Dark Temptation (Dark Saints MC Book 2)(15)

“Jenny,” was the only word I could come up with. This Jenny was fucking spectacular. I slid my hand over her stomach across her hip bone and felt the heat between her legs.

“Oh, God...” She closed her eyes and slid her legs alongside mine. Everything about her was soft, smooth, like silk. Everything about me was the exact fucking opposite, but she fit to my body in a way no other woman ever had.

It had been only a few minutes since we’d fucked like animals in the alley, but I was barely able to hold back and found her again.

Being inside her nearly drove me out of my head. Her heat matched mine. I moved my hips against hers and I felt her hips grind on mine in response.

“Benz, again, oh God.” Her words came out between short panting little breaths. She was on the edge again, just like I was. Jenny’s nails raked across my back as I rocked in and out. She screamed this time. Feeling her body clench around mine sent me over the top.

I leaned down and took one of her breasts in my mouth as we both lost it again.

Where had she come from? Really? How had I lived my entire fucking life without this in it? Without her in it?

I looked down and realized I was probably smothering her. I flipped us both over and she rested her hand on my chest.

“That was something else, Jenny.”

“Times two.”

“I don’t normally…”

“I don’t either. That was some wild shit. And all from the town librarian? Jesus. I should have been at the library reading instead of fixing cars as a teenager. Is this what those Harry Potter parties are all about?”

She laughed. I felt her body shake against mine.

This was normally the time when I’d make my exit. I had no time for talking to a woman after.

“More like the Fifty Shades parties.”

“Yeah, I was missing out.”

“To be fair, I’m a really good librarian.”

“Fuck yeah.” And it was my turn to laugh. Instead of wanting her out of my place, instead of worrying she’d get too attached, I wanted her to stay. I wanted her in my arms. And I wanted to be inside her again.

“Benz, I’m sorry I stood you up the other day.”

“Yeah? Why did you change your mind?”

“I just couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Yeah, me too. But I had no idea it was going to be this... uh– ”

“Mind blowing? Yeah, me neither.”

I squeezed her tight. I wanted to know her, talk to her, tell her about myself. It was a totally different ball game with this chick.

But for the moment we just lay together. Which was okay too. She wasn’t someone who had to fill up every single moment of dead air with talking. I liked that about her too.

We could have lay like that all night.

But my phone buzzed. It was Bear.





11





Jen



My mind tried to process what had happened. My body needed no help. It was deliciously satisfied. I was tired but content in Benz’s arms. Benz. That was really all I knew. He was a Dark Saint. He was tough, he was protective of me, he had a great apartment, and he had me.

Twice.

I’d gone way beyond getting information from The Dark Saints in the last hour. I’d dove into the deep end and had no plan for getting out.

Lying in Benz’s arms gave me a false sense of security, or maybe I just felt out of time. Like what had just happened between us couldn’t have been real. Benz couldn’t be real.

But he was. For a moment I looked at him, just looked. His arms were covered in tats, over cords of muscle and vein. His chest was rock hard and trailed into abs that looked more like those of a Greek God than biker. I thought I’d noticed everything about him in his leather. I was wrong. We were wrapped up in each other and I was seeing more.

I needed to stop. The things I wanted to do to him were carnal for sure. I wanted to kiss every inch of his body.

How had I become so lost in this fantasy? Lost in him. The only reason I was here in this town was that I wanted to put him or at least his club out of business.

I was a liar.

I started to have a sick feeling in my stomach.

Benz may be the outlaw, but I felt like the criminal. What happened between us wasn’t an act on my part, it was intense, and unlike anything that I’d ever done.

But what was I? I was fake.

Benz squeezed me and planted a kiss on my forehead. I heard his phone buzz.

“I gotta take this babe.” Benz sat up and swung his legs over the bed. It was a moment of space between us that I needed.

I puzzle out what to do next. Who was this person that had lost complete control?

I combed through my hair with my fingers. Benz padded into his kitchen.

“Yep, the warehouse on pier three. What, nine p.m. early enough? Okay. They think New Jack Swing eh? Not playing.” He was talking low. He didn’t want me to hear. But the phrase New Jack Swing caught my ear. I knew that was morphine and heroin. He was arranging a drug deal. Right now. Right next to me.

And I remembered. I remembered who I was and why I was here.

I stayed still in bed. I pretended some more so I could hear. He said nine, he said warehouse on pier three. I committed it to memory.

“I’ll be sure no one fucks it up. Yep. I understand.”