Faking it with the Bad Boy Bikers (Southern Heat Reverse Harems #2)

CHAPTER 33

Woodrow

I needed to see her tits. I wanted her little pink nipples in my mouth when she came. I picked her up with one arm behind her back and used my other hand to work her sexy green dress up over her ass. She figured out what I wanted and helped me. Once her dress was gone, tossed to a corner of the office, I unhooked her bra and tossed it away, too.

There. She was on the desk, her legs spread wide, and she was fully naked. Her pussy was shiny with her juices and her tits swayed with each fast breath she took. She looked like a manifestation of all of my dirtiest fantasies. Her thigh was covered in a tattoo of a mermaid I’d never been able to study because once I could see her thighs, my aim was dead between them. Her upper arms and shoulders were covered in flower tattoos, each one elegantly done. I took a deep breath and let it out in a shuddering exhale.

“So fucking beautiful.” I dipped my head and ran my tongue over her thigh tattoo. “Don’t know how we got so lucky.”

I’d said that last part to myself but Nellie heard. She smiled at me with her eyes full of warmth. Whether she knew it, or not, she really was ours. One night never would’ve been enough. We’d just popped the cork on something I didn’t think could be stopped.

She gripped the edge of the desk and shifted. “You’re staring.”

“Yeah, I am. One of these days I’m going to get you alone in a bed and I’m going to spend the entire night licking you from head to toe.”

“Only if I can return the favor.”

I groaned and gripped my cock. “I’m going to fuck you now, baby.”

“I was wondering when you were going to get to it.” Nellie’s eyes widened when she saw my expression. “I mean, good. I’m glad.”

Laughing, I shook my head and pressed my tip to her opening. She lifted her hips and I sank home, giving her every inch I had. The way her breath hitched and her chest flushed made me want even more. I pulled out and then slammed deep, watching her mouth fall open. I did it again and she cried out. The fourth time, she screamed my name and came. I’d kept her on the edge for long enough it hadn’t taken much. I was just getting started, though.

I braced myself on the desk and went up on the front of my boots to get a better angle. Then I fucked her like I’d wanted to since seeing her for the first time. I drilled into her, the sound of my flesh meeting hers growing louder. Her wetness coated my length and my balls, the scent of it making my mouth water. I wanted everything from her, all at once. I didn’t think I’d ever get enough.

Her pussy rippled around my cock, the muscles squeezing me and milking me for all I was worth. She had a death grip on my forearms and her body rolled under mine as she tried to fuck me right back. I wanted complete control, though. I moved my right hand to her lower stomach and pressed hard enough to stop her movement. In that position, I could fuck her hard and lower my thumb to stroke her clit. Her sounds of pleasure grew louder and I knew Hammer was sitting in his cell, listening to her.

“It’s not just him, Nell.” I panted as I worked her cunt harder. “I want every man to know you belong to me. I want to leave my come in you every morning so when I leave for work, I know you’ll smell like me.”

Her head tossed from side-to-side on the desk, her cries desperate. “Woodrow!”

“That’s right, baby. Scream my name.” I felt my orgasm starting at the base of my spine and lost all sense of rhythm. I lowered my head and bit her nipple. “I’m going to come so deep in you that you’ll never get all of me out.”

Her back arched and she came with a scream which should’ve had people running to the station to see if everyone was okay. Her pussy locked down on my cock and I roared her name as the come was ripped out of me. Coming hard, I rested my head between her tits and gasped for breath.

She was still a limp mess splayed across the desk when I recovered enough to pull out of her. Despite wanting to leave her filthy I grabbed some tissue and wiped at the mess I’d left that was slowly pooling out of her.

I watched her, noted the way her arms were over her head, hanging over the other side of the desk. She’d come hard and without holding anything back. It was intoxicating. The desire to keep her coming day and night was there, for sure.

“Woodrow?” Her voice was quiet as she spoke. “I don’t usually do this kind of thing. I’m just doing whatever feels good and that’s leading me to some different places. Is this… Is this kind of thing normal for you?”

I pulled her up and cupped her face. “Is it normal that I bring a woman into my office and fuck her?”

Her eyes wouldn’t meet mine. “Yeah. Y’all are hot and very good at this. It’s okay if you do this a lot. I was just wondering.”

I waited until she met my gaze. “No.”

She found my discarded shirt hanging half off the desk and pulled it on. “No?”

I pulled my pants up and walked around to my chair. Once I was in it, I crooked a finger at her and was pleased to watch her crawl over the desk to get to me. Once I had her settled in my lap, I kicked my feet up on the desk so we were reclined enough for me to cuddle her to my chest. “You know what I said about where I grew up?”

Her hand moved to my chest and she lightly traced her fingers through the chest hair over my heart. “Yes.”

“It left a lasting impression. I’ve never really dated. I went back once I was old enough and tried to find my mom but the cult had moved deeper into the mountains and I never could catch their trail. In some attempt to right the wrongs I’d grown up around I became a cop and worked special victims.” I took a deep breath. “It was too much. All of it. I slept around some when I was in school, just the normal shit, but as an adult, I’ve had very few sexual partners. I was friends with benefits with a woman for eight years, until she met her current husband. That kind of thing felt easier for me. Less chance of me hurting someone when the rules were so clear from the start.”

She tried to sit up to look at me but I held her steady. I didn’t want her to see the haunted look on my face I got when I thought about my past. She huffed but settled. “Do you worry you’re capable of hurting women like those men?”

I ground my teeth together and was silent for a while. “Yeah. I’ve seen some of the worst of my gender and I’ve seen it from men who I would’ve sworn were gentle creatures.”

She relaxed further in my arms. “That’s silly. You’d never hurt a woman.”

I grunted. “You were just telling me we don’t know each other very well.”

She struggled to sit up and I let her. She cupped my face in her small hands and stroked her thumbs over my cheeks. “I know enough about you. You’re a good man. I trust you. There have been men who have come around over the years. All shapes and sizes. Men who looked rough, men who looked clean cut. Apparently, as long as you have a vagina and smile, men will show up. I never trusted a single one of them, though. I never let any of them near me. Even if Blade and Virginia had been less protective, I would’ve still showed up here with most of my virginity intact. With you, Henry, and Seth, though? I trust you. Enough to let you have all of my body without a second thought.”

I held her gaze. “And if we want more?”

She looked down, suddenly shy. “I trust you.”