Page 69 of Outlaw
“Thanks, Cindy.”
“Oh, and one word of advice. Keep your PDA to a minimum around the clubhouse. Or someone will have to gag me with a spoon.”
“Yeah, Ma,” Silas speaks up. “We can absolutely do that, no problem—ditto for you and Tate.”
“Don’t go there,” she whines, and Silas gives her a quick hug and shuffles me out of there.
“That went better than expected,” I tell him outside on the way back to his bike. “Who knew she’d have a total change of heart.”
“That could be the meds talking. Or the alcohol. Either way, I don’t want to stick around for her to change her mind.” He hands over my helmet. “Let’s go. There’s a rumor going around that Jenny’s throwing us a party.”
“Sounds like fun.”
Silas starts up the bike and I climb on, clinging to him extra tight. He looks back at me, eyes filled with lust. “I don’t know about you, but I’m down for some dessert.”
“So that’s it, huh?”
“Fuck yeah. You’re mine now. Got a problem with that?”
I nod. “I’m here, aren’t I?”
“Just wait till I get you alone, princess.” He rolls off, speeding into the first turn.
* * *
Ilook aroundas Silas slows down and takes an early exit ramp off the highway. We’re not halfway to the clubhouse. His bike rumbles through the turn and after a short drive on the main road, he drives into the parking lot of the only hotel in town.
“Do you have a meeting here?” I ask as we come to a stop.
He looks back at me. “You can call it that.”
“What do you mean?” I hop off the bike and pull the helmet off my head.
Pulling me close, he takes my hand in his and slides my fingers over his erection. “See what you did? Grinding your pussy on my ass, clamping your thighs onto mine. You did that. We’re stopping here so I can tire you out a bit,” he grins, and kisses my cheek. “Let’s go.”
He leads me into the hotel lobby, pays for a room, and is dangling a key card in his hand within minutes.
“It’s on the main floor,” he whispers against my ear. “No elevators.”
“Even better,” I moan, lifting a hand into his hair.
We hurry to the room, and as he unlocks the door, he holds it open and lifts me into his arms, staring into my eyes with a look of need that makes my core clench and my panties soak.
“Hurry up and make love to me,” I murmur. “I want you so bad.”
Silas carries me to the sofa and tosses me onto it. He gets on his knees and finds the zipper of my jeans, tugging them off me in no time. I shiver from the feel of his calloused hands sliding up my legs and inner thighs until they hit the seam of my panties. With a devilish glint in his dazzling blue eyes, he rips them right at the seam and throws the shred of fabric over his shoulder.
Pressing my thighs open, he flashes me a glance. “You’re mine, and I am going to worship every square inch of what I own,” he rasps out.
He returns his gaze down to my body and moves in. His head floats forward, and when his lips touch my mound, I breathe out his name. Rough hands spread me wide as his tongue dips into my folds and feasts on me.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
I grab a fistful of his thick black hair for control, but he’s got me pinned under the weight of this head and hands, devouring me with eager licks, and sucks, and bites until sparks explode behind my eyes and I cum. He doesn’t stop when the wave of pleasure subsides. No, he picks up the pace, sliding two fingers into me and pounding me to another orgasm that I didn’t expect. I’m weak and sated, shaking from the overwhelming release, but I still want more. As if reading my thoughts, he moves up my body. Our eyes lock as he takes a seat beside me and lifts me into his lap. Straddling his hips, I lower to kiss him while he undoes his zipper and pulls both his jeans and boxers down past his hips.
God, I can’t wait for his thick erection to surge past my folds and pierce me.
I beg him, pleading against his mouth to take me.
And he does.
His hands dig into the flesh of my hips as he positions himself. With one thrust, he drags me hard down his shaft, filling me completely. He smiles with satisfaction as I call his name. My hands dropping from his hair to his elbows to press my forehead to his as I roll my hips, meeting each of his strokes in perfect rhythm.
His lips drift forward and takes my nipple between his teeth, lips circling the hardened peak at the same pace that he fucks me, until I’m crying out his name up to the ceiling, my inner walls fluttering along his thick width as I cum. My mind is up in the stratosphere as he lifts me farther up his length and slams my body down, stretching out my orgasm as he ascends to his. In a few forceful strokes, he fills me with his release.
He pulls my limp form to his chest and I rest my chin on his shoulder as he wraps me in his strong arms. I relax my arms at his waist, happy to lose track of time with my very own sweet, protective, badass outlaw.