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Chapter Eight

M ac

The moment my back hit his sheets, every doubt I had disappeared.

I wanted this. Wanted him.

Moving slowly, Rage put a knee to the mattress and prowled up and over my body.

Everything move he made was intentional.

“Please,” I whispered as he hovered over me, his dark eyes tracing across my face, my bare chest.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he rasped. With deliberate slowness, he lowered himself until his tattooed arms were bracketed around my head.

Moving slowly, he brushed hips lips against the corner of my mouth.

My breath caught.

The softness was so different from the fierce, claiming kisses we’d shared in the kitchen.

“Been thinking about this since the moment I saw you,” he murmured, his voice rough against my skin as he trailed his lips along my jaw. “Kneeling there in the dirt, caring for a mangy dog no one else would’ve stopped for.”

My hands found his shoulders, tracing the hard muscle beneath his skin. “Is that what did it for you? My veterinary skills?”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and straight into mine. “That, and these legs that go on for fucking miles.”

To emphasize his point, his palm skimmed up my thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake. I arched into his touch, desperate for more.

“Tell me what you like, baby,” he said, his fingers playing at the waistband of the boxers I’d borrowed. “I want to make you feel good.”

The tenderness in his voice caught me off guard. I’d expected rough and demanding—not this.

“I like your hands on me.” My cheeks warmed. I was embarrassed from speaking the words out loud.

His answering smile was pure sin. “Where? Show me.”

Swallowing hard, I took his hand in mine and guided it to my breast.

His palm was rough and warm against my skin, and when his thumb brushed across my nipple, I couldn’t stop the desperate moan that escaped my lips.

“Like that?” he asked, watching my face closely.

“Yesss,” I hissed.

He lowered his head, replacing his thumb with his mouth, and the wet heat of his tongue sent sparks shooting straight to my core.

“Oh, god.” I gasped, my back arching off the bed as he sucked and teased.

My hands found their way into his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands as he lavished attention on first one breast, then the other. His teeth grazed my nipple just enough to send a sharp bolt of pleasure through me.

“Your skin’s so soft, Mac. I want to trace every inch with my tongue.”

Another shiver racked through my body.

“Rage,” I moaned, the sound breathy and desperate.

He looked up at me, eyes dark with desire. “Your voice is so fucking sweet, baby. Can’t wait to hear how sweet it sounds when you’re screaming my name.”

Jesus. His words were lethal.

Slowly, his hands slid down my sides, thumbs hooking into the waistband of the boxers. He raised an eyebrow, silently asking for permission.

I nodded, lifting my hips to help him slide them down my legs.

“Fuck.”

I was completely naked beneath him, exposed in a way I hadn’t been with anyone in a long time. For a heartbeat, insecurity flashed through me. What if he didn’t like what he saw?

“Fuck, baby,” he said again, sitting back on his heels to take me in. “You’re a goddamn masterpiece, Mac. Never in my life have I seen anything more beautiful.”

“Your turn,” I said, reaching for the hem of his shirt. “I want to see you too.”

His teeth scraped across his bottom lip. “Your wish is my command.” In all his sexy biker glory, he reached back, grabbing the neck of his tee and pulled it over his head in one smooth motion.

Wetness surged between my legs at the sight of him. The tattoos decorating his body were beautiful. Every inch of him was covered in colorful art. My eyes drug leisurely down the hard planes of muscle, down the trail of dark hair from his navel and farther down beneath his jeans. Every solid inch of him was perfect. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from it.

“See something you like?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Everything,” I admitted honestly. “I like everything I see.”

His eyes darkened as he bent down to capture my mouth in another searing kiss that left me breathless. As our tongues tangled, his hand slid between my thighs, fingers grazing the sensitive skin there.

I moaned into his mouth when he found me already wet and waiting. He groaned in response, his finger circling my entrance.

“All this for me?” he murmured, pulling back to watch my face as he slid one thick finger inside me.

“Yes.” My hips lifting to meet his hand. “Please, Rage.”

He added a second thick finger, stretching me deliciously as his thumb found my clit.

The dual sensation has me crying out.

“That’s it.” His eyes held mine as he worked me with his fingers. “Let me hear you.”

I bit my lip, a lifetime of trying to stay quiet during intimate moments, making it hard to let go completely.

He shook his head, leaning down to nip at my earlobe. “Don’t hold back on me. I want to hear every sound you make when I’m touching you.”

To emphasize his point, he curled his fingers inside me, finding that perfect spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids.

“Oh god,” I cried out, my back arching. “Right there.”

He smiled against my neck, repeating the motion. “Like that?”

Like? No, I loved it. I drug my nails deep into his skin. “Don’t stop.”

His rhythm was relentless, fingers pumping in and out as his thumb circled my clit with just the right pressure. I could feel the tension building low in my belly, that familiar tightening that signaled I was close.

“Rage,” I panted, my thighs beginning to tremble. “I’m going to?—”

“Fuck yes you are,” he rumbled. “Let me feel you.”

And that was all I needed to push me over the edge. Body quaking, I shattered beneath him, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crashed through me. His skilled hands worked me through it, gentling when I dug my heels into the mattress, trying to scoot away.

Holy. Shit.

I lay there, breaths sawing in and out, as he pressed soft kisses along my collarbone, my neck, my jaw. When he finally reached my lips, he took my mouth long, wet, slow.

“You’re fucking gorgeous when you come,” he murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

I smiled up at him, feeling languid and satisfied, but not nearly done. “Your turn.”

His eyebrows shot up as I pushed at his shoulders, encouraging him to roll onto his back. After a moment of hesitation, he complied, letting me take the lead.

