Rev (6 page)

I knew what he wanted. I’d spent my whole life avoiding guys like that. Guys who treated women like objects and couldn’t think past a single, fleeting moment of pleasure. They weren’t thinking about relationships or finding something more meaningful in life. Hell, they weren’t thinking beyond that night.

And that might be exactly what I need.

But, the reality was I’d spent my whole life avoiding men like that, and all I’d ended up with was Frank Wilson. My carefully constructed life had fallen apart all around me. I thought it was a fortress built on the bedrock of a stable relationship. It turned out to be a house of cards with Frank yanking out the bottom. Which left me standing in the middle with a bunch of meaningless pieces fluttering around like I was caught in a tornado. Nothing made sense anymore.

How’s that for lost?

All I knew for certain right now was that the hottest guy I’d ever laid eyes on was eyeing me up and down like he wanted to get in my skirt.

And boy did I want him up there…

“Told you!” Rev suddenly shouted, pointing to the ring.

I hadn’t been paying attention, but apparently the fight was over.

“Every single damn time.” Rev leapt up with palpable excitement and fist bumped Ink. He turned to me with that perfect, cocky smile. “Looks like you’re coming out for a drink.”

And I didn’t argue or hesitate.

For once in my life, I was ready to throw caution to the wind. I was ready to give in to what my body wanted and my scrupulous sense of judgment riled against.

Well, screw you inner voice.

What the hell had that whole list of reservations ever done for me? I’d ended up so damn lost that I had to wonder if my moral compass had ever been working in the first place.

Plus, I had something stronger now. Something that was drawing me out like a rip current. Call it intuition. Or seduction. Or just plain foolishness.

I just wasn’t going to be the good girl.

Maybe that’s why the rest of the night moved so quickly. It was an inevitable progression and I knew exactly where we’d end up.

First it was some dilapidated bar like the place I’d met him. Way, way, way off the strip and out on the periphery of Vegas. But this time no one bothered me. I didn’t even notice anyone else. It was tunnel vision—Rev Gryffin and nothing else.

We were out with Mayhem and Ink. They all ordered drinks. I tried to order wine.

Rev laughed. “They’ve got anything you want Winter, so long as it’s beer or crappy whisky.”

And then his eyes lit up, reflecting the dim light of the bar, and I noticed just how blue they were. Blue like the sky on a cloudless day or the expanse of pristine ocean around an uninhabited island. They were vivid and deep, like nothing I’d seen before.

I could get lost in those.

And I did. I downed my shitty lukewarm beer in a quick succession of gulps and suddenly things were starting to feel a lot better.

Rev got closer. I got closer. We were closer.

His hand reached across my lower back and pulled me in. I raised my arm up over his broad shoulder and leaned in.

His voice was husky, rough—less playful than before. “All this time I was wondering when I’d be tasting those plump little lips of yours.”

So, while Mayhem and Ink wandered off to shoot pool, we started making out.

More than that.

His tongue ran across my lips until they parted for him. Then, in one swift motion, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in deep. His hand was wrapped in my hair and his tongue had darted inside my willing mouth.

He devoured me. He possessed me. And I melted against his hard, heaving body.

As his hand slid up my thighs, I heard that final voice of objection.

This isn’t you Winter. This isn’t the girl that your mother raised…

I ignored that voice. And I was glad I did. Because as soon as his strong fingers found their way up the side of my skirt and cupped my ass, I felt the hardness of his arousal against the softness of my upper thigh. He’d lifted me onto the bar stool and his hand was working its way to the front of my panties. I was getting wet before he even touched me. His fingers slipped the thin material over my swollen and eager lips, and I was soaking at his touch. He began to run the pad of his index finger over that sensitive area neglected far too long. My head buzzed, my chest thumped, and pangs of delectable pleasure almost made me forget where I was.

But then it dawned on me.

I’m in a bar. What am I doing?

“Rev…” I protested, not quite wanting to, pushing his hand away. “Not here.”

He obliged, though not without a quick squeeze of my bottom and a prolonged brush of his hand over the contour of my breasts. “What did you have in mind, kitten?”

I blushed at the sound of his voice and my newly minted nickname. “What’s with the whole kitten thing?”

His voice was low, gravely, and rousing as he leaned in further and nipped my earlobe sharply between his teeth. “It’s what I like about you Winter. You’re cute as hell with claws to match.”

“Oh,” I muttered. I wasn’t quite sure what to say.

Part of me felt silly, sitting here in the low light of some disreputable establishment, the guy I’d just met today leaning over me, calling me kitten like I was here for his amusement.

Yeah, a drop-dead gorgeous guy with magic fucking hands.

Honestly, I was thrilled. For the first time in a long time I felt the rush of unavoidable desire. This was lust, craving, appetite. This needed to happen.

“Rev,” I began, looking up at his piercing blue eyes through the fringes of his inky dark hair. “I want you.”

With a sexy crooked smile, he nodded, gazing down over my body and responding, “I know.”

Which is how I ended up back in his car, speeding back into Vegas, back to the hotel where we’d been for the fight. His hand was on my thigh as he drove, up my skirt in the elevator, and between my legs the moment we tumbled into his room.

“Before I forget,” I noted, pulling myself away just long enough to plug in my phone by the nightstand. “So I don’t get lost and stranded again.”

Rev smirked, pulling off his jacket. “I kind of like it when you get lost and stranded, kitten. How else would we have gotten here…”He pulled off his shirt.

Holy shit!

I couldn’t argue with that. I had an idea of the kind of body that was hiding under that t-shirt. But it still damn near too my breath away.

