Crash (Brazen Bulls MC #1)(37)
“Yep. Ollie and me, we got your back.”
Ollie sighed as if he was fed up with their sappiness. He left the bedside and curled up on his own bed in the corner, setting his head on his forepaws and staring at the bed.
He was going to watch them, which was weird.
“I’ll put him out of the room.” She started to sit all the way up, but Rad wouldn’t let her go.
“I don’t mind him watchin’, long as he’s not gonna make a meal outta my ass. Besides, I don’t want him feelin’ like he got pushed out.”
“You don’t think it’s weird?”
He shrugged. “Not the first time I had an audience, baby. And I ain’t talkin’ about dogs.”
“No? Are you into that?” That was interesting. Willa wasn’t into public sex—she didn’t think—but the thought of Rad being watched was surprisingly hot.
He shifted, looming closer, tightening his hold on her with one arm. His other hand brushed over her face, down her throat, her chest, until he had her breast in his cupped palm. “No more talk, Willa. No more talk.”
He closed his thumb and forefinger on her nipple and pulled, gently but steadily, until the tweak of pleasure became a deep, sharp pulse of pressure, and then he gave her nipple the slightest twist.
It hurt, in the best way she’d ever felt, and her back arched as if he’d yanked her up. Her head fell back, and she heard a backward scream as she sucked air through a body rigid with need. “Oh f*ck oh f*ck,” she gasped as he pulled until her nipple popped from his grasp.
“Jesus,” he groaned, thrusting his hips against her hip, driving his hard cock against her again and again. “You’re takin’ me over. I want all of you. I want to feed on you.”
His hand drove between her legs, rough fingers sliding back and forth over her clit, and he slammed his mouth over hers, demanding her response. She looped her arms around his neck, opened her mouth, spread her legs, and let him take what he wanted.
oOo
He made her come twice more, with his hands and his mouth, before he flipped her to her side, rolled on a condom, and f*cked her from behind, driving his cock deep inside her, stretching her, finding more of her than any man ever had. His hands clutched and scratched and plucked every inch he could reach, and his mouth bit and sucked until she felt like he had f*cked every molecule of her body.
Yet even in their wild abandon, he never hurt her leg. She had, she thought without interest. She’d forgotten again and again not to strain it. But he had been careful.
When he finally came, just after he pulled the fourth and vastest orgasm from her with his cock and his fingers and his mouth, he roared and rolled to his back, holding her on his chest, driving up into her so hard her body flopped with every thrust.
In the moment after, as he relaxed under her and they both strove to remember how to breathe, Willa understood that all of this was real. Her reality was now and would forever be different from what she’d known before Rad. Even if he left her right now, nothing would be the same.
He kissed her shoulder and rolled them, setting her gently on the bed as he pulled out. When he moved away and cool air replaced his hot body on her skin, Willa moved to her back. A thrill of worry tightened her neck. “Rad?”
“Just takin’ care of the rubber. I ain’t leavin’.”
He stood and walked naked from her room. A single tattoo covered most of his back—the head of an angry black bull surrounded by flames, like the patch on his kutte. His chest and arms were covered in ink, all sorts of different pieces crowded together into a single eclectic entity, and he had ink on his legs, too, but that bull got his back all to itself. The muscles under it made the bull’s face seem expressive.
God, his body. His power showed in every move he made.
Ollie lay in his bed, now with his head up, watching the empty doorway. Willa knew he was trying to decide whether he needed to go see what Rad was up to.
Before he decided, Rad was back, and Ollie put his head down again.
Picking up one of the towels from the floor, Rad brought it with him and slid it between her legs, wiping her gently. She was sore all over now, and her leg throbbed angrily, but his touch soothed, and she spread her legs and purred.
With a quiet chuckle, he tossed the towel away. They got under the covers, and Rad stretched out his arm, inviting Willa to settle on his chest. She did so, and closed her eyes at the pleasure of his strong arm wrapping over her shoulders.
Nearing dawn began to lighten the window as they eased toward sleep.
oOo
She woke alone, without even Ollie for company. The light from the window told her it was nearly noon.
Willa sat up—shit, everything hurt. Her skin burned, her muscles ached, her knee throbbed. Her head felt clogged. She groaned and tried to stretch out the stiffness from her shoulders.
Before she could work up a good steam of offense that Rad had left her while she slept, she saw his shirt on the straight-back chair by the door, and his boots on the floor next to it, right where he’d left them. He was still there.
Smiling, she eased herself off the bed and tested out her leg. It took her weight, but it wasn’t happy about it. She’d need to wrap it and really rest it today and tomorrow, and hope that was enough to get her back to work. She’d hate to take a sick day right after her vacation. She’d never taken a sick day yet.