Salvaged (MC Romance) (3 page)

Imagine if he used his hands…

Jess closed her eyes softly, moaning just thinking about his big hands on her.

“Jess,” she heard him say. Slowly, she opened her eyes to find him standing in the same spot, just admiring her. “Look at me, baby.” Mesmerized, she obeyed his command.

“I wanted you from the moment I saw you in that salvage yard, provoking me with your sassy attitude. I knew I had to have you. Do you want me,
Jess
?” Something about the way he said,
Jess,
was just so alluring. The way he pronounced her name made her lose her voice, so she just nodded, not trusting her voice.

“Say it.” He sensually ordered, closing the distance between them and kneeling in front of her. Something about having this man kneel before made her feel like a goddess worshiped by her followers.

“I…,” she started to say, but she could not finish. He was too close.

He spread her legs easily, thanks to her jeans, and stood between them, resting his big warm hands on her thighs. Electricity ran through his palms and rested on her sensitive skin, making her breath take a quick intake.

Now, only centimeters away from her face, he seduced her. “I want to hear it from you. Or I…” he trailed. He gently kissed her neck, just a chaste kiss, but it was enough to make her gasp. “…won’t be doing this, or…” he whispered on her neck, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. He traced a small kiss on her sensitive neck. She could not hold back the moan that escaped her lips, and it was followed by a whimper, as he removed his full, devious lips from her.

What was that?
she asked herself. “I want you!” she found herself nearly screaming, as soon as his lips were away from her neck.
Damn, he is good!
The foreplay game normally was her section of the game, but he just took it to another level.

He smirked, as she bit her lower lip a bit ashamed. She was so lost she didn’t know what to do, not to talk about the absurd need she felt for him—it was not normal. The desire ran through every cell of her body, and it was something out of this world, something supernatural and animalistic.

His lips met hers. The kiss started soft, as if he was testing the water before diving in, and then became rough. He bit her lower lip, as she gasped. When she parted her lips, he took the opportunity to explore her sweet mouth and initiate a deeper kiss, which she felt to the core of her being.

Her hands had a mind of their own and went up to his shaved head. She wanted so desperately to feel it, and she was surprised how smooth it felt. If someone told her that this was how her night was going to end, she would have laughed aloud, but now… she was even thankful that her controlling boss had the stupid rule to never close before time or this wouldn’t be happening.

Hovering over her on the bed, supporting some of his weight with his arms, Josh stopped kissing her. In response, she protested with a pout on her lips, which made him grin. He did not deprive her from pleasure for long. He bent down to her cleavage, and in the vale of her breast, he slowly started to place wet, open-mouthed kisses, eliciting moans from her.

He moved up her neck to meet her ear, as his lips touched the earlobe she released a whimper that sounded like she was having an orgasm. She arched her back to meet his chest, and he smiled. “So this is your hot spot, baby?” he purred in her ear, making her moan more.

“Josh!” she gasped, as he sucked her earlobe again.

“Hmm, I like the sound of my name coming from your voice.”

“Please, Josh. I want you now,” Jess pleaded, too out of control to care.

As soon as she said the words, she started taking off his clothes. She stopped for a minute to marvel at his physique.
He can’t be real and is obviously made from Photoshop. There is no way all of that is real!

Without shame, she took all of him in— his scars, tattoos, and beautiful imperfections. Her hands travelled around Josh’s body and to her surprise he let her do whatever she wanted to do, without rushing anything.

She unfastened his belt, opened the zipper, and pushed his jeans down. His boxers were full. Not wasting another second, she took off his boxers, and his enormous erection popped up.

Mama mia!
I’m in big,
big
trouble.

Before her was a reincarnation of her wildest dreams— a long, thick, and beautiful masterpiece of an erection. She was used to seeing superb manhood on the internet, but never in real life, and it was more than she expected, as was everything else. Her eyes went up to meet his, and he drew a predator's smile.

“This isn’t fair,” he said.

“What?”

“You are all dressed up and me…”

“Well, what are you waiting for, make this an even game.” And he did. Between kisses, they disposed of her clothes, so they were now fully naked for pleasure. Then, their exploration continued, as they pleased one another.

“Josh…” Jess breathed. “Now…”

Josh didn’t have to hear her speak again. He stood up in all his naked glory, took a condom out of his jeans pocket, rolled up his manhood, and came back to Jess. Settled on the bed once more, he kissed her. The kiss was potent and disarming. There was no softness this time; it was all carnal and pure animalist desire.

When she least expected it, he entered her with one stoke to the core. She gasped feeling full and a bit uncomfortable, but too horny to let a mere detail prevent her from enjoying the moment. He gave her a minute to adjust to his size before he started to move, gaining a rhythm. Things got wild quickly, and Jess lost total and utter control of her body.

She felt her walls convulse around him. His name was at the tip of her tongue on a cry that pierced the silence. She held him tight, as she rocked with her sensuous orgasm. He didn’t take long to answer her call, and he came right after her in a raspy-throat groan, exploding inside of her with the strength of a wild animal.

A full second, a minute, an hour, an eternity… passed. Both of them were awed by their chemistry. Jess couldn’t believe that they had such raw skin-to-skin connection. Josh slowly took himself from her warmth, and Jess immediately missed his presence and rolled over taking him with her.

“Damn, babe. That was…”

“Superlative.”

“Superlative?” he asked with a brow raised.

“Yeah, out of this world.”

“And to think that you almost took a pass on this.”

The arrogant bastard was back.

“Oh, shut up!”

She hit him.

“Ouch. What’s wrong with you woman? Violence isn’t the answer, but since you started it, I will have to show you how I punish woman who dares to raise her hand to me.”

“Oh really, how?”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

And it started all over again.

Josh
Balentine stared at the ceiling of Jess’ bedroom, not believing what went down in that room last night and what he found in the morning when he woke up: a picture of her and Chris hugged together, as if they were a couple.

Chris was from the Savage Sons Motorcycle Club, and they were rivals of the Brothers in Fire.
How did I end up involved with a chick that rolled up with those scumbags?
he wondered.
Ask that to my stupid libido, which by the way is still hard, as if I didn’t have enough last night.
Jess, his little wild vixen, was still curled up on his chest, sleeping peaceful as an angel, unaware of the wild ideas that were clouding his mind.

This could not be. It was a mistake. His brothers wouldn’t forgive him if he started a war because he was banging someone else’s chick, not with all the free pussy running around.
So, why it is so difficult to get up, put on my clothes, and get the hell out of here before she wakes up and complicates things?

There was no way he would betray his club because of a one-night-stand, as amazing as it was. It was just lust, uncontrollable sizzling lust; but, just that. Simply thinking about it made him want to turn her around and bear himself deep in her again, just to feel her pulsing around his cock.

Damn!

He ignored the needs of his body and slipped out the covers, gathered his clothes, and got dressed. As much as he tried to simply go, he couldn’t turn away from the sleeping beauty without a goodbye.

He pulled the covers, so Jess wouldn’t get cold and placed a soft kiss on her head, quietly whispering, “Goodbye,” before he took off. For the first time, regret not to be able to wake in a woman’s bed took over him, but it was necessary.

Jess would be okay. She was a grown woman and could take care of herself. In no time, she would forget about him. He wasn’t sure that he wanted that; but, he continued on his way until he got out, got on his motorcycle, took one last longing look at Jess’s apartment, and with a deep sigh, roared his bike to life.

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