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Authors: Em Petrova

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The heels of his hands itched against the grass as he leaned back and gazed upward. Sarah shifted closer, and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

He analyzed her amount of tension and the undercurrent of fear running through her. From a very young age, he’d discovered his gift for reading people. It was why he hated himself for Lorraine.

He’d
seen
. And done nothing. He’d let her die.

Sarah eased closer, and he couldn’t resist—he pulled her into his lap. Her round ass fitted perfectly to his groin and he was able to rest his chin on the top of her head. A series of fireworks lit the sky, and two huge blasts reverberated through him.

The noise pulled a shiver from her, and he locked her tighter. If he could, he’d cover her whole body with his. Keeping her safe was utmost in his mind.

A second later his phone buzzed. The hospital.

Sighing, he pulled it from his cut and thumbed the screen. As he’d guessed, it was a summons. A man had been brought in from a car accident and needed exploratory surgery.

Sarah was watching him, worry on her lovely features. “You have to go to the hospital, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but it will take a few minutes to prep the OR. I can stay and watch the fireworks with you.” To press his point, he squeezed her.

“I don’t want to stay here alone.”

Dammit, this was her home, and she was running from it. He couldn’t blame her—he’d been in her room and even though he’d cleaned every drop of O’Dovey’s blood so not even the FBI couldn’t find out what had happened, Connall swore he still smelled it.

“I can drop you at my house if you want.”

Her eyes reflected several colors, lending to her ethereal appearance. In a short time he’d come to think of her as a talisman—a guiding spirit. The Native Americans put special items in a pouch and hung it around their necks. And he was lucky enough to have his talisman right in his lap, wanting to remain by him.

Finally, she nodded. “If you don’t mind.”

“I don’t. But when I get home from long hours of surgery, I expect you to take care of me.”

“Is that so?” She wiggled, bringing her pussy against his erection. He bit back a groan and closed a hand around her breast. The swish of his thumb over her nipple roused it to a sharp peak.

“Yes, I’ll expect a massage.”

“I’m good at massages.”

“In the nude.”

“I can do that.”

“With your pussy. I want your pussy dragged all over my body. I want you sitting on my face, grinding your wetness all over me, taking what you need.”

“Connall…” Her husky tone ignited him further, and his cock throbbed.

“Then I’m going to need your lips on my cock.”

“Mmm.” She ran her tongue over the plump pink lips he spoke of. He dragged his thumb over her lower lip, stretching the skin.

“Damn, if I didn’t have a body on the table, you’d have your sweet mouth wrapped around me in a few minutes.” He was hyper-aware of how much time he had left. If they moved now, he’d get her to his house and make it to the hospital in just enough time to scrub in.

When he released a sigh, she understood. Climbing off his lap, she got up and reached for his hand. He took it and rose to his feet. Seated on the ground behind them, Ace said, “Hey, down in front, assholes!”

Connall gave him the finger then a salute of farewell. He waited while Sarah grabbed a few things to sleep over and then they were on his bike, flying through the streets with fireworks bursting overhead.

He took her inside his house and made sure she knew how to run the remote and arm the security system. With a lingering kiss, he left her.

Once he was soaped to the biceps, he thought of Sarah.

As he made the first incision, he thought of Sarah.

While he ligated blood vessels and sutured gashes, the temptress ruled his thoughts. And after standing sentry over his patient for long hours waiting to ensure he was out of the woods, Connall drowned in the memory of her citrusy scents and her weight in his lap.

“I’m fucked,” he told his sleeping patient. The man didn’t stir, but his vitals settled into a normal enough rhythm that Connall was able to go home.

»»•««

Sarah awakened by degrees. Warm air bathed her, leaving her feeling as though a hot fan blew across her skin during a sticky Alabama night. She bobbed toward the surface of consciousness, clinging to sensation. Then she dipped under once more.

Hours later—or maybe it was seconds—she fluttered upward. Scorching wet heat engulfed her nipples. Now her pussy. She let her thighs fall open with a groan.

The decadent pleasure circled her clit—and plunged deep. She bucked to meet the invasion. Stretched wide.

