BLAMELESS: MC Biker Romance (Black Thorns, #3) (13 page)

“Ah! I’m gonna come!” she screams.

“Yeah, you are, darlin’. Gonna come real hard.”

I roll my hips, grinding into her deep and rubbing her sweet spot with my piercings, over and over.

“Zeb! Ah! I can’t. It’s too much!”

“Nah, it ain’t. Let it happen. Let go.”

Her nails dig into my back, scraping down the length of it as she shrieks and bucks beneath me, her orgasm ripping through her.

Her pussy squeezes my cock in a death grip. It’s so intense that I can’t hold back. I come with her, shooting my load deep inside her.

“Fucking
hell
,” I grit out. “Yes, darlin’. Keep coming. Fuck, yeah.”

She lets go of me and claws at the covers, thrashing beneath me as she gets lost in pleasure.

When she finally comes down, she moans quietly to herself and squirms on the bed as aftershocks assault her.

I pull out and roll off her onto my side.

I reach out and gather her to me, pulling her down on top of me and wrapping my arms ‘round her tightly.

She looks up from my chest and grins at me. “Oh my God,” she breathes. “That was—”

“Fucking incredible?”

She laughs. “Yes. Incredible.”

Damn straight it were. Cuz of
her
. She brings out something in me that I didn’t even know I had.

I know now.

I know for sure.

Nothing’s ever gonna be the same.

Nobody’s gonna be good enough for me, not after that.

Thirty-eight years old and this were hands-down the best sex of my life.

I’m ruined.

This woman’s completely ruined me.

Chapter 15

~Sarah~

I open my eyes and scream in surprise when I see another pair of eyes staring back at me.

“Wow. Morning to
you
, darlin’.”

It takes me a second to get my bearings. It’s Zeb. I’m lying in bed with Zeb’s arms wrapped around me, holding me close.

I laugh. “Sorry. I’m not used to waking up with someone next to me.”

“Me neither.”

“Were you watching me sleep?”

“Maybe,” he says, shrugging casually.

“That’s kind of creepy,” I tease.

He grins. “Yeah? Maybe I’ll go back to the couch then,” he says, breaking his hold around me and sitting up.

“No!” I cry out. Before I can stop myself, I’m lunging at him and driving him back down onto the bed.

I squeal in surprise when I feel my naked pussy brush his equally naked dick. I’m only wearing my tank top and
he’s
completely naked.

He laughs at my reaction, highly amused by it. “Too cute.”

“Shut up,” I say, lightly slapping his chest. “I forgot about the…uh…naked thing.”

He sits up with me on him and grips my waist, pulling me onto his lap. He rolls his hips. “Oh yeah. Right there,” he groans, smirking at me.

“You’re such a joker.”

His eyes darken. “And you’re wet, darlin’. Good to know I can get you all worked up just from the sight of me first thing in the morning.”

“It’s like morning wood. That’s all.” Of course, I’m lying my ass off, but Zeb’s ego is already so huge, it might explode if it gets more inflated. I glance down between us and see that he’s hard already. “See? Just like that.”

“Sarah, I’m thirty-eight. Morning wood ain’t as easy to come by no more. Nah, this is all cuz of you. Your sexy little body in my arms, thinking ‘bout what we did last night and ‘bout what I wanna do to you.”

After last night and seeing the sexy look in his eyes right now, I feel unusually brazen. And, before I can stop myself, I rise up and sink down onto his dick.

“Ah…fuck,” he grunts, his hands sliding down to my hips to steady me.

As I grip his shoulders for leverage, it’s then that I realize, I’m not sure what exactly to do now. I’ve never been in any position of control before. Never on top, or like this.

It’s like he can read my mind, because he tells me, “Do what feels good to you, darlin’.”

“That’s it?”

“Yeah. Simple as that.”

I grind down on him, somehow driving him even deeper.

“Jesus,” he groans.

“You like it?”

“Fuck, yeah. Your tight little pussy drives me outta my fucking mind.”

I start experimenting then, his words spurring me on. I lift off him, all the way to his pierced head and then I slam back down. That has him groaning even louder and throwing his head back. So, he likes that then. I do it again and again. Slowly.

His hands come up and cup my boobs. He rubs his thumbs over my nipples. His amazing touch makes me crazy and I lose myself to the sensations he’s triggering in me. I dig my nails into his shoulders as I start to ride him faster and harder. I can feel those studs in his dick rubbing me inside and hitting my G-spot, something I’d thought was just a myth until last night. I’m already so close.

Somehow, he knows that, because he says, “That’s right, darlin’. Let it go.”

He lifts me then and takes control, driving me up and down his dick.

I scream out at the unbelievable intensity.

“Too rough?” he pants.

“No. Please, Zeb! More!”

He lays back and wraps his arms around my back as he continues his merciless thrusts, driving so deep each time that it has me shuddering in his arms.

My orgasm hits me so quickly, catching me off guard. I scream out, his name on my lips.

He curses and then I feel him come inside me.

“Damn,” he says, chuckling as he lifts me up and slides out of me. He puts me back down so I’m lying on top of him. Wow, he’s strong. It’s like I don’t weigh anything at all with the way he didn’t even strain there from basically bench pressing me. “Love watching you come, Sarah. The way you let go is so damn hot to see.”

That has me blushing and burying my face in his chest.

He laughs and strokes my hair.

We lay in silence for a while and it’s not awkward, or anything. It’s actually incredibly comfortable.

After a bit, he breaks through it and asks, “You sore?”

Well, that’s a really personal question. I keep my head down on his chest. I can’t look at him. I shake my head and murmur
“no”
into his chest.

“So shy, Sarah. And I know you’re lying. No way you ain’t hurting. Been years since you had sex. You were basically a virgin last night.”