Rev was ripped, lean, and hard. His body was an agile composite of striated muscle and deep ridges. He moved with fluid, deliberate steps across the room, and as he approached me I felt the provocative thrill of being taken, as if he were a hungry predator. It was a strange mix of fear and exhilarating arousal. I’d never felt that way before.

I was already wet for him as he ran his hands between my thighs and pulled my panties off. His fingers once again circled my clit and teased lightly at my entrance, applying agonizing pressure to all right areas.

“Fuck, Winter.” Rev groaned as his fingers slid across my dripping pussy, coated in my juices. “You’re already good to go.”

He picked me up in a smooth, effortless motion and lay me on the bed. My head rolled back and my back arched as he pulled off my blouse and skirt while his mouth covered the tops of my breasts. My hand went instinctively to the back of his head. I ran my fingers through his thick hair as he unclasped my bra and his mouth covered my nipples.

He licked one, then the other, his hands caressing and massaging while my chest beat faster and my breath fluttered.

Rev nibbled between my breasts and down my tummy until he reached my center. His tongue gently traced the contours of my labia and flitted up and down the moist line between them. I heard him inhale deeply before he kissed back up my body and stared down at me again with those baby blues.

“You smell so fucking good, Winter. It drives me crazy.”

I couldn’t help but say what was on my mind. “I want that, Rev. I want to drive you crazy.”

He grinned, stepping away from the bed and unbuckling his jeans. I rolled over on my side to watch as he stepped out of his boxer-briefs and his cock sprang out long, thick, and throbbing.

My eyes widened.

What did I get myself into?

“So you want me wild and crazy,” he said, kicking his clothes into a corner of the room and staring at his cock as his stroked it eagerly. Then he stepped towards the bed.

The way he approached me was almost menacing. The playful banter and charming small talk was gone.  I could see the rough, primal hunger shining in his eyes.

“You want to see how we do it out in the desert? Get a little slice of the wild life?”

I swallowed. Then nodded. “I need it.”

Rev scooped me up in one hand, forcing me to my feet. His hand reached down and he ran a finger over my slit until it was slick enough to get inside of me. His finger pressed until it entered.

I sighed loudly. He began to maneuver, stroking me from inside. His finger moved expertly, expanding my soft sheath. I doubted it was enough to accommodate his girth. But I didn’t care.

“Give it to me now. Please…” I all but begged.

He reached across my body to the night table and withdrew a foil packet from his wallet.

“Up against the wall,” he ordered.

I hesitated.

He took hold of my body, all but throwing me to the far side of the room. He spread my hands and pulled my hips back, bending me over. My ass was in the air, my pussy waiting.

“Fucking-A...Look at that…” I heard him groan as he tore the packet and quickly covered his length. “That’s a beautiful pussy.”

His strong hand grasped my hip tightly, squeezing my flesh, while he positioned the wide head of his cock behind me. I felt the thickness of it run up and down my slit, basking in my juices, digging deeper into the folds of my entrance.

And then he shoved it in. Just the head. It pressed almost painfully, stretching me apart until it fit tightly inside me.

“Fuck, Winter. You are tight…so damn fucking tight.”

I heard him groan, deep and guttural. His hands grasped the cheeks of my ass as he strained to slowly press himself into me, one exquisite inch at a time.

I’d never been this full. He pushed deep, stretching me, filling me with agonizing pleasure. And then he began to stroke.

First he eased himself out until only the head remained inside me. And then he slowly thrust back in, giving me time to adjust.

“Oh. Fuck that feels—”

I moaned as he began to pump faster. His muscles tensed. I felt his heavy balls slap against my ass. And it was all I could manage to keep my hands against the wall and take what he was giving me.

Absolute, knee-buckling ecstasy.

Rev pumped into me like a well-oiled machine. I took every throbbing inch of him inside as he reached deeper than I thought possible.

My body shuddered, shivered, and quivered as he pounded me. With one hand still grasping hard at my hips, he twisted my hair and pulled my head back until my spine was arched.

“Take it all…Winter.” Rev was fucking me like a man possessed. His voice was heavy and harsh.

I almost screamed when my body convulsed. I’d never felt anything like that before. Twisting, thrashing spasms spread from my core like jolts of electricity. Heat flushed from between my legs where his cock still hammered me relentlessly. It rushed in waves to all my extremities and my body exploded. I exploded.

My mind went blank and I tightened around his pulsing shaft. My whole body squeezed against it, and it drove him over the edge.

“Turn around.”

He withdrew and pushed me down to my knees. His eyes were wild and violent. He pulled off the condom.

“I’m going to cum on those beautiful tits of yours.”

His cock was huge and swollen, thick veins pulsing down his shaft, and his balls were pulled tight below it. He pulled my hair and my head went back. My back arched, and my breasts were thrust out to meet the thick spurts of his cock as he finished all over me.

“Fuck yes.” Rev groaned madly. “Take my load.”

My breasts were covered in ropes of his semen. I was glazed from neck to nipple, his seed dripping down my cleavage.

“I’m sorry…” He slumped back against the wall. “I got carried away. I just—”

“No,” I muttered. “Rev, that’s what I needed.”

We collapsed on the bed and lay there while the world spun around us. We were too exhausted to speak.

At some point I took a shower. My alarm rang and Rev remained fast asleep. I slipped on my clothes, called a car service, and left for my Aunt’s house.

I had to. I knew what would happen if I stayed. I’d gotten a dangerous taste of something the night before. Rev Gryffin was like a reality-altering, ecstasy-inducing drug. And like any potent drug, the pain of withdrawal would be greater the longer I rode the high.

Chapter Six

REV

When I woke up she was gone. Which really should have been a good thing. I mean, how many times had I woken up to find a girl just didn’t get the message?