her thigh, the head just skimming her throbbing folds.

Finally, he tore away. Eyes hooded, he studied her face. “I’m sorry I let them hurt you.”

Unable to speak around the lump in her throat, she shook her head. The tender gleam in his eyes would be her undoing. She arched her throat, and he took the hint.

Sucking little bits of flesh until the blood rose to the surface. Marking her with something infinitely better than bruises and scars.

He worshipped her breasts, biting and plucking her nipples while she worked his belt buckle free.

He stilled her hand. “Wait, I need to empty my pocket.” He came out with a small stack of condoms.

“That’s what you filled your pockets with?” Her teasing tone was damn odd to her.

“Knew I couldn’t last long around you.”

She couldn’t stop the smile from stretching over her face. It felt so foreign.

And incredible.

She reached down and turned her pockets inside out.

He nodded. “I’ll give you what you need.”

He claimed her mouth and stripped the rest of her clothes off. She twisted and turned to get out of the tight black jeans she wore. When she lay bare before him, he stopped.

As his gaze ticked over her body, her arousal grew. He kissed a path down her throat to her breasts, avoiding the two aching buds and traveling south. Over her cherry blossoms to the slender inked branches on her pelvis.

When his gaze latched onto her trim patch of dark hair, she stopped breathing. Gently he slid his fingers over her inner thighs. Sensation rocketed through her system, shooting her higher than she’d ever been.

The callused pads of his fingers dragged against her flesh as he parted her legs. Her muscles leaped at the hot breath washing over her slick folds.

“Jesus, you’re more slippery than the road to Hell.”

His words ignited her, and she had no control over the upward thrust of her hips.

He captured her clit under his mouth.

She thought she’d die from the tormenting fire licking at her core. He lapped a circle around her clit, his gaze never leaving hers. Gasps burst from her. But when he trapped her clit under his tongue and ground it into her body, she released a long moan.

The sound didn’t belong to her, did it? Her voice was raspier than normal and her body was melting.

He toggled her clit back and forth, sending shudders through her. Her pussy squeezed. Without warning, he plunged downward, tongue deep.

She squeezed around his invasion, riding the hot, curling tongue. He rumbled a groan that started the first pulsations.

A warm rush of orgasm that was nothing compared to the soul-racking climax on its heels.

Fireworks burst behind her eyes as ecstasy slammed her. She gripped his shoulders, eyes opened to take in everything about this moment. His eyes were hooded, his jaw working as he dragged his tongue over her pulsating folds to her sensitive clit.

Her body twitched, involuntarily curling like a poked bug. When the throaty laugh sounded, she really was shocked to learn it came from her.

•●•

So fucking gorgeous. She’d come apart under his tongue without inhibitions—given him everything.

He’d never met a woman who would hold his gaze while he pleasured her. The intimacy touched something deep inside him, created a crack where she could slip inside if he wasn’t careful.

He’d be careful later.

He set his good knee under him and pushed his jeans down his hips. His cock was a thick ridge pushing at the waist of his briefs. The elastic stretched around the head.

Delta licked her lips.

Narrowly able to grip the brakes of control, he maneuvered to sit on the edge of the bed and removed his boots. They thumped to the floor, and he threw a look over his shoulder to find her gaze on his back.

Appreciation lit her eyes, and goddammit, it felt good. He stood and pushed his jeans to the floor.

He’d fucked women since getting the new peg, but it was more of a bend her over and take her without removing clothes kind of fuck.

Delta didn’t look remotely bothered by the sight of him.

“Leg on or off?”

Her gaze wandered over his stump and prosthetic then skipped to his erection. Again, she ran her pink tongue along her lower lip in a way that threatened his sanity. He clenched his jaw.

“Which is more comfortable for you?”

He raised a shoulder in a rolling shrug. “I don’t go without it often. Mostly because I need it to make a quick getaway.”

Another laugh burst from her—musical and carefree. Fuck, he wanted to make her laugh all night.

“On then.”

“Good.” He couldn’t wait another second to get inside her. He started to shove his briefs off, but she sat up and crept to the edge of the bed. When she looked up at him with those wide eyes, his throat closed. “Let me.”

Her fingers were silky hot as she guided the cloth down his thighs. He kicked free.

She touched a scar on his upper thigh at the height they’d thought they’d need to amputate. Lucky for him, he’d battled through infection and kept more of the limb.

Very slowly, she leaned forward. Long lashes lowered over her smoldering eyes as she kissed the scar.

His heart spasmed as if squeezed in a giant fist. He threaded his fingers through her hair and tipped her head up to look into her eyes.

“Get a condom on me.”

A haze of lust softened her features. She reached across the mattress to the stack of condoms he’d brought. When he’d shoved them into his pocket, he’d believed it would be enough to keep them busy for the night. Now he wasn’t so sure.