Throwing my legs over his long legs, I straddled his thighs and went for his belt before stalling. “Can I?”

He nodded, watching me with hooded lids as I unbuckled the Harley belt, twisted the button open, and slowly lowered his zipper. The outline of his erection was impossible to miss, straining against the fabric of his jeans. Rage shifted, growing impatient. Tough. This was my show now.

Gripping the denim in my hands, I tugged his jeans down his legs slowly.

My lips turned up. It felt like unwrapping a present at Christmas.

Feeling braver, I palmed him through the thin cotton of his boxers. His breath hitched and I reveled in the sound.

It felt powerful having control over his pleasure.

“Fuck,” he hissed. I ran my fingers across his cock again and his hips jerked up into my touch. “You’re killing me, baby.”

“You don’t like me touching?” I arched a brow.

“I want you to stop torturing me,” he croaked.

Fair enough.

Hooking my fingers into the waistband of his boxers, I pulled down the barrier between us and freed him completely. My eyes widened at the sight of him. “Holy shit.” His cock was long and thick, and leaking at the tip.

“Put me in your mouth.” It was a demand. Not one that I was going to obey, of course. This was my show and I wasn’t done playing.

Watching him defiantly, I wrapped my hand around his rod and stroked from base to tip. Rage’s dark eyes fluttered closed, a deep groan vibrating to the surface from somewhere deep in his chest.

“Jesus, Mac,” he hissed as his hands gripped onto the sheets.

Emboldened by his reaction, I leaned down and pressed a kiss to the tip, tasting the saltiness there.

“Please, baby.” His voice was desperate.

“Since you asked so nicely,” I sassed, taking him into my mouth.

I’d never particularly enjoyed this act with my past partners, but something about the way he responded and the sounds he was making that made me want to give him the best blow job he’d ever had.

I took him as deep into the back of my throat. “That’s it, baby.” His fingers threaded through my hair and he pushed my head lower, encouraging me to take him even deeper.

“Oh, fuck. Your mouth feels so good. Fuck, Mac. Nothing sexier than your plump lips wrapped around my cock.”

I hummed around him, pleased by his praise, and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath when I swallowed around the head of his cock. I continued my ministrations, alternating between long, slow licks and taking him deep.

“Need to be inside you,” he said, his voice rough like he’d just swallowed gravel. “Or this is gonna be over way too soon.”

Before I could protest, his hands slipped under my arms and he was yanking me up his body to straddle his hips.

“Not fair,” I pouted.

“Later. Grab a condom,“ he urged, nodding toward the nightstand.

I leaned over, pulling open the drawer to find a strip of rubbers. I didn’t want to think about how many women he’d had in this bed before me. Not now. Probably not ever.

Shaking off the green monster that was stirring, I tore one off then watched as he rolled it down his length.

Before I could even blink, his hands were on my hips and he was guiding me into position above him.

“Ride me,” he urged.

Not needing to be told twice, I sank down slowly, taking him inside me inch by glorious inch.

“Ah!” My body stretched almost painfully to accommodate his size.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his fingers digging into my flesh. “Your pussy’s so fucking tight.”

My fingers clawed at his chest as I struggled to adjust to his massive cock inside me.

“You okay?” he asked, concern etching his features despite the strain in his voice.

I nodded. “Yeah. It’s just... you’re really big and it’s been a while.”

His eyes darkened and the grip he had on my hip tightened almost painfully. “We can stop.”

“Not on your life.” I rolled my hips experimentally and gasped at the sensation. “You feel amazing.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. His hands loosened on my hips, guiding me as I started to move, finding a rhythm that had us both panting.

“God, Rage. I’ve never—” My head fell back on my shoulders and my hips rocked and rolled. At this angle he was hitting places inside me that had my vision blurring.

“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged as he watched where our bodies were joined with undisguised fascination. “Make yourself feel good.”

I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest as I picked up the pace. The change in angle made him hit that sweet spot with each thrust, and I could feel it building toward another orgasm already.

“Baby,” I moaned, my movements becoming more erratic as pleasure coiled tighter within me. “I’m so close.”

He reached between us, his thumb going right to my clit and circling the hard bud. “Come for me again, sweetheart. I wanna to feel you come all over my cock.”

His words, combined with the way he felt inside of me and his thumb on my clit, sent me hurtling over the edge into ecstasy.

“My turn,” Rage snarled, flipping us over and pinning me beneath him without breaking our connection. The new position allowed him to drive into me deeper, harder, and all I could do was hold on as he chased his own release.

“So fucking perfect.” His thrusts were almost brutal.

My legs tightened around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Let go, baby.”

His eyes went molten and with a final powerful thrust he buried himself to the hilt and tensed as he found his release.

“Holy shit.” I panted.

“Yeah,” he agreed, carefully pulling out and disposed of the condom in the wastebasket beside the bed before collapsing beside me.

“Get over here.” His arm wrapped around my waist and he yanked me against his chest.

“That was…” I started, unsure how to finish the sentence as I traced his tattoos with my fingertips.

“The best sex I’ve ever had.” His voice did nothing to hide his satisfaction.

I smiled, resting my head on his chest, letting the steady thud of his heartbeat lull me.

“Same.” I yawned.

The exhaustion from my shift, combined with the physical exertion of what we’d just done, was finally catching up to me.

As my eyelids grew heavy, I felt him press a kiss to the top of my head.

“Sleep, baby,” he murmured, his arms tightening around me. “I’ve got you.”

Sated and sleepy, I relaxed into his hold and fell right to sleep.