Her dream shifted and she was splayed open for Connall. He stuffed more fingers in her pussy, stretching her to overflowing. He rumbled a satisfied noise against her clit, and she jerked awake.

Her eyes opened on an unfamiliar ceiling with a modern chandelier. Glancing down her body, she saw him. Connall lay between her legs, sucking and finger-fucking her pussy.

As their gazes locked, she rolled her hips, pressing her soaking sex against his lips. “How long have you been doing this?” Her gasp sounded rough with need.

He flicked his tongue over her neediest spot. Her button pulsated, and she clutched his head, holding him where she needed him most. When he lifted his mouth, she mewled in remorse. His lips glistened with her juices, and his eyes were lined with fatigue. But he was home and giving her the best wake up ever.

“Now that you’re awake, I’m going to stop eating your pussy.”

She pouted. He scudded his tongue from top to bottom, and her hips twitched on their own.

“Yes, I’ll stop eating your pussy. Because…” his eyes glowed, “I’m going to spank it.”

With only the moon illuminating his handsome features, the intimacy he forced on her sent her heart cartwheeling. Was this what she wanted? Right now, she didn’t recognize his voice. It was raspier, filled with carnal need. His eyes darkened a degree. “Spread your pussy for me.”

A wild thrill ran through her. Gently she parted her lips for him.

The first pussy slap made her jackknife. She half-rose off the bed and her legs trembled.

“Sarah, sweet Sarah.”

“Connall…”

He stopped, palm poised above her pussy. “Show me your pretty pussy. Dip your finger in it and smear your wetness for me.”

A shudder racked her. She cried out. He lightly slapped her three more times, a bit harder each time. Her body rose to meet him. Her clit was stiff, aching for his touch.

A final slap and he wedged his fingers into her pussy. She started to come in waves. Lava rushed over her, and then buried her beneath the heat. “Connall!”

She peaked and clung. He slapped her pussy again. She launched higher. When she couldn’t fathom ever coming down, he buried his tongue in her pussy and extended her orgasm for several more heartbeats.

Tossing with the tides of release, she found his gaze on her. A final shudder left her, but he didn’t stop mouthing her slick folds. She threw her head back, breathing heavily. “What a…way to…wake up.”

His grin spread over her pussy. She ran her knuckles over his jaw and smiled in return. “You ready for that massage?”

With a quick shake of his head, he drew back. “No, I’ve been aching too long. I want your lips wrapped around my cock, Sweetheart.”

A shudder ran through her, and she wet her lips. She’d been waiting to give him pleasure. He pressed a soft kiss to her inner thigh and crawled up the bed beside her. She turned into his arms, kissed her taste off his lips.

When they broke apart, she ran her hand over his bare chest, across ridged abs, to his cock. He wore boxers, and the outline of his shaft was sexy as hell. Wetting her lips again, she kissed his neck. He tasted of soap and water. He’d recently showered, probably after surgery.

As he issued a quiet groan, she moved further, tasting his sculpted pecs and taut nipples. She spent several minutes worshipping his abs, moving side to side. Then she found the ridge of muscle floating above his hips. The “licky patch” sent her mind into overdrive, and her pussy grew slicker.

When she nudged his distended cock, he wrapped her hair around his fist. The slight tug only ignited her more. “Take me in your mouth, Sarah.”

The throaty way he said her name was beyond sexy. She swept down his boxers and his cock popped out. She caught it in her open mouth and swallowed him in one quick thrust.

He grunted and pushed upward. His head struck the back of her throat, and she couldn’t stop from making a noise.

“Fuck yeah, choke on my cock.”

From any other man, she’d be running like hell. But coming from Connall? She sucked him deeper. Another noise left her, and he cradled her head in both hands, guiding her down, down. She relaxed her jaw and took him a fraction deeper.

When he lifted her head, she bathed his shaft up one side and down the other. Concentrating on the depression at the tip, she stole a look at him. His expression was absorbed. Fierce.

She swallowed him again.

“Baby…Sweetheart. Take it all.”

She did. Fighting to keep the thick length in her throat. She dragged a deep pull of air through her nose. He urged his mushroomed head into the back of her throat. Her pussy throbbed for him.

