An Outlaw Monster (Back Down Devil MC #10)(26)

I needed to clear my mind of anything to do with the day.

So I did the worst thing possible.

I thought about Harlee.

My dick instantly started to swell. I looked around the bathroom and saw a towel hanging up. I reached for it and stuffed it against my nose. Goddamn, it smelled like her. Her sweet skin. Her shampoo. She was beautiful. And the way she knew how to survive. Having a bag packed, with all her supplies and clothes, it just turned me on even more. A woman that could survive deserved to be protected.

I dropped the towel and made fists.

This was why I needed to be in the clubhouse. There were a handful of relievers that would be ready and willing to bend over and take one from me. That was the one way to settle after a brutal day of living the outlaw life. Shit, there were bullets and blades with my name on them. I didn’t have to time waste.

I quickly tore open my jeans and dropped them to my knees.

Fuck it.

I grabbed my cock and squeezed it tight. Two swift jerks and I was full staff, ready to go. My legs tensed up, already feeling good. My hand scaled up and down my dick, root to tip, back to root. I held there and grabbed the edge of the sink with my free hand. I looked at myself in the mirror. Then I looked down. My cock was huge, full, veins pulsing. There was no holding back now. I had to take care of this urge again and right now.

So I started to jerk my dick.

I shut my eyes and thought about the little bit of skin I saw on Harlee. The way her tits poured from the top of her shirt the night I met her. The way she sat on the edge of the bathtub, a towel around her body, leg up, damn near showing me everything.

“Fuck,” I growled.

My hand squeezed tighter at the head of my cock. My thumb rubbing up and back against the curvy, sensitive flesh. All those nerve endings commanding the rest of my body to get ready to explode like a pent up volcano ready to destroy anything in sight. My goddamn balls were tight and felt twisted. I started to thrust at myself, demanding myself to hurry the f*ck up. This wasn’t for pleasure. This was for need.

I kept going, faster, damn near acting like I wanted to rip my dick off.

Deep inside, I felt it all churning. All collecting, ready for the finale.

I thought about if Harlee had opened her legs all the way that night. How I would have nestled right there, between her f*cking legs. I would’ve licked her * clean and dry. Not a drop of that honey would have gone to waste with me.

She would feed the f*cking monster…

I hissed and felt the rush coming.

I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror, seconds away from shooting my load into the bathroom sink.

My hand instantly stopped.

I realized then I wasn’t alone.

Harlee was just a couple feet behind me, watching me…

**

Our eyes met in the reflection. Her eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed. Yeah, it must have been a big shock to find me with my pants down, jerking off. My dick pulsed and started to ache a little. Getting that close and stopping was not a pleasant feeling at all. Everything started to feel backed up and I couldn’t stand there forever.

What are we going to do here, darling?

I curled my lip, stuck between angry and horny.

Goddammit, I wanted to turn around and ravage her sweet curvy body.

But I couldn’t get any closer. I couldn’t tempt damn fate anymore. If the order came down that she needed to go, I couldn’t stop it. There was no way I could get inside her without causing a bigger f*cking mess.

Which left me with one choice.

I had to keep going.

My right hand gripped tight again. I felt my arm flex, along with my back. I started to stroke myself, my eyes locked into the reflection of Harlee looking back. Her lips parted into a silent gasp as she just stood there. She stepped back and hit the wall in the hallway. Her hands touched the wall. She was in nothing but a long t-shirt. Her legs started to part and the shirt hiked up a little, but not goddamn enough for me.

Then she touched the bottom of the shirt and lifted it up to show me her panties.

Goddammit, they were pink.

Pink f*cking panties…

My cock was closing in on finishing again but I fought it off. I stayed focused on Harlee.

Slowly, I nodded.

Keep going, darling. Don’t you f*cking prude up on me now.

Harlee kept going with the shirt, showing me her belly button. Her hips were beautifully curved, natural. They were hips meant for holding from behind and meant for pumping when on top.

Her left hand came across her panties and curled down between her legs.

I growled and held the urge to come back again. My balls felt like eighty pound weights.

Her fingers disappeared between her legs for a second and then came right back up. She kept going and slowly reached into her panties. I watched the outline of her fingers curl down again. Goddammit, she was touching herself. Touching that sweet * my mouth craved to taste.

Again, she pulled her hand out just a couple seconds later.

She let her shirt go and it covered everything up. But she wasn’t finished yet. She reached up the shirt and bent forward. She stripped her panties down to her ankles. She stepped out and kicked them away. This time when she lifted her shirt, I finally got to see. The creamy color of her legs gave way to the smoothness of her *. She had been taking care of herself in my goddamn shower. She was beautifully clean. Two fingers touched her slit, peeling her flower open, showing me her pink and tender hole. Her middle finger dabbed against her wetness and her hips jutted forward. Her right hand kept lifting her shirt as she arched her back, spreading her legs, making sure I could see everything.