Love Ties (37 page)

“You can share any worries with me, baby. I promise I’ll do my best to ease them.”

She slid her fingers into his hair. “It’s just that Delta is a Raider, just as I am.”

“You’re not a Raider. Not anymore.”

A smile ghosted over her face, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I don’t want the guys to be suspicious of her as they were of me. I won’t let them treat her that way.”

“Ever.” He stared deep into the pools of her eyes. “I won’t, either. She’s your sister and under my protection. And it looks like Drake’s too.”

Her shoulders relaxed, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Thank God. I want that peace time, Jamie.”

“I’ll give to you, baby, I swear. After this business with the loss of our brothers, we’ll put it all behind us. Get married. Have that happily ever after.”

She moved close, her lips hovering a breath away from his. His body reacted, need thrumming through his veins. “Can we make love on your bike tonight?”

His cock went from semi-hard to steely with eight little words. “Hell, baby. Now that you’ve said that, I’m not going to get it out of my head until I have you sprawled over my ride. Let’s go.”

He rose to his feet and took her by the hand. Guiding her out of the club and to his bike was the most natural thing in the world.

“Do you want to take a ride, baby?”

“Yes, let’s get away for a while, just you and me.”

He ran his hands over the cotton long sleeves of her shirt. “Do you need a jacket?”

“Nah, you’ll keep me warm.” Grinning, she threw her leg over his bike with slow purpose, exaggerating her moves like a pole dancer. His cock jerked.

Aching, he climbed on his bike and started it. When they zoomed into the night, her arms around him, he’d never been so happy.

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The heat of the day had fled, the wind cool on Ever’s face. She snuggled close to her personal space heater and let her mind fly along with the bike. Rich velvet sky spangled with stars. A crescent moon seated high above.

Jamison’s muscles shifted under her face as he maneuvered them into a turn. She moved with him, one unit. Her heart was so full of this man, and it scared her. But it frightened her more to think about walking away.

No, she was in. All in.

The back roads he took led them far from Heller’s Gap. The land changed, houses grew farther apart. Fragrant fields replaced city blocks. When Jamison pulled off onto an isolated area between woods and pasture, anticipation trickled into her system.

He cut the engine and slowly removed his helmet. She did the same. But he didn’t dismount. He tipped his head up to look at the sky, and she smiled against his broad back.

Stopping to breathe the air and gain some calm was something she truly needed in her life. Knowing that Jamison did too made her more certain about her choice to tie herself to him.

He encircled her wrists with his fingers and pulled her arms tighter around his waist. She squeezed, enjoying every inch of him pressed against her.

For long minutes they drank in the stars, and she listened to him breathe. When he finally got off the bike, her nipples puckered—from cold air and expectation.

His eyes glittered in the faint moonlight. He took her hand and helped her off. Then he unbuckled the black leather pack attached to his bike and pulled out a blanket.

Watching him was an erotic act. The creak of his leather, the flick of his wrists as he unfurled the blanket and draped it over the handlebars. His hair fell into one eye, and he brushed it back before pinning her under his gaze.

“The crickets are singing tonight.”

She focused on the silence that suddenly seemed so loud. Withdrawing from the sirens, the sounds of clinking beer bottles, and even Rocket’s favored music was just what she needed.

“I’m going to add your screams to the cricket’s noise.”

The dark promise slammed into her. Her pussy tightened, growing instantly slick.

Jamison eased her back to the bike seat and nudged her knees apart. When he cupped her pussy, she shuddered with need. Using his middle finger, he applied pressure to her clit. She wiggled closer, cursing the barrier of denim.

He held her gaze as he circled her bud. It hardened under his touch, aching, throbbing, straining.

She latched onto the open edges of his cut and tugged him closer. He slanted his mouth over hers, tentative, seeking. The sweetness made her nose burn with tears. She smoothed her tongue over his lower lip until he opened to her.

The first tangling of their tongues was decadent. No one existed besides them. She slipped off his cut and swept her fingers under his T-shirt, over his six-pack. As she followed the trail of hair down to his waistband, they both groaned.

He took control, removing her top and bra. When he covered her breasts with his big hands, she shivered. This time his kiss was anything but tender.

He slammed his mouth over hers, the bruising crush of lips and teeth igniting her fully. She yanked his hair and scraped her nails over his shoulders and back. He plunged his hand into her jeans and found her folds soaking wet.

“Fucking hell, baby.”

“Push your fingers inside me.”

“I’ll do better than that.” He stripped off her jeans. When she was as naked as the day she’d entered the world, he spread her over his bike seat, bundling the blanket under her head.

The cool leather under her hot flesh raised her desire another notch. She dragged her fingers over his shirt, twisting the fabric she wanted so badly to remove. But he straightened.

“Take off your shirt,” she whispered.

That bad boy smile cut a path over his handsome face. If she’d believed watching him before was erotic, it was nothing compared to him yanking his shirt off. Each inch he exposed was harder, more beautiful.

