Chapter 20
DRIFT
Ikissed her jaw first, a slow scrape of stubble against her skin, then the corner of her mouth. Not quite what she wanted—just enough to make her chase me. And she did.
Her hands found my wrist, her fingers tightening to drag me closer instead of pushing me away.
My palm flattened over her hip, my thumb brushing the hem of her shirt.
Rough calluses met smooth skin. Fabric whispered up her side, the sound loud in the quiet.
Our breaths tangled—half groan, half laughter, that edge right before control snapped.
I caught her mouth again, deeper this time, tasting the heat she’d been holding back. My free hand came up to frame her face. I dragged my thumb across her lower lip, watching it tremble. “I want to feel every inch of you under my hands.”
Her eyes flicked up to mine, and she whispered, “Then stop talking.”
I smiled. A low, dangerous curve that matched the intent in my eyes.
Then I toed off my boots before I gripped the hem of her shirt and dragged it upward, slow enough to feel every tremor that passed through her.
The fabric slid over her ribs, catching for a breath against the swell of her breasts before lifting free.
Goose bumps followed my hands. She raised her arms, and I peeled the shirt off, tossing it aside without looking away.
The sight of her stole the air from my lungs. I palmed the round curves of her tits, filling my hands so perfectly. My thumbs brushed over the flushed peaks until her breath broke on a soft sound.
“So fucking perfect,” I rasped.
Her skin was warm against my hands, smooth except for the racing beat beneath it. I let my fingers trail around to her back, unclasping her bra in one practiced motion. It slipped down her arms and hit the floor, quickly forgotten.
Her tits bounced with each choppy breath, and my tongue tingled, remembering how her nipples felt in my mouth.
Her hands found the zipper of my cut and dragged it down. The leather fell from my shoulders with a whisper of rustled fabric. Her fingers caught the bottom of my shirt next, tugging until I helped her, ripping it over my head and letting it drop to the floor.
Her palms spread over my chest, tracing every ridge and scar, paying special attention to the birds inked low on the left side of my abs, her touch equal parts wonder and possession. The look in her eyes said she wanted this as much as I did.
I dropped my gaze to the button on her jeans, and heat licked up my spine at the knowledge of what was beneath. My cock throbbed, straining my grip on my control.
My thumbs hooked into the waistband of her pants and panties, and I paused just long enough to catch her gaze again. Her pupils were blown wide, her breath shallow.
Her fingers tightened on my shoulders as I roughly dragged the denim and cotton down together until she stepped free, bare feet brushing the cool floor.
When her fingers went for the button on my jeans, they shook with urgency. She fumbled, and I caught her hand and guided it, the corner of my mouth lifting in a crooked grin.
“Impatient?”
Her eyes flicked up. “You started it.”
A bark of laughter burst from my lips. Damn, I fucking adored this woman.
Love. You fucking love her.
Yeah. But now wasn’t the right time to tell her.
My belt buckle hit the floor with a metallic clink. Denim rasped down my skin. The temperature drop was sharp, and every inch of exposed flesh was hypersensitive to the contrast between heat and cool.
For a heartbeat, I just looked at her.
Sunlight slanted across her skin, gilding every curve in gold. Her generous tits lifted with each breath, high and soft, the tips still flushed rose from my earlier touch. The light traced the smooth line between her thighs, her pussy glinting faintly where her arousal was already gathering.
She shook, desire turning her stormy-gray eyes to the color of steel.
“Perfect,” I breathed, the word more like a vow than an observation. Fucking perfect.
My gaze dragged from her throat down the curve of her stomach to the place I wanted most. Every inch of her was mine now, whether she realized it or not.
I bit back a groan, tension coiling low until it felt like my body might tear itself apart.
The small space between us felt alive, pulsing, until I couldn’t stand not touching her.
I stepped closer, then stopped.
“You have no idea what you do to me.” My hand slid up her inner thigh, stopping just shy of the heat radiating from her. I brushed a fingertip over her folds, just enough to make her breath hitch. “Already drenched for me.”
She swayed toward me—her eyes half-lidded and lips parted. My body went tight, the leash restraining me about to break.
“This is your last warning,” I growled, “I’m done goin’ slow.”
Alanna let out a cute little huff. “Stop teasing me.”
Her words hit like a spark to a fuse.
I caught her mouth and kissed her—hard and deep, no hesitation left. The kind of kiss that shook loose the rest of the world. Tongues exploring, tasting, and stealing parts of our souls.
