More Than Miles (A Lost Kings MC Novel) (55 page)

As soon as I have all of her, I know that’ll be it for me. She’s all I want, all I’ve wanted for way too long.

Those few moments together on her eighteenth birthday—Heidi riding my fingers, exploding for me—was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I had the worst case of blue balls after, but it was still the best sexual experience of my life. Doesn’t matter how many girls I’ve been with or how many filthy things I’ve done. That small taste of her fucked me up permanently—the way I always knew it would. I tried living without her and it’s impossible.

My lips move from her forehead to her mouth. One of my hands slides into her hair to hold her still. My other hand squeezes her hip. The solid feel of her against my body beats out every fantasy I’ve had.

Against my mouth, she makes these eager sounds and her body melts into mine. Her hips arch toward me, and I slide my hand from her hip to grab her ass. She moans into my mouth again and drags her fingers from the back of my neck to my scalp. The shivery sensation from her nails on my skin feels so good, I lean into it, silently asking for more.

I’m so hard. Too hard. Afraid-I-might-hurt-her hard. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to, so I remind myself to be gentle. We’re so close. She’s in this sexy see-through, lacy outfit and I can’t resist. Her body tightens as I slide my hand down the front of the tiny scrap of lace between her legs. Heat pours off her. Slick, wet heat. She jumps and lets out a little cry when I graze her skin. I use that gasp to push my tongue into her mouth. She tastes as sweet as I remember. My lips slide to her jaw and I nudge her toward the bed, still kissing my way down her neck.

The back of her legs hit the bed and she lets out a surprised
oh
sound. My fingers brush against her inner thigh and she shudders. “Get on the bed,” I whisper against her ear.

She does something so perfectly Heidi, I’m rocked to my core. She turns and jumps on the bed, scooting all the way to the top and landing in the pile of pillows. Sweet, eager, not meant to be seductive—but it is. Then she does something completely unexpected, by patting the bed and wiggling her eyebrows. “Come get me,” she taunts.

“Wait,” I say.

She drops the cute
come-to-me
look. “What?”

“Here.” I slip the paper out of my pocket and toss it onto the nightstand.

“What’s this?” she asks as she reaches over and picks it up. She has some medical training, right? She’ll figure it out. Her gaze flicks up after she finishes reviewing it. “An STD test result sheet? Is this supposed to be romantic? Because I’m not feeling it.”

She’s teasing, and I let out a short laugh. “I’m trying to be an adult here.”

“Well,” she says, glancing down at the results one more time—
surprised I’m clean, perhaps
—and shaking her head. “I don’t have one for you.”

“I don’t need one from you.”

Her big brown eyes stay focused on me as if she’s waiting for more information. Shit. Why is this so fucking awkward? Because it’s Heidi and I’m trying to do everything right, but instead, I feel like I’m screwing everything up. I reach up and rub my hand over the back of my head while I figure out how to explain I’ve never gone bare with anyone else, and I don’t want there to be anything between us. “Are you on the pill?”

“Oh.” She averts her eyes and nods, as if my question finally helped all the pieces click into place. “Uh…” Her forehead wrinkles and she tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. “Well, no. I was breastfeeding and then, you know, there didn’t seem like much point.” Her cheeks are bright red now, and I feel like an asshole for putting her on the spot.

Call me twisted, but I’m also harder than a motherfuckin’ hammer. Not because she’s embarrassed—I’m not that much of a dick.

“Anyway, I should warn you that Alexa happened while I was on the pill, so…” she trails off.

“Really?”

Her eyes snap to mine. “It happens.”

I hold up my hands. “I wasn’t—”

“I know.” She huffs out a breath. “So, now that you’ve pretty much killed my lady boner, what should we do?”

How can I not burst out laughing? “Mine’s fine.”

Her eyes immediately zero in on my dick, which only makes things more uncomfortable behind my zipper.

“How nice for you,” she says with a sly smile.

