#MCRomance #Rubenesque #Erotic #Suspense #Series #HEA
Jonny Hayes, president of the Fallen Gliders MC, can’t remember the last time a woman got him up or off. With the club under fire and an inside snitch spilling their secrets, the last thing he needs in his life is a curvy blonde on the run. Even if she does make his hands itch to redden her sweet ass.
The law refuses to protect Alexa Thorne from her ex, a Silent Demon who thinks she’s still his property. Bruised but not broken, she runs north in search of her friend—and a safe place to escape—but instead finds herself surrounded by a rival gang. Vouched for and under the Glider’s protection, Alexa refuses to let a man touch her again—even if their alpha president makes her body burn to submit to him.
Jonny vows to keep his hands to himself, but the undeniable pull between the two cannot be ignored. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe, even if the consequences of his plan costs him his club, his brothers, and his freedom.
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She sat on the edge of the bed, my white t-shirt hiding her perfect tits, her blonde hair a rumpled mess. Lips still swollen. Shoulders relaxed, and makeup smeared around her bright eyes.
“You’re gorgeous,” I muttered, fisting my cock.
She glanced down at the movement beneath the comforter, her cheeks tinging pink and nipples pebbling beneath my shirt. “Want some coffee?” she asked, her voice more breathless than a few seconds earlier.
I pushed the blankets down over my body, thrusting into my hand while baring my cock. “I’d rather have you ride me.”
She swallowed, her gaze flitting to my face as the pulse leapt in her neck.
“But coffee’s good,” I said when she didn’t speak or make a move.
“You held back last night.”
I nodded, still lazily stroking my cock.
Alexa licked her lower lip, glancing once more at my dick. “Do you … like to hurt women in a sexual way?” she asked, her voice quiet.
“Only if they want me to.”
I bit back my groan at the memory of her plump ass. “Yes.”
“Pulling hair? Biting?” She met my gaze once more, her eyes flitting from one of mine to the other as though hoping to read the truth of my answer.
“Yes, and yes,” I said, my hand stilling. “But not without consent or safewords,”
She nodded and climbed atop me, lifting my shirt so her bare pussy rested against the top of my hand and my cock.
“Christ.” I breathed out the word and released my hold on myself to grasp her bare hips lightly beneath the shirt.
She ground her pussy against my aching length, slickening me with her arousal. “I-I’d like to try all that with you,” she whispered, staring into my eyes, “but right now, I just want you to fuck me.”
So more than just one night. Fuck, yes. “Condom?”
“I want you bare—if that’s okay?”
“I fucking hate rubbers,” I muttered, my dick jumping at the thought of feeling her pussy against my skin. “Birth control?”
She nodded and shifted her hips, notching me against her opening. “Clean, too.”
“So am I.”
I flexed as she moved back, and we came together in one rocking motion.
“Fuck.” I clenched my jaw, the wetness of her heat clasping me. “Never gone without before,” I said between my teeth, fighting to keep from digging my fingers into her hips and taking what I wanted.
Alexa slid forward along my length and sank back down, her lower lip between her teeth.
“Take off the t-shirt,” I said. “Touch those beautiful tits for me.”
Red infused her cheeks, but she did as told, her small hands lifting the heaviness of her breasts.
With a heave of breath, I sat up and latched onto the pebbled nipple of one she held, breathing in her sweet, peach scent, the desire to bite rather than lick racing through my blood.
Her breath caught as she lifted and lowered over my cock, her wetness leaking down over my balls, pussy clenching with every gentle scrape of my teeth over her hardened nub.
“Harder,” she whispered, and I thrust up into her as she sank onto my shaft again. I went for a small nibble, and she moaned, her back arching, pressing her tit into my face. “Yes…”
Her whispered word fucking thrilled me, and I nibbled again, thrusting up into her as her pussy clamped down on me.
“Oh, God.” She whimpered and gasped while moving against me, her body a fucking vision of motion, swaying and grinding.
I slid a hand around her backside, my fingertips trailing up and down her ass crack while she moved on me. As she lifted, I gathered moisture off my dick and slid a fingertip over her asshole as she fucked down onto me again.
Her breath caught, and she stayed impaled, circling her hips in time with my finger rimming her ass. I released my mouth from her breast with a pop. “Like that?” I asked, pressing lightly.
She whimpered and nodded, eyes clenched shut, pulse thrumming in her neck as she ground against me.
I thrust with my hips and slid my finger past her ring of muscle.
“God.” Her breath left in a rush, and she tipped her head back, her neck an offering I couldn’t pass up.
I latched onto the softness of her skin at the base of her neck, and she began to rock on my lap. “More,” she whispered, her hands grabbing hold of my head to keep me close.
Teeth, or finger in her ass, I wasn’t sure which she meant, so I went with both, nipping her flesh with my teeth in open mouth kisses and finger sliding in and out of her tight hole while she rode me.
“God, yes.” She gasped and shuddered, her fingernails digging into my scalp. “Fuck, yes.” Her pussy spasmed. “Jonny!” She cried out my name a second time as her inner walls clamped down on my thrusting cock, and I captured her mouth, swallowing every whimper and moan of her climax while shooting my cum deep inside her.
Nothing fucking compared to erupting in a woman’s body without the strangling hold of a damn condom. Nothing. Fucking perfection, and I wasn’t about to give up what I’d just found—fuck the Demons, and fuck her ex. I just needed to show her I could be the man for her.
© Lynn Burke 2018
ABOUT LYNN BURKE:
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.