She opened the foil package with fumbling fingers that touched him so deep, he didn’t want to think about getting her out of his system later. Catching her lower lip between her teeth, she rolled the rubber over his aching cock.

The moment he was sheathed, he shoved her onto her back and dragged her hips to the edge of the mattress. Her muscles jumped under his hands, her eyes almost black.

“I’ve wanted you since that first night.”

“Me too.” Her hoarse reply and words caressed him.

He pinned her in his gaze, his cock poised at her entrance. “Don’t look away.”

He plunged balls-deep. Extreme heat enveloped him, and fuck, she was tight. A beastly noise escaped his throat.

Grinding his hips, he stared into her eyes. Her pussy walls tightened around him, her eyes wide and glassy, her lips so goddamn inviting.

He sank his tongue between her lips as he began to move. She wrapped her thighs around him and dug her nails into his back to drag him closer. Guttural sounds burst from both of them, and that heat was coiling tighter and tighter at the base of his spine.

He reached under her ass and tilted it high to receive him. “I want to be deeper than any man has been.”

“You already are.” A half-sob, half-cry.

His mind was a runaway train, barreling into oblivion. Lost in this woman he should have fought to keep several days ago. Because of his lack of action, she’d been hurt.

Need rushed his veins, he could hear only Delta’s cries and his own grunts mingled with the pounding of his heart. He gave up total control.

He came with a roar, only aware of Delta curled around him and the contractions around his spurting cock. Hot jets of come seemed to go on for long minutes, even after Delta hung limp in his arms.

He’d let the train crash.

•●•

Delta awakened to the sight of Drake’s broad back a few inches away. He sat on the edge of the bed, head bowed.

Fear slithered through her belly, shrinking the experience they’d just shared. She must have made some noise, because he straightened and twisted to pierce her in his gaze. He grabbed her hand and stroked the soft spot at the base of her thumb.

“Everything okay?” she asked.

If it was difficult to read his eyes before, it was impossible now. Except when they’d shared bodies, she’d thought…

She bit down on her lower lip, and his gaze snapped to it. That tender look infused him once more, and a little of the former warmth she’d felt flooded back.

He squeezed her fingers.

It was enough.

“Can I get you anything, Princess? A drink? There’s a machine a few doors down, or I’m sure there’s a bar somewhere.”

“I don’t drink alcohol.” She’d always chosen sweet tea or soda while with the Hell’s Sons. But maybe he didn’t pick up things like that.

His lips tightened. “I drink too goddamn much alcohol.”

She sat up and put her arms around him. He seemed to relax, leaning against her like a sleepy, weighted child. She buried her noise against his neck and inhaled the man who’d just blown her mind with pleasure.

When Houlihan had started taking interest in her a few years ago, she’d felt a hint of warmth at his attentions. The way he’d stroked her cheek and his bright, heated gaze had made her feel wanted in a way she never had before. It was easy to fall into daydreams of him protecting her from her adoptive parents or other, crueler men in the MC.

She’d clung to Houlihan so much that when his caress turned into a smack across the face, she’d pretended it was okay. Even when he’d ordered her to her knees, she’d spent several months basking in the glow of attention, though negative.

Since she was shown so little affection, it was easy to make a monster into an angel.

She should pull away from Drake, but dammit if she could. He felt too good, too solid in this world she didn’t know.

His lips moved over her hair, sending shivers through her. It was quiet here in the motel. At this time of night, traffic was nonexistent on the highway, and not even a muffled TV could be heard through the thin walls.

The loudest thing in the whole place had probably been them.

A flush spread through her, warming places that were deliciously sore.

Drake made a hissing noise, and suddenly his big fingers closed over her hardened nipple. “Fucking gorgeous. Do you want me again?”

Without waiting for an answer, he pressed her back and covered her with his body. She rubbed against his erection, raising a growl from him. “Princess, I’m going to sink into you so many times you have a hard time sitting on my bike tomorrow.”

Her insides turned to molten heat. When Drake lowered his head and kissed her, the soft, seeking kiss stunned her.

She relaxed against him, giving her body to a man she hardly knew. At any minute he could turn on her—smack her around, bruise.

He shifted his weight, and his prosthetic leg came up against hers. She didn’t think anything of it until he moved it away. His eyes burned. “I wish to fuck we had time for this.”

Confusion filled her. “What?”

“I want to bury myself in you.” He rocked his hips, showing her exactly how much he wanted that. “But we’ve gotta split, Princess.”

She wasn’t a person to ask questions, so when he rolled off and began to dress, she did the same. She finished first and stood watching him tie his boots.

He tossed a look over his shoulder. “If you need to use the bathroom, now’s the time. We’ll be on the road for a while.”