I slip my shirt up and over my head, since she seemed to enjoy checking out my upper body before.

She still likes it, because she takes in a sharp breath, kneels up, and runs her hands over my chest. I take one of her hands and drag it lower. She gives my dick a squeeze through my jeans, and I almost come in my pants. I really should get one out of the way so I can calm down.

“Do you want that?” I ask, as she strokes me even harder.

“Yes.”

“Want to kiss it first?”

She pulls away and gives me strange look. I feel dangerously close to begging her to suck my dick. A new experience and not one I’m currently enjoying.

“No?” I ask.

“Not yet. You need to give head to get it.”

What the what?

I can’t come up with a response. My experiences with
that
haven’t been positive. Girls I’ve been with either didn’t want it or were only looking to please me, so they never asked, which was fine, because I don’t enjoy doing things I’m not good at.

But this is Heidi. Not a club girl or random chick I don’t care about. There’s nothing I won’t do for her.

Why am I still thinking about this?

Get your face between her legs, idiot!

I work a cocky grin onto my face and rub my hand over my chin. “All you had to do was ask, sweetheart. Lie back.”

She narrows her eyes—seeing right through my cocky bullshit, I’m sure—but does as I ask.

“Spread those legs for me.”

Almost shyly, she does it. For someone who boldly told me what she wanted five seconds ago, the shyness is funny.

“Why’re you laughing at me?” she asks.

“I’m not,” I answer as I slide onto my belly and grip her thighs with my hands. I glance up at her. “You’ve got a pretty pussy, baby.” My eyebrows wiggle, and she laughs so hard her legs shake.

“Touch me,” she whispers.

How can I say no? I push the thin strip of lace out of my way and trace my fingers over her smooth skin.

“Use your tongue.”

“Calm down, bossy. I’m getting there.”

She screws her face into this pissy expression that’s both unexpected and cute.

“Keep it up.” I slap her pussy lightly and she gasps.

“Did you just spank my pussy?”

“Yup.”

She laughs and her knees fall together, so I wedge my shoulders against her legs. “You want me to kiss you here, keep your legs open.”

I’m watching her face closely for every reaction. Her breathing picks up. She likes when I tell her what to do. Good.

Hooking my fingers into her panties, I drag them down her legs. “These are pretty, but they’ve got to go.”

She laughs softly.

“Did you buy them for me?”

“Yup.”

“Thank you.”

I can’t get over how pretty she is. All pink and glistening.

All mine.

I place little kisses against her inner thigh. Slowly working my way up. I take a slow lick and she makes the sweetest gasping-moaning noise, arching her hips up.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes. More.”

“So demanding,” I tease. I trace a few more long, slow licks over her wet flesh. I can’t get enough of her. My hands dig into her hips, pulling her to my mouth, so I can run my tongue up her center over and over.

Her hands grip my hair, and she lets out a bunch of stunned little cries and gasps.

“You like that, Heidi? Tell me. Talk to me.”

“Uh…ah…yes. More.”

I lick and suck and tease her with my tongue and fingers until she’s trembling. I want to make her come on my tongue more than anything else I’ve ever wanted.

A few seconds later, she does.

“Oh, Blake, please.” She draws the words out until they’re a high-pitched moan.

Kiss and nip my way up her body, stopping to play with her breasts, which are still covered in the black lacy top.

I keep kissing, softer as I reach her neck. “Did you like that?” I whisper.

“Oh my God, yes.”

I can’t help smiling, pleased with myself. “You sound surprised.”

She opens one eye and the opposite corner of her mouth quirks up. “Well, I figured with all those girls willing to do whatever you asked, you might be lazy in bed.”

“Wow,” I say, drawing out the word and laughing at the same time, because secretly to myself, I’m laughing at how well she has me pegged. “I did not see this coming.”

“What’s that?”

“You being such a brat.”

She covers her mouth and giggles. “Sure you did.”