“Zeb,” I complain, not wanting to discuss it.

“Relax. Asking cuz I were thinking we could take a bath with those salts you gave me. I brought ‘em with me.”

That has me looking up at him. Taking a bath together is a really intimate thing. He must know that. Is he trying to prove something to me here, to let me know that he wasn’t lying last night when he said he likes me too, for more than sex?

I don’t want to read into it incorrectly, because that’ll just lead to a world of embarrassment. So, I tell him, “That’s a very couple-like thing to do, Zeb.”

He shrugs. “And?”

“Well…” I say, grinning. “I bet you haven’t used them at all yet, even though I told you they’d help with the ache of your wound, so what kind of person would I be if I didn’t do what’s best for you?”

He laughs and ruffles my hair. “You’re too cute, woman. That’s what you are.” He eases me off him. As he climbs off the bed, he gives my ass a light slap, making me shriek in surprise.

I gather the covers around me to shield my naked lower half and struggle out of the bed, careful not to trip over them.

He shakes his head at me.

“What?”

“Soon you ain’t gonna even think ‘bout it, Sarah. I’m gonna have you walking ‘round wearing nothing all the time.”

“I….”

He walks up to me and leans down and gives me the sweetest kiss on the top of my head. “Gonna take time. I get that. But you’re always gonna be safe with
me
, darlin’. Ain’t never gonna hurt you.”

“I know, Zeb,” I respond in a small voice, as emotion rises within me at his lovely words. And not just his words either, the way he was with me last night. He was so understanding. So gentle. I’ve never felt that with a man before, like I was taken care of in every way, like I didn’t have anything at all to worry about.

“Thank you.”

He frowns. “For what?”

“For being so…perfect with me last night.”

He takes my hands in his and tells me, “Ain’t something you gotta be thanking me for, Sarah. Just glad you trusted me, yeah?”

I smile up at him. “So…uh…you said something about a bath?”

He grins and pulls me after him, out of the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom.

Chapter 16

~Runner~

I grunt as Sarah comes up behind me and slides her hand down to my cock. I bat it away and she grumbles, not liking me shutting her down.

It’s been a few days since that infamous night and she’s been sex-crazed ever since. Goddamn. Guess it lit a fire in her after years of not letting nobody touch her. Fucking flames are raging outta control right now, though. I ain’t never been a man to turn down a fuck before, but here I am doing just that with her.

Had years and years of nothing but fucking with women. She’s the first woman I’ve
ever
wanted something more with. I still ain’t sure what that
something more
really is and what exactly I want. All I know is that I don’t just want fucking. And that’s why I’m shutting her down. Don’t wanna start on that path with her.

“Zeb,” she grumbles, wrapping her arms ‘round my waist and leaning her head against my back.

“Woman, chill. Can’t you see I’m tryin’ to do this right?” I tell her as I push the scrambled eggs ‘round on the frying pan in front of me with the plastic spatula.

“You’re doing great. I still can’t believe you’re actually cooking. I thought women only cooked, according to you, huh?”

Her and that teasing of hers. Fucking love it.

“Mighta grown on me a bit.”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah. It’s kinda…peaceful.”

“I told you!” she cries, excitedly. “But…that said…I’m not hungry for
food
right now, Zeb. If you know what I mean?”

“This damn spatula knows what you mean, darlin’.”

She reaches over me then and switches off the burner. “Eggs are done.”

“Backseat cook,” I mutter as I walk the frying pan over to the two plates on the countertop next to the oven and serve the eggs onto the buttered toast I already set up.

As soon as I’ve placed the frying pan in the sink, she’s on me, grabbing my arm and tryin’ to pull me ‘round to her.

I spin ‘round fast and she gasps in surprise, caught off guard.

I grab her arms and slam her into the fridge. My lips crash down on hers, taking her in a fierce, deep kiss.

I pull back and she sinks against the fridge, panting and tryin’ to catch her breath.

“You good now?” I ask her, with a grin. That knocked the breath right outta her.

“I…okay,” she murmurs, in a daze.

“Good,” I say turning from her and grabbing the plates. “Time to eat.” I walk ‘em into the living room and place ‘em down on the coffee table.

I switch on the TV and slump down on the couch, ready to dig in.

When she don’t come to join me, I look over my shoulder to see her still resting by the fridge. Woman can’t handle me when I really turn it on. She’s real cute.

“Sarah, come on.”

That startles her outta herself and she makes her way over, looking real fine just in a pair of gray sweatpants and one of my club t-shirts.

I’m wearing jeans and a black beater. Fully clothed, but she’s acting like I’m goddamn naked with the way she’s all over me, wanting a piece.

She sits down next to me and the first thing she does is run her hand up my thigh.

I grab both her hands and turn to face her. “Watch ‘em wandering hands, woman.”

“Why?”

“Let’s just douse the flames a bit, yeah?”

She frowns. “You don’t want me now?”

And that’s when I get it. I get why she’s been acting all sex-crazed. Ain’t just cuz it’s new to her, like I been thinking. Nah. It’s ‘bout
me
.

“I ain’t gonna lose interest, Sarah.”
That’s
what she’s worried ‘bout. She knows my rep and she’s thinking I need this much sex all the time to keep me happy, or some shit. Don’t blame her for thinking that. It’s the way I been for a long time.

But the reason for needing all that is gone now.

Gone, cuz now I got her.

I used sex to get that rush to keep my mind off my messed up drug past. Shit like that don’t go away, no matter how long you been clean, especially with the hard stuff I used to do. So, I always had safeguards: fucking and booze. But the fucking part ain’t been working lately. Ain’t been able to get that rush I needed.