Rome's Chance (Reapers MC #6.6)(9)

But when her lips opened against mine, I didn’t stop to analyze the situation.

Nope.

I just took what was offered, shoving my tongue deep inside, taking everything she’d give me. Not that it was enough. Kissing was great, but it was only the first step toward what I really needed.

Her cunt wrapped tight around my dick.

She raised a hand, curling her fingers into my hair, and my cock nearly burst my jeans. I’d been so careful all night. A perfect fucking gentleman, dancing the goddamned two-step when what I really wanted was to shove her over the nearest table and fuck her ’til she screamed.

And whether she was ready to admit it or not, Randi wanted the same thing.

I’d felt her shivering when my dick poked her stomach. Hell of a turn-on, but not a surprise. We’d always had that kind of chemistry, right from the first moment I’d seen her, years ago. The girl had been sneaking up to the keg like she was getting away with something, laughing and giggling with her friends.

Fuckin’ adorable.

Back then, she was sheltered. Her mom had been out partying every night, but Randi spent all her time working and taking care of her little brothers and sister. I’d decided to move slow. Let her get comfortable—not to mention well and truly hooked—before closing the trap.

And once I trapped her, I’d planned to keep her.

Then the fires came, and I’d had to fight to save my valley. When she evacuated, I’d felt nothing but relief. That summer was pure hell. New fires exploded around us daily, until the skies were black and the ashes fell like snow. It was no place for a girl like Randi.

Hell, it was no place for humans, period.

It took real snow falling to put out the last of the fires, and by then it was too late. She hadn’t just evacuated—they’d moved to Missoula, and Randi had started school there. I was a selfish bastard, no doubt, but not even I was selfish enough to fuck that up for her.

Still…there’d always been a part of me that’d wondered what might’ve happened if I hadn’t been so careful. I could’ve fucked Randi the night of the party, easy. Not only was she primed and ready to go, she didn’t have the experience to hide it. When she’d smiled at me over her red Solo cup, it took everything I had not to drag her out past the firelight and spread her right there on the ground.

A few days later, I’d picked her up for our one and only date. She’d climbed onto the back of my bike and then sat there, trying to figure out how to hold on without touching me too much. Sweet and shy. Then I’d felt her tits against my back when she realized not touching wasn’t one of the options. Nearly blew my wad when her fingers spread across my stomach, yet I’d still dropped her off practically untouched.

Fucking idiot.

Now I had another chance, and I’d learned my lesson. Randi wouldn’t be ending the night safe in her own bed.

My balls tightened at the thought.

Deepening the kiss, I reached down and caught her leg, wrapping it up and around my hip. Better. My cock begged for more. Randi was all in, one hand clenching in my hair and the other fumbling at my waist. Then her hand slid up under my shirt, fingernails digging into my back. My hips thrust against her stomach. Christ. This was close, but not enough.

She was too short for me to hit the target.

It only took a second to boost her up against the wall. Both her legs wrapped around my waist, and finally my dick found the right place. All of her heat and warmth cradled my hips, just waiting to be fucked. In a perfect world, she’d have worn a skirt. Then I could’ve ripped open my fly, shoved aside her panties, and banged her on the spot. The bar was dark and nobody was paying attention to us.

I knew more than one guy who’d gotten his rocks off in here.

But once again, I’d been stupid. I’d wanted to take her on my bike, and now her perfect cunt was locked up behind a pair of jeans. Pure torture. Grinding into her gave me some relief, but nowhere near enough. I wanted—no, needed—to get inside. Had I ever been this hard before?

I couldn’t remember—probably because my brain was suffering from a very serious blood shortage.

Suddenly Randi’s mouth pulled away from mine. For an instant, I thought it was over. Then her head pushed back against the wall and her eyes closed. Her nails dug deep into my back, and her other hand all but ripped my hair out by the roots.

Holy shit.

She was gonna come.

Sweet little Randi Whittaker was going to cream her pants right here against the wall of the Starkwood Saloon. Not only was God real, he obviously loved me, because the look on her face was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life. My balls tightened, and my dick hurt like a motherfucker.

This dry humping shit wasn’t gonna cut it.

I’d been patient enough. Time for the main event. I’d carry her out the back door and fuck her in the parking lot. Yeah. That’d work. But I had to wait a little longer, because I wanted to see the looked on her face when she came.

Randi started panting, eyelashes fluttering as I pumped upward, scraping the length of my jeans-covered cock over her clit. Somewhere behind us there was music. People were drinking and dancing. There was a whole world of life outside our little circle of darkness.

None of it mattered, though, because in that moment, Randi shuddered and her entire body went stiff. Her neck arched back and her eyes closed. She moaned, and my cock throbbed.