We stumbled through the room, half blind and half drunk on each other. One hand cupped the back of her neck, and the other found her hip and steered her toward the bed. We bumped into the dresser, and she giggled against my mouth, breathless. The sound burned straight through my chest.
“You think I’m teasing, huh?” I rasped between kisses. “Keep talking and find out.”
Her answer was a sigh that melted against my lips.
The taste of her—salt, vanilla, and that something sweet I couldn’t name—was more tempting than any addiction I’d ever tried to quit.
Her nails slid across my shoulders, down my back, scratching my flesh just enough to sting.
When the backs of her knees hit the mattress, I eased her down and followed, bracing myself on one arm so I didn’t crush her, the other tracing the curve of her waist.
The sheets were cool under her, her skin almost glowing against them. I broke the kiss, dragged my mouth down her throat, and felt her pulse thrum under my tongue. The soft hitch in her breath was a dare I answered with another slow trail over her shoulder.
She made a soft noise that could’ve been my name or a prayer.
“Fuck, baby. Can’t get enough of that sound.”
I mapped her with my mouth, stopping to eat up the sight of her full, round globes and their hard tips.
Cupping both, I traced my tongue around one nipple, then sucked it deep into my mouth, while my free hand brushed my thumb over the other in slow, rhythmic circles before twisting and plucking it to drive her crazy.
I alternated my attention, using my mouth and hands, reading her breath and sounds as cues.
The catch in her breathing every time I changed the pressure, her fingers tugging on my hair, grasping it like a lifeline.
“Chance,” she moaned, making my cock leak, begging to be inside her. But I wasn’t ready yet.
“That’s it,” I rasped. “Let me hear you.”
Every whimper, every moan, they buzzed along my skin like an electric current and pulled another low growl out of me.
Moving on, I glided down her body, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses in my wake.
My palms framed her waist, my tongue tracing every dip of her hips, then her belly, and followed the faint tremor that ran through her stomach muscles.
The air smelled like her skin, clean sheets, and the hunger pouring off both of us.
I paused, breathing her in before my eyes flicked up to her face, then returned to her stomach.
The muscles fluttered again under my hot gaze, and something twisted deep inside me.
For a second, the world shrank to that spot and thoughts I shouldn’t have had but did anyway.
Flashes of a future I’d never thought I’d want—Alanna carrying my child, holding our baby for the first time, and chasing around a cute little toddler that looked just like her beautiful mommy.
My throat went tight. Mine. Forever.
I gently kissed the skin just below her navel, my voice dropping to a rasp but layered with determination. “Nothing between us, not tonight, Alanna. Not one damn thing.”
Not that I’d made any effort to wrap it up any of the other times we fucked. But this was different. I wanted her to know. This was permanent, and I intended to make her mine in every way, including knocking her the fuck up.
Her eyes met mine, soft and uncertain. “Are you sure?”
“Never been more sure, beautiful.” I cupped her center, using a little pressure to make my point. “You’re mine. Every inch of you. Especially this tight little pussy, and I’m gonna breed it, baby.”
Alanna didn’t say anything, but her gray eyes shone with hope, and she sighed softly, relieved…as if I’d calmed a storm inside her.
“I want to hear you say it,” I growled. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” she whispered.
That broke what little control I had left.
The edge in my voice returned, quiet and lethal. “Hold still, baby. This is where I lose every bit of control I have left.”
I shifted lower, spreading her thighs as wide as they would go, then settled my shoulders between them. My tongue traced her seam, and I groaned at the sweet taste. “Fuck, your pussy is my new addiction.”
But I had no intention of quitting this one.
Using my thumbs, I parted her southern lips, and my mouth watered at the swollen pink flesh, drenched in her juices.
“Soaking wet. It’s all for me, isn’t it, baby?”
“Yes,” she panted, her hips trying to buck up, but I wouldn’t let her move. “Chance, please.”
“You beg so fucking pretty. Can’t help giving you what you want.”
I bowed my head and feasted on my woman’s heaven. Eating like I’d been starving for years. I lapped up her cream and drank down every bit. Soon, she was writhing, begging, and screaming for release.
Doubling down, I pushed her a little higher, just a little more. Then when I knew she was at her peak, I shoved my tongue into her channel over and over while two fingers pinched her hard little nub.
Alanna screamed like a fucking banshee and did exactly what I’d been aiming for. My mouth filled when her juices gushed from deep in her pussy, squirting her pleasure down my throat.
When I’d finally swallowed the last of it, I raised my head and wