Page 8 of Snarl (Primal Howlers MC #9)

Having no other option, and agreeing that we should get the hell out of Dodge, I did as he instructed, then strapped on the helmet, and climbed on the back of Snarl’s bike, which tore down the road before I knew what was happening.

I closed my eyes, held onto Snarl for dear life, and even sent up a few prayers.

Granny would have been proud. But soon, fear gave way to exhilaration, and I opened my eyes to see Denver flying past us as Snarl’s bike cut through the cool night air.

I did my best to relax and enjoy the moment, thinking of the experience as field research.

I wasn’t straddled onto the back of a death machine with the sexiest man I’d ever met, I was studying the elusive nomad in his natural habitat.

A city that seemed almost new to me from the back of Snarl’s bike.

“You doin’ okay?” Snarl asked.

“Terrified, but kind of loving it, too!”

“Yup, that’s the point,” he replied, before pulling back on the throttle.

I squealed in delicious terror as the bike roared down the highway, passing cars like they were standing still.

I was afraid, but also exhilarated by the ride.

Snarl and his bike moved together like they were dancing partners.

All I had to do was hold on, and trust that he knew what he was doing. Much like the rest of the evening.

The second I unlocked my door, Snarl pushed me up against the wall and kissed me for all I was worth.

“Wait,” I panted out. “I need you to know I’m not this girl.”

“What girl?” he asked.

“The kind of girl who fucks a guy she just met.”

“Shut up, Lennon.”

“I just need you to know I’m not a slut.”

“Jesus, woman, in what world would you ever think I’d think you were a slut?” he growled.

“Um, I just met you and we’re about to do the nasty?”

“Yeah, so?”

“Well, um, that’s probably—”

“Don’t think you’re a slut, baby.”

I cocked my head. “Are you saying that so you can get in my pants?”

He chuckled. “If I say yes, are you going to stop me from getting into your pants?”

I bit my lip and then sighed. “No.”

“Then it’s a moot point. However, in no scenario would any of this make you a slut, just to be clear.”

His mouth covered mine again, and his tongue slid inside with a grunt that built a hunger straight to my soul.

I reached for his belt but couldn’t figure out how to undo the complicated hook, so he did it for me and once it was undone, I tugged it from his jeans.

The whoosh was the only sound in the quiet until the metal of the buckle hit the hardwood.

He’d already unzipped my jeans, and they were halfway down my thighs, so I pushed them the rest of the way, kicking them off, shoes and all.

He broke the kiss just long enough to lift my shirt over my head then he hooked a thumb in the side of my panties, pulling them down my hips. Not all the way down, just to the top of my thighs, his thumb digging into my flesh, and I shivered at his touch.

I frantically tugged at the zipper of his jeans as he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, the chain attached to it brushing against my fingers. He grabbed a condom from his wallet and tore open the packet with his teeth before throwing the wallet in the corner next to my jeans and shoes.

He paid no mind to the fact my panties were still around my thighs and rather than shimmying them down my legs, he ripped them from my body.

This might have bothered me in another lifetime, but in this one, it made me soaked.

He then shoved his jeans and boxer briefs halfway down his thighs as he kissed me again.

“Hold on, Lennon,” he growled, lifting my legs and guiding them around his waist and anchoring me to the wall and then he was inside.

I cried out as he buried himself to the hilt, his groan meeting mine.

“Baby, look at me,” he demanded, and I met his eyes.

With our gazes connected, he moved. I gripped his hips with my legs, digging in, matching his strokes as I grasped the back of his neck with one hand, while the other did its best to hold onto his giant bicep.

I couldn’t breathe.

I mean, I could, because if I didn’t, I’d cease to be alive, but as he stared into my soul and fucked the ever living life out of my body, I could not breathe.

He, on the other hand, was. In the form of grunts of pleasure as he slammed into me, over and over again, hard enough, I feared he might put a hole in my wall.

“Snarl!” I cried out, then quickly shoved my face into his neck as a climax shot through me. I’d never felt anything like it before. It might have been fast, but it was also beautiful.

Seconds later, he gave one last thrust, then let out a quiet grunt as I felt his cock pulse inside of me, all the while, keeping me pinned to the wall.

“Oh my god,” I rasped.

Snarl grinned, kissing me gently, as he pulled out, helping me lower my feet to the floor and holding me tightly as my legs wobbled. “You good?”

“Ah, give me a second to get my sea legs,” I said, gripping his cut.

It was then I realized he was still half-clothed, and I hadn’t taken my bra off.

He chuckled. “Next time we’ll get all the way naked, sound good?”

I met his eyes. “Just as long as there’s a next time…”

He stroked my cheek. “There’s gonna be a series of next times, beautiful.”

I grinned. “Correct answer.”

“Let me get rid of this condom. Bathroom?”

“Down the hall on the left.”

“Which one’s your room?” he asked.

“Last door on the right.”

He kicked off his jeans (which also held his boxer briefs) and then headed down the hall while I removed the rest of my clothes and met him in my bedroom.