Page 16 of Tracked by Hound (Steel Rebels MC #5)

Chelsea whirls around, horror in her expression, but I catch that beautiful flush I love so much. “What? Ransom had no right to tell you my private business!”

“He told me you got fired too,” I say, walking toward her, but she backs up a step, lifting her hand to stop me. “Chelsea—”

“Please stop,” she begs, before releasing a ragged breath. “It’s embarrassing enough that you found me looking like a homeless person, and now Ransom has been blabbering to everyone. I can’t…”

“Hey, don’t cry,” I say, horrified, closing the distance between us and drawing her into my arms despite her best effort to keep me away.

“I’m not crying,” she sniffs. “Fine, you probably figured that I have feelings for you, but it’s probably the Stockholm syndrome, and you’re here to what? Comfort me? I don’t need it. I’m fine.”

“Well, I’m not,” I say, pulling back so her eyes meet mine. “If you are suffering from Stockholm syndrome, then it seems I am as well.”

“What?”

“I let you leave, kitten, because I figured that’s what you wanted,” I confess. “That day, I wanted to punch your brother for coming for you. It took all my strength to not chase after you and beg you to stay, but Christ, I didn’t want to pressure you into something you didn’t want.”

“I wanted to stay,” she admits, running her sleeve under her nose. “I thought you’d stop me. I wanted you to.”

“I’m sorry, Chelsea.” I pull her back into the embrace and hug her close. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I missed you.”

“I missed you,” she echoes, returning my embrace for long seconds before she breaks the silence. “It’s Lima syndrome.”

“Huh?”

Chelsea pulls back, and this time, there’s a smile on her face. “When a captor falls for the person they’ve kidnapped, it’s called Lima syndrome.”

Her mouth is moving, but I don’t register the words as all the emotions I’ve buried inside surface all at once, nearly knocking me out with their strength.

“Fuck, I’m missed you, kitten.” I lift my hand to her cheek and cradle it, staring into the beautiful eyes of the woman I love more than life itself, before leaning down and bringing our foreheads together.

“It’s been a miserable week for me too, Chelsea. ”

“You should have come sooner.”

“I know,” I say, my hand trailing down her cheek, moving lower and groaning when I cup her tit to find she doesn’t have a bra on. My cock hardens in seconds, pressing against my fly. “I need to have you, baby. Now.”

Her hands circle my shoulder before she pulls me down, her breath puffing in needy pants. “Then take me.”

I slam my mouth down on hers, and I feel something inside me settle into place as she opens up for me, her grip on my shoulder tightening as we deepen the kiss.

It’s feral and wet, two hungry people who have been starved for each other.

I taste her tears on her lips, evidence of how desperately we’ve both longed for this.

Christ, I should take it easy, love on her gently like the petal that she is, but Lord above, I can’t control myself.

Not this time.

“Need to be inside of you,” I growl against her mouth, pushing her back against the wall.

My hands drop to her pajama pants and feverishly tug them down.

They slip down her thighs, and Chelsea doesn’t break away from the kiss as she steps out of them.

I drag my fingertips up her thighs, gently massaging her pussy to part her soft folds.

She whimpers when my digit grazes her clit, and there’s surprise when I find her already wet.

Her pussy is drenched. “Fuck, kitten, were you playing with yourself before I showed up—”

“Please don’t ask,” she says, mortified by the looks of it. “I can’t take any more embarrassment today.”

“What were you thinking when you were touching yourself?” I demand, sliding my finger into her entrance. She jerks against me, her mouth parting on a moan when I start pumping in and out of her drenched sex. “Tell me, kitten!”

“You,” she whimpers, burying her face in my shoulder as she rolls her hips to meet my thrusts. “There, are you happy now that you’ve embarrassed me beyond reprieve?”

“How rude of me. I should apologize.”

“You should… No,” she whines when I pull back my fingers, my hand moving to unfasten my jeans. I tug down the zipper and shove them out of the way.

“Hold on to me, baby,” I grind out, sliding my hand to her ass and lifting her against the wall.

Chelsea instinctively wraps her thighs around my hips, crying out when I slam into her.

My groan echoes through the room as I fill her impossibly tight pussy, stretching her with my massive cock.

I’ve thought about this all week, replaying all the moments we made love and dying to have just one more night with her.

“Want you,” she cries, clawing my back. “Missed you so much.”

There are no words or voice to communicate them, so I choose to show her.

My fingers tighten on her perfect ass before I start driving in and out of her pussy in fevered need.

She sobs into my ear, and I soak up every pleasured sound she makes, committing it to memory.

Vowing to do this for the rest of our lives.

“Mine!” I growl, the sound almost inhuman as I bury my face into her neck and rock into her, hammering my cock harder and faster into her snug sex.

Kissing, biting, and licking her neck as I take her, pour myself and the desperation I’ve felt all week into her body.

She takes everything, clinging to me like a lifeline.

“Hound…” She pants, her nails digging into my back as her thighs begin to tremble around my waist. “Oh God, I’m so close—”

“Come for me, kitten,” I breathe into her ear, biting her earlobe as I impale her with my cock, my moves nearly brutal, and I feel it the second it happens for her.

Her breath catches in her throat before releasing in a scream.

I drive my cock brutally into her until I feel the threat of my own climax.

Her sex clenches around me, gripping my cock tight before releasing in pulsing waves as moisture floods between us.

I grip her ass, digging my fingers into her as my own climax tears through, and I roar as I flood her womb with my hot spend, further marking her as mine.

“I love you. God, I love you so much, Chelsea!” I growl as I thrust into her tightness, pouring everything into her. Taking everything she offers in return.

“I love you,” she pants into my ear, her body going pliant against mine. “I loved you from the moment I saw you.”

“It was the same for me, kitten.” I hug her close, holding us both up despite the weakness in my muscles. We’ve been apart for way too long, even consider creating space between us. “You’re mine.” I growl, tightening my hold.

Forever this time!