Grabbing her hand, I bring it to my mouth and kiss her fingers. “I love that you always say what you’re thinking instead of what you think I want to hear.”

“Lucky for you that I’m full of opinions.”

“Yeah, I am lucky.” I trace my finger over her cheek. “But you know what, beautiful?” My voice comes out lower. Rougher. And the smile fades from her face.

“What?”

I’ve never been with a woman who challenges me the way Heidi does. Tease and flirt, sure, had plenty of that. But challenge me until all my instincts are riled up? Nope.

From Heidi, I love it. Gets me hotter than anything. I want to please her more than I want a quick release. She also pushes me to discover what
I
really want.

She’s watching me with expectant eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly, waiting for my answer. “The punishment for that bratty mouth of yours is that I’m going to fuck you so thoroughly, you won’t be able to walk straight. Have fun explaining that when we get home.”

“Is that a promise or threat? Because it kind of sounds like fun.”

Blake growls against my throat and places rough kisses all over my neck and shoulders, making me laugh and then moan.

This…I didn’t expect sex to be so much
fun
with Blake.

“Why are your jeans still on?”

He looks down. “Help me get them off.”

I’m eager to help him with that and work his belt loose. Popping the button on his jeans is harder and working his zipper down impossible.

“It’s stuck.”

“No kidding. You might need to cut me out of them.” He sits up and then stands, working his pants off. I sit up and tease my fingers around the edge of his boxer-briefs. The sight of him turns my body to fire.

He takes my face between his hands, tilting my head back for a kiss. We fall back against the bed together. I work my hands into his underwear, dragging them down. He finally helps me kick them off. Then we’re warm skin on skin, parts rubbing against each other. It feels natural and wonderful and a little bit scary.

He’s so hard and heavy, almost dangerous against me. Will this hurt? He said he might have trouble with gentle. Was that all talk?

Will he tear me apart with all the feelings I’ve nailed down for so long, or will he tear me apart with pleasure?

His hand moves from the back of my neck to my shoulder, sliding the skinny strap down. His mouth follows his hand, placing gentle kisses along the way. The coolness of the air disappears under the wet warmth of his mouth over my nipple. A little bird-type cry escapes me, and he smiles against my skin.

The longing in the pit of my stomach isn’t new. But the tingles racing over my skin, the tightening of my breasts, the burning flush moving over my skin—I haven’t felt any of those things in a very long time.

His hand covers my other breast, his rough skin deliciously wicked against my softer skin. I can’t stop stroking my hands over his body. Down his back, up his sides. “Blake,” I whisper.

He lifts his head. The need in his eyes painfully clear. “Are you ready?”

I reach down, wrapping my hand around him. He inhales sharply and closes his eyes. Slowly, I slide my hand up and down his hard length, savoring the smooth skin. He keeps watching as I stare at every inch of his body. I stroke a little harder and he inhales sharply. “Stop, beautiful. Give me a second.”

I still my movements but don’t take my hands away. There’s nothing in this world that could make me stop touching him. He leans over, reaching for the nightstand, slides open the drawer and grabs a few items, scattering them on the top of the nightstand. I don’t even bother looking, because it doesn’t matter. I trust him and want everything he wants.

He rips into a condom, and I move my hands to his stomach while he slides it on.

“Was the hotel stocked with condoms, too?” I tease.

“No, while you were changing, I put some things away.”

“Ooh, what else did you bring?”

“You’ll see. Now, quiet.” He runs his hands up my body, stopping to pull the lace cups of my bra all the way down. I’m a little anxious about the stretch marks on the sides of my breasts, but he doesn’t seem to notice. Instead, he gently brushes his thumbs over my nipples, then lowers his head to suck one in his mouth. His beard softly scratches my skin, intensifying every nip and lick. Even though I’m watching every move he makes, I let out a startled gasp when his teeth gently graze over my sensitized nipple, and I shiver with pleasure. Cold air teases my skin as he moves to the other breast and teases me at the same pace.