Crash (Brazen Bulls MC #1)(36)

Rad’s face was buried between her legs, his tongue lapping deep, his teeth nipping at her folds, at her clit, his beard strafing the tender skin everywhere. He’d lifted her ass off the bed, and his fingers dug into each cheek.

He growled and grunted like a starving man at his first meal in weeks, and Willa couldn’t focus on anything but that. Every single thought, every single sensation began and ended at her *. All around her swirled down to that point. Even the walls seemed to fade into mist.

Vaguely, from a great distance, she could feel the ache in her knee and knew she was digging her heels into the bed, raising her body up even higher than Rad’s hands had, trying to get him closer than he already was, needing even more pressure, even more of everything about him.

He changed his grip on her ass and brought one hand between her legs, sinking his fingers into her and pumping them. She felt them flex and scissor inside her, finding the most intense points in her whole body, and when she responded, he went at her hard, driving her almost to pain and keeping her at that point, the farthest limit of pleasure, the pinpoint of critical ecstasy.

He hadn’t exaggerated—he was rough—but there was so much focus and devotion in his attention, it felt so much like he was consumed by his need for her just as he was consuming her, that the rough was tender, too. Oh God, she never wanted this to end. At the same time, she needed to come. She chased it, strove for it, craved it.

She twisted his hair in her fingers, and he shook his head sharply, sucking on her clit. Willa nearly screamed as that lightning bolt of pleasure shot through her body. She was so close—f*ck, she was close.

The room was full of grunts and whines and pleas, and Willa had the foggy understanding that she was making most of them. Rad was simply growling into her flesh, the vibrations of the sound rolling from his tongue to her skin and making her writhe.

And then she was there, and f*ck oh f*ck it felt so good! Heat surged through her veins, and she lost control of her body, of any awareness but his mouth and hands on her. She held him to her and tried to move within his iron grip. Fuck, f*ck, f*ck, “Fuck yeah! Fuck! God!”

A loud, long growl that wasn’t Rad’s broke into the moment just as she peaked, and they both went instantly still. With the tremors of her climax still twitching through her muscles, Willa opened her eyes and focused on the point from which the sound had come. The world thudded into place.

Ollie stood in the doorway, his hackles up, his muzzle drawn up in a fearsome snarl. His head was low, and his eyes were locked on Rad’s body. He was ready to charge.

He might well kill Rad if he charged. That he was giving him this moment of warning was a lucky break—Ollie must have decided that Rad was one of his people. But he didn’t like what he was doing to her.

Willa had never had a man in this bedroom. She’d dated a few guys in Tulsa, and she’d gotten far enough in with one to have had sex a few times, but not here. They’d dated for three months, but she hadn’t felt close enough to him to let him into her home. So Ollie couldn’t understand what was happening now.

“Ollie, easy,” Willa gasped, rising up on her elbows. “Easy, boy. It’s okay.”

That thunderous growl stopped, but Ollie didn’t move. He was too activated to respond to the casual command. He needed something specific.

Rad was frozen between her legs, his eyes wide, his beard wet, his face flushed.

Willa stretched her arm out and snapped her fingers at the side of the bed. “Ollie, release. Release.”

The dog came into a more relaxed standing position, and his snout softened. After one last beat of indecision, he came to the side of the bed, keeping his eyes on Rad. He licked Willa’s hand.

“Good boy, Olliegollie. Good boy. Everything’s okay.” She scratched behind his jaw, and he leaned into it, fully at ease now. His tail wagged.

She felt Rad take a breath and let it out. “Jesus f*ck,” he muttered.

“Put your hand out toward him,” she said. “Let him smell you. He needs to know that all this is normal with us.”

Rad did as she’d said. Ollie sniffed suspiciously at him.

“Hey, buddy. We still friends?”

After a thorough sniff and another glance at Willa to be sure, Ollie licked Rad’s hand.

“Thanks, boy.” Rad’s voice was calmer and more normal now. “I won’t ever hurt your mom, I swear. You and me, we’re a team now.”

Willa watched Rad as he and Ollie found their level again. He was alert but calm. He hadn’t lost his shit when the big pit bull went into attack mode. He’d done everything exactly right—and he wasn’t freaked out now. He understood.

Rad and Ollie. She had two guardians now.

Rad shifted his attention back to her. Still stretched out between her legs, he grinned. “That was somethin’ else.”

She combed her fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Might be twisted to say, but that was kinda hot.”

“What? How?”

He moved to her side, pulling himself up even with her body, looming over her, propped on his elbow. “The way that dog loves you…it’s intense. Makes me want you even more.”

She smiled and brushed her hand over his bearded cheek. “I know what you mean. You won him over fast, and it made me like you even more. I like the thought that you’re a team.”