Page 45 of Victorious, Part 2 (The LA Defiance MC #6)

CLOVER

The war playing out on his face is fascinating to watch. Desire battles with practicality, need fights with caution. But when I reach for the hem of my dress, pulling it up just enough to reveal the black lace panties I wore tonight, practicality loses out.

“Fuck, Clover…” he murmurs huskily, and then his mouth is on mine.

Hot, demanding, ravenous.

His hands are everywhere at once, tangling in my hair, gripping my ass, sliding up my thighs. The sounds of other visitors drift over to us, voices and footsteps that remind us how exposed we are, and how easily we could be discovered.

It only fuels the fire.

“This is insane,” Phoenix murmurs against my neck, but his fingers have already curled around the lace edge of my panties, and he yanks them down in one swift move.

“Good insane or bad insane?” I gasp as he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist.

“The best kind of insane.” He growls, and the sound vibrates through my chest.

The way he looks at me, wild and wrecked, makes my pulse stutter. I reach down, undoing his belt with shaking fingers, the clink of the buckle lost in the rush of blood in my ears.

My hand grips his hard cock when I free it, and his breath escapes in a harsh groan. I guide the tip of his head to my entrance, and for a heartbeat, we both freeze, our eyes locking on each other.

Then he thrusts forward, sinking deep inside me with one powerful stroke. I gasp, the air stolen from my lungs, my body stretching around him, grasping him as though it never wants to let go.

The angle is perfect, the risk of being seen making every sensation sharper, more vivid.

Phoenix stills, his breathing catches in his throat as his fingers clench tight against my bare ass. I lift my head to look at him, and he grins at me, slightly shaking his head. “This is fucking insane,” he whispers.

I slowly begin to rock my hips against him, his eyes roll back into his head as he bites down on his bottom lip.

“Bucket list, baby,” I whisper back, moving in, my teeth clamping down on his ear.

A small groan escapes him as he begins to rock with me. “I’ve created a fucking monster,” he murmurs back, his voice a little stronger now.

“Did you hear something?” a stray voice from behind us states.

Phoenix stills, his eyes darting up to see if we’re caught, but there’s something about the danger of it all that makes me feel reckless.

I grab his face and keep rocking my hips. “Focus on me,” I whisper. “Move with me,” I instruct, moving my hips in such a way that he has no choice but to join me in the moment.

A low curse slips from his mouth before he slams his lips to mine, thrusting back into me with a rhythm that’s rough, hungry, and deliberate. The sharp press of his fingers leaves bruises I’ll savor later, and the friction of his cock inside me is almost too much.

My body lights up, nerve endings sparking as he drives deeper, grinding just right. His mouth covers mine, swallowing every breathy gasp, every strangled moan I can’t contain.

“You feel so fucking good,” he whispers harshly against my ear. “So perfect. Mine .”

“Yes,” I whisper back. “Yours. Always yours.”

The footsteps of other visitors pass by our hiding spot, close enough that I hear their conversation about the holiday display. I bite down on his shoulder to keep from crying out, my nails digging into his back while the tension inside me spirals higher.

But then something sharp cuts through the air. An unmistakable voice, closer now. “Hey, is someone back there?”

Phoenix freezes again, his cock still buried inside me, both of us holding our breath.

My heart slams in my chest, my whole body clenched, trembling on the edge of release.

I press my lips to his ear. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. I need you, Phoenix.”

His curse is guttural, and with a rough growl, he slams back into me, harder this time. My gasp is barely contained as he moves, fast and punishing, trying to chase the orgasm I’m dangling over while time is running out.

Phoenix seems to sense how close I am because his thumb finds that perfect spot between us, circling with just the right pressure. I whimper against his mouth, the world around us disappearing, melting into color and heat and the frantic thrum of my heartbeat.

“Let go,” he commands softly. “I’ve got you.”

I press my face into his shoulder, every muscle locking tight.

My toes curl in my heels, my thighs quake around his hips, and a desperate, aching heat blooms low in my belly, rippling out until I’m nothing but sensation.

My breath hitches, shallow and fast, my body drawn so taut I feel like I might shatter.

Sparks dance behind my eyelids, and my entire core clenches with need, holding him so tight it borders on unbearable.

Then it hits.

The climax barrels into me.

Blinding and brutal, my body seizing around him, shaking with the force of it, at the same time, Phoenix lets out a strangled groan, and his thrusts become erratic.

His jaw clenches, his forehead pressing against mine, and I feel the tension rippling through his body.

His arms tighten around me, and his breath comes in ragged bursts as he drives into me one last time.

A guttural sound tears from his throat. Low, raw, and unrestrained as he comes, shuddering against me, every muscle taut with release.

I feel the heat of him inside me, his entire body rocking with the force of it, and it’s everything—his pleasure, my own, the fact that we’re still on the edge of being discovered, and we don’t fucking care.

As we both pant frantically, we hear footsteps again, but this time, they’re moving away.

A close call.

A wild, reckless, perfect mess that leaves us panting in each other’s arms, wrecked and breathless.

We don’t move.

We barely breathe.

My legs are still wrapped around him, his arms holding me tight, both of us caught in the blissful aftermath.

The adrenaline, the orgasms, the near misses, they crash over us all at once.

But we stay frozen, both of us breathing hard, the reality of what we just did slowly sinking in.

When Phoenix finally sets me down, my legs are shaky, and I have to hold onto his arm for support.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” I whisper, adjusting my dress with trembling fingers.

“I can’t believe you talked me into it.” But he’s grinning as he says it, looking exactly like a man who just had the best sex of his life in the most inappropriate place possible.

“Are you mad?” I ask, suddenly needing to hear him tell me it’s okay.

He cups my face in his hands, his blue eyes serious.

“Never. Not with you. Not ever. I didn’t expect this from you, and if we got caught, I don’t even want to think about that phone call to your brother.

But Clo, I think you forget that I was a Steel Serpent back in the day.

I’m good with risky when it comes to me, I just don’t want to do anything that is gonna risk you and your safety.

You’re my Old Lady now. It’s my job to protect you. ”

That’s the first time he’s called me his Old Lady.

Deep down, I knew. We’re married now, so it kind of goes without saying.

But this is the first time he’s actually said it— out loud.

“Old Lady, huh?”

He tilts his head, smirking at me. “That’s the only thing you heard out of that?”

Grinning from ear to ear, I pull him closer to me. “I’m your Old Lady,” I chime in a sing-song.

He shakes his head. “And my wife, even Maverick and Sadie can’t claim that.”

Widening my eyes, I burst out laughing. “Oh shit, you’re right. Oh man, he is gonna hate this so much.”

Phoenix smiles, letting out a soft sigh. “So, Reel Girl, what’s next on this list?”

A flush crosses my cheeks as I shake my head. “We can just go back to the hotel, it doesn’t matter—”

“Oh no, you don’t! C’mon, tell me.”

Scrunching up my nose, I look away from him to hide my embarrassment. “Remember I wrote this list when I was sixteen—”

“Just tell me, Clo.”

“Fine! It’s to have an impromptu romantic movie moment.”

Phoenix takes my left hand in his and points to my golden cactus wedding ring. “Vegas Wedding, not impromptu movie magic enough for your list, Clover?”

I smile up at him and nod, my heart flooding with warmth. “Of course it is. That’ll do. We will mark that one off—”

“That will do?” He chuckles, shaking his head.

“No. You want something from a movie, I’ll give you something from a movie, baby.

” He bends down, picking up my panties, shows them to me, subtly sniffs them, then places them in his pocket.

“I’m keeping these,” he says in his most sultry voice, giving me a look that can only be described as a smolder from all those romantic movies I love so much.

I fight back my laugh as he raises his brow as if to ask, ‘Was that it? Did I do it?’ and I struggle to hold back my grimace. “I love you for trying.”

He huffs, slumping his shoulders. “All right, the night is young. I’m not giving up.” Then he leans in, pressing his lips to mine. The kiss is soft and sweet, a stark contrast to the desperate passion of moments before. When we break apart, I feel as though I’m glowing from the inside out.

He reaches out for my hand, I take it, and we finally escape our hiding place and make our way back out onto the streets of Vegas.

The night has turned windy, the clouds overhead beginning to appear like Thor himself may fall from between the ominous gray veil, low and heavy with his electric wrath.

As we continue to walk, slowly, rain begins as a whisper, soft, tentative drops that kiss our skin.

“Shit, we should get off the street before this turns into a storm,” I tell Phoenix.