Page 25 of Break Away (Riot MC Next Generation #2)

Excitement and nervousness bubbled in my veins. “You’re thinking ahead.”

“Not wasting any more time.”

“Right.”

He grabbed my hand and led me to the other side of the house. We hurried through the roomy living room again. We hit his bedroom, and the thick bundle of flattened cardboard boxes waiting to be assembled stole my attention.

He really had intended to move.

I focused on his king-sized bed. The dark sheets were rumpled, the comforter hanging off to one side.

“I thought you made the bed now,” I muttered without thinking.

He chuckled, the dark sound filling the room. “I make the bed when I’m a guest. I don’t make it when I know I’m gonna get right back in it.”

I glanced up at him. “I thought you’d turned over a new leaf.”

He shot me a pointed look. “Does that shit really matter to you?”

“I guess not.”

He leaned over and tugged off his motorcycle boots. “All right then. Let’s have sex, shower, then we’ll walk over to Okinawa."

I loved Okinawa. As hibachi restaurants went, it couldn’t be beat, but I couldn’t imagine trying to cross the busy streets between here and there. “We’ll walk there?”

“It’s five blocks, woman.”

I nodded once. “Yeah, and those are five blocks we could ride on your Triumph.”

He shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. “We totally owe Blood.”

I did a short eye roll. “Maybe we owe Dad. He’s the one who left his phone behind on Sunday.”

He put his hands on my hips, his fingers gliding along my belly to the button of my shorts. “No more talking about who we owe. It’s time to get naked, baby.”

I tugged his t-shirt free of his jeans while he undid my shorts. He shrugged off his cut, tossed it to a nearby rocking chair, and yanked his t-shirt off. I multi-tasked by taking off my shirt and toeing out of my sneakers simultaneously.

Rafferty undid his jeans. “I really thought you’d be a matching-underwear kind of girl.”

I smirked and threw his words back at him. “Does that shit really matter to you?”

His brow ticked up and down. “No, but I like that any matching sets you have are gonna be the ones I buy for you.”

The possessive thread in his voice sent a thrill through my whole body.

I stepped closer to him and shoved his jeans down his thighs.

He grazed his finger along my jaw to tip my face up and he kissed me.

I went up on tiptoes to kiss him harder.

His hands found the clasp of my bra and he unfastened it.

He broke the kiss to pull my bra off. His eyes raked over my chest. “Goddamn, you are so fuckin’ gorgeous.”

I felt heat gathering in my chest. “So are you, Raff.”

He shook his head and carefully removed his underwear. “Not even close, woman. Take off your panties, or I’m liable to shred them.”

I shimmied out of my panties, then I dropped to my knees and ran my tongue along Rafferty’s thick cock.

“Shit,” he hissed.

I reached toward him, but he grabbed my hand.

“Get up, babe. You need to be in my bed. Now.”

He pulled me to my feet and stepped closer. So close, my nipples brushed against his smattering of chest hair. I stepped back and felt the edge of the bed behind me.

A devilish grin lit his face. “Lay down, Alexandra. I’m hungry.”

I climbed into his bed and he followed me, crawling across the mattress toward me. His eyes gleamed with hunger and determination. I loved watching him move, all of his tattoos shifting and rippling as he moved.

He put his hands on my thighs and spread my legs. His eyes locked with mine, and he dragged a finger through my folds.

I inhaled through my nose, his touch lighting my blood on fire.

“You’re so wet for me, Lex.”

“Yeah,” I whispered, shifting my hips - wanting more of his touch.

He smiled. “You like that?”

“Yes. Please, do it again.”

“Never have to beg, baby,” he murmured and slid two fingers through my wetness.

Then he moved those fingers inside me. I spread my legs wider.

“What do you want now?” he asked.

“More.”

He chuckled. “Good. I can definitely give you more.”

He lowered his body and withdrew his fingers. Then he licked at me, and sucked on my clit. My hips jerked and his hands went to my ass and held me still.

I moaned and pressed my head back into the pillow.

Then he went to work with his tongue and proved just how hungry he really was for me. I drove my fingers into his hair, trying not to pull it.

He made a noise against me, and inadvertently I pulled his hair anyway.

“Mmm,” he hummed.

“Raff…I’m gonna…”

I trailed off because my orgasm hit faster and harder than I’d expected.

He surged up, then surged inside me.

I mewled and grabbed his ass to hold him to me.

He stilled his hips. “You good?”

I stared up into his brown eyes. “Better than good… way fucking better.”

His eyes warmed and he kissed me.

Something about tasting myself on him turned me on and I threw a leg over his ass.

He broke the kiss. “Somebody’s getting impatient.”

I dragged my tongue across my upper lip. “I want you to fuck me… Now.”

He pressed his lips together. Then sighed. “Shit. I need to get a condom.”

I held him tighter with my hands and my leg. “Don’t you fucking dare, Rafferty Rolland. You’re right where you need to be. I’m on the pill. I want you. Just you. I love feeling your cock inside me. Let me have this, please.”

He hung his head even as he slowly glided in and out. “Fuck. You’re putting me to the test already, aren’t you? Said you’d never have to beg.”

I slid my hand along his cheek. “I love you.”

He leaned into my hand. “Love you more, Lex. Are you ready?”

I nodded.

He kissed me, but it was short. “This might be fast, Lex. You feel so fuckin’ good, so fuckin’ right.”

“I know. Now fuck me so we can both feel good.”

He reached back and moved my leg. Then he pulled my other leg up and rested my calves on his shoulders. “Can you handle that?”

“Yeah,” I breathed.

His hips moved and I realized this position changed the angle, and that was even better. Then he picked up the tempo and pounded into me. It became clear he’d lost control.

I felt another orgasm building with every powerful thrust. We were moving up the bed, and I reached back to the headboard. I pushed back and matched his rhythm.

“Fuck,” he grunted.

The sound of skin slapping and our labored breathing filled the room.

“Yes, Raff,” I whispered.

He began to grind into me, and the building orgasm crashed over me.

I’d never had such a long-lasting orgasm. I was so caught up in it, I had no idea how long it was before his thrusts stilled and I felt him come inside me.

What he said after my first time replayed in my mind. ‘Honey, you’ll probably like it better that way. I sure as hell will .’

Oh yeah, I definitely liked having him bare much better.

Ever so gently, he lowered my legs, then lowered his bulk onto me, tucking his face in the crook of my neck and shoulder. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

I wrapped my arms around him, enjoying having him this close. “What? Why?”

He lifted his head to look me in the eye. “I never, ever want to be the reason you’re hurt.”

I shot him a look. “Have you skipped condoms with anyone else?”

His eyes slid to the side. “No.”

My eyes widened. “Then it’s unlikely that you aren’t clean.”

He shot me some side-eye. “But the chances aren’t zero.”

I leaned up and nipped his jaw. “Stop. You’re borrowing trouble. I should probably clean up before I leave a wet spot.”

He gave me a lascivious grin. “Learn fast, Robertson: I don’t care if you leave a wet spot. Just proves we fucked and fucked hard.”