When he released his belt buckle, she stared at the metal glinting in the moonlight. The chrome on his bike, the leather, and his eyes. God, she needed this man like she need air.

Hovering over her, he let his breath wash over her lips. She licked them, hungry for his taste. He breathed a path over her chin to her throat, down to breasts, belly. When his scorching breath kissed her neediest spot, she cried out.

As he snaked his tongue around her swollen clit, she could barely form a thought. He licked a figure eight over her flesh, down to her wet opening. Two fingers sank into her, and she started to shake.

“Is this bike going to hold me up?”

“Of course. It won’t tip. Just relax and enjoy, love.” He dove between her legs, shaking his head and lapping every inch of her. She dug her fingers into his scalp and fucked his mouth. Later she’d return the favor. Having him at her mercy sent a spike of heat through her.

With a groan, he raised his head, lips and jaw glistening with juices.

He moved up her body, smearing kisses to her throat, which he bit gently.

With a hard tug, she popped his jeans button. His zipper was no obstacle for her. When she pulled his hard, hot length into her hand, they shared a groan. She pumped his erection, and he jerked with each stroke.

“I want this cock in me. Now.”

His teeth flashed as he grinned. He bent to remove his boots and kicked off his jeans. Then he tore open a condom packet with his teeth and handed her the lubed rubber.

She rolled it on him, noting the ridges, and arched a brow.

“You like that?”

“I don’t know. Never tried one.”

“Let’s give it a test drive.” He swung his leg over the bike, settling between her spread legs. Her pussy nestled against his balls, his cock bouncing over her mound. His eyes reflected the moon—he pulled her into his orbit.

With a slow thrust, he seated himself deep in her body. “I want to be closer.” He slid his hands under her ass and sealed himself completely inside her.

She focused on the lights in his eyes, and they started to move. The flared head of his cock stretched her deliciously. She squeezed and released around him, unable to stop the release barreling straight for her.

He’d primed her with his tongue, and now she couldn’t stop.

“I’m too close.”

“Come for me, baby. Come and I’ll send you flying again,” he grated out.

Blue shadows played over his chiseled body. She traced them with her fingers, losing herself with every maddening stroke of his cock. The ridges were working—and so was the setting. She was unraveling, giving every bit of herself.

He ran his thumb over her pussy lips, finding her clit once again. He ground it into her body.

She arched, crying out as pleasure stampeded through her body. Juices spilled over his shaft, providing more feeling, if such a thing were possible. She twisted her head, her body taking over.

With his thumb and cock driving her on, she barely came down before she was speeding toward the pinnacle again.

His eyelids were heavy, his lips parted as he watched her come apart. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t let me chase you.”

“There wasn’t a chance of me resisting.” She skimmed her fingers over his jaw, rasping his five o’clock shadow. Her inner muscles clamped around him, and he threw his head back.

The moonlight highlighted the cords of his neck, the blond in his beard. With each thrust, she saw something new to adore. A small scar under his jaw where he’d probably cut himself shaving. How the hair on his forehead fell in two directions around a cowlick.

Lifting her legs high on his back, he drilled into her. His cock was thick and long, and oh, so deep. The fire burned hotter, and she was suddenly on the verge.

“Ever. Fuck, baby.” He slammed into her, balls slapping her ass.

At the moment he stiffened, the world seemed to crack open for her. She heard Jamison, saw Jamison, felt Jamison. She couldn’t even see the stars anymore.

Their harsh breathing filled her ears, and he pressed his chest to hers, kissing until the aftershocks of their lovemaking subsided.

She nuzzled the corner of his lips, her heart still pounding.

“Still want to be with me, baby? Haven’t changed your mind?”

“After sex like that, I can’t go back.”

He rumbled with laughter, and she felt his smile spread over hers. Staring up into his eyes, she tried to convey all the emotion inside her. Words came to her slowly, but when they did, she knew the absolute truth.

“I ran from the Life, thinking it wasn’t for me. But that wasn’t true. I found you, your club. There’s been some trouble, but the things you stand for are everything I want in my life. The brotherhood is good in this MC. You’re good.”

His crooked smile warmed her.

Leaning up, she pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “I want the Life—with you.”

He caught her hand and meshed their fingers, his silence and the way his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat saying more than any words could.

Without warning, she sank her teeth into his lower lip. He grunted and tugged free, amusement creasing his eyes. “What was that for?”

“A payment.”

“For?”

“Getting back at you for all the future times when you call me old lady.”

Growling, he crushed his mouth to hers again, taking control of her. Stone had tried and used the darkness inside him against her. Jamison only gave her the good.

She closed her eyes, her heart swaying toward him, like the wildflowers on his arm.

Em Petrova lives in Backwoods, Pennsylvania, where she raises 4 kids and a Labradoodle named Daisy Hasselhoff. Her heroes are hardworking heroes—in bed and out—and she is known for panty-scorching erotic romance.

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