He stiffened, and she knew he was close. Bobbing faster, she took as much as she could while working his cock with her hand at the base. When a thick stream of pre-come hit her tongue, she moaned.

“Hell.” He yanked her off him and flipped her. Facedown, ass in the air. Without warning, he spanked her pussy again. The sting dissipated quickly, leaving urgent need spreading through her. Juices oozed out, and he zigzagged his fingers through it.

“Come on my fingers, Sweetheart. I need to hear you before I bury my cock inside you.” His promise came hot at her ear, sending delightful shivers through her body. On his next pussy spank, she moved to meet his hand. The bed rocked with her movements. The more he spanked, the more urgent she became.

“You’ll let me do anything to you, won’t you?” he asked.

Almost anything.
How kinky could he get? He was a voyeur and he liked spanking her. He also seemed to have a fetish with licking the dip of her waist, but the more he did it, the more she wanted it.

As he thrust his fingers deep in her cunt again, liquid heat flooded. Her orgasm slammed her, and she screamed.




Bleary-eyed with lust, Connall came to her. He slid his cock through her slippery folds before plunging deep. She cried out and their bodies slapped together. Need crested, and he fisted her hair. Pulling her head back, he assessed her well-being. Her eyes were lidded with lust and her pussy hugged his every inch. A pink glow coated her skin, and God, her little pucker was right there, ready for his touch.

Using the pad of his thumb, he circled her rim. She flexed under his touch and gripped his cock with her inner muscles. He groaned, unable to stop it.

He dipped the end of his thumb into her ass. She wriggled closer.

“I want you to come on my cock. Then I’ll pull out and fuck this tight ass of yours.”

Her breathing grew wilder. The room smelled of her. He hoped to hell his sheets did too. Falling into a bed that smelled like her would be the biggest delight. His balls tingled and pressure began to mount.

He slid his whole thumb into her backside while fucking her pussy. “Tomorrow you’re in the hospital getting birth control, Sweetheart. I’m not going another day without claiming all of you.”

“Yesss,” she hissed, jerking her hips.

When the first squeeze of her walls traveled up his arm, he couldn’t hold back. He fucked her hard. The headboard cracked off the wall several times, but he wasn’t about to slow. He wished to hell she was louder—he wanted everyone in the neighborhood to know this little beauty belonged to him.

Wait—what was he thinking? Better yet,
why
was he thinking? He lost his rhythm. Somehow the disjointed dance flung him headlong into the sea of ecstasy. His cock lengthened and he unloaded with an unearthly noise.

She came on the heels of his orgasm—her head turned hard to the side so he could watch the beautiful emotions rush over her features. His spurts of hot come seemed to go on forever.

His heart throbbed in his ears, too loud to think straight. He had to be losing it—because he’d just thought about Sarah belonging to him.

No.
The force of denial should have shaken him. But he’d been expecting it. He didn’t give himself to anyone, even stunning vixens with enough sweetness underneath her hard armor to save the world.

Or one jaded sinner of a biker.
He mashed the thought into oblivion and pulled free of her body. She lowered herself to the mattress and lay there as if dead. For a second, he admired her back. Her phoenix with orange flames moving down to her waist. He skimmed a fingertip along the tight curve, and lower, all the way to the shadow between her legs.

Maybe this could work. He could stay in Heller’s Gap. This afternoon at the hospital, he’d been called in to speak to administration, and to his astonishment, the hospital thought highly of the Hell’s Sons. Apparently in this town, they weren’t seen as a gang of miscreants—they did good for the town. Since the Hell’s Sons had begun patrolling the streets for drug dealers, the hospital staff had seen a lot less shootings and other drug-related crimes.

They hadn’t ordered him to give his side of the story of what had taken place in the supermarket. In fact, they’d only given him information about the man and told him they’d deal with any media questioning a biker being on their payroll.

A weight off him, for sure. It was a good thing, because he had enough heat with Sarah and also the Falcons.

He got off the bed and went into the adjoining bathroom. He removed the condom and washed his hands for the umpteenth time that night. The webs between his fingers were dry and about to crack. He dried them well and went back to the bedroom. Only to find Sarah lying on her back, her warm gaze raking over him.

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