Hooked (Viking Bastards MC #1)(39)
She play-punches my shoulder. “You think?”
I slide down the refrigerator until my ass hits the floor. She kneels between my legs and scrapes her nails over my nipples, and it’s obvious she’s trying not to laugh.
Is this why I still want her? I’ve known a lot of mouthy chicks over the years, but as soon as we get naked they shut the hell up.
Grace isn’t mouthy, though. Except when it counts. The memory of her sucking my dick burns through me, and I wind her hair around my fist, preparing to push her head between my thighs.
And then she kisses me—soft and sweet and with so much heat I can’t even function. I wrap my arms around her and roll onto the floor with her on top, looking down at me as though this is all she’s ever wanted.
She hovers over me, her wet slit sliding along the length of my dick as she slowly rocks her hips. It’s agony not to just slip inside her, but it’s an agony I don’t ever want to end.
“Zach,” her breathy gasp almost tips me over the edge. “Condom. Now…” Her voice trails away as she arches her throat and her eyes close.
My groan hurts every damn inch of my body. As I scrabble to find my jeans without looking away from her, I curse my man-whore lifestyle. Sure, I do safe sex. I’m not a moron. But I’ve f*cked around too much to even ask Grace if she’s using any contraceptive, no matter how much I want to be inside her without any kind of barrier.
I rip open the packet with my teeth. Why am I so obsessed by this? It’s never even crossed my mind before with other chicks. Except Grace isn’t other chicks. She’s mine. Possessiveness surges through me, and I roll on the condom as my knuckles glide against her *.
She shifts position and I watch the head of my cock slip into her. It’s mesmerizing and so much better than any cheap porn movie. Slowly I drag my gaze up her body to her tits, so close to my mouth, but I’m happy just watching them jiggle as she teases me.
“Hey,” she pants. “I’m up here.”
“I know where you are.” I finally look up and her face is flushed and damp, and if she doesn’t f*ck me soon I’m gonna lose my mind. “Don’t get pissy because I like perving on your tits.”
Her smile is pure evil as she sinks down my length, and I forget about everything but the feel of her slick flesh grasping me tight. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she braces her weight, and I run my hands down her back and cup her gorgeous ass.
She teases my mouth with her nipples, and I lick and suck until she’s gasping with need. As she rocks into me I slide my finger between her butt cheeks, circling and stroking her. My cock fills her, stretching her sensitive flesh, and it’s never been this good before. She rides me hard, and the slap of skin against skin fills my head and I can’t tear my gaze from her face.
When she convulses around me, I can’t hold back. Her frantic cries spur me on and I buck into her, gripping her ass as I make her mine.
She collapses onto me, our bodies slick and hearts pounding. I wrap my arms around her, one hand tangled in her hair, and don’t ever want to move.
Finally, she stirs, raising her head from my shoulder, and her sated smile is the best thing I’ve ever seen. She slides off me and I dump the condom before pulling her against me.
I should get back to work, but it’s easy enough to ignore when Grace sighs and snuggles in my arms. Why do I like it so much when she does that? I’ve never wanted or needed this connection after having sex with anyone else. But it doesn’t bother me the way it did a few weeks ago. I don’t know what it is about her, but ever since she’s been here things have been…different. I can’t explain it. Just right, I guess, as though after years of searching I’ve finally found someone worth holding on to.
A shiver inches along my spine, but it’s okay. I’m not going to push her away or disappear back to work just because some random thought freaks the shit out of me. I don’t fit in her world, but she fits in mine, and that’s all that matters.
I reach up and grab a cupcake. Without breaking Thor’s hammer perched on top of the frosting, we share the cake. I’ve never fed a girl anything before and always thought it real weird that anyone would want to, but there’s something hypnotic in watching Grace eat. And it’s downright sexy the way she slowly licks every last crumb from my fingers.
It’s not that comfortable on the hard floor but there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. Finally, we finish, and I still don’t make any move to get up. After a few more moments, she gives a long sigh.
“This is nice, just the two of us.”
Yeah, it’s great when it’s just the two of us. “Fuck the rest of the world, huh.”
“That’s not exactly what I meant.”
Of course she didn’t. She’s too classy for that. “Just your world, then.”
She tips her head back and gives me a mock frown. “That’s not very friendly.”
About as friendly as her mom and ex, but I keep that to myself. “Never said I was.”
“You’re so hard on yourself.”
It’s not the first time she’s said something like that, as though she really believes I’m not tough as nails to the core. No one else would ever suggest that to me, and it’s not something I want anyone believing, but I don’t mind her thinking it. Even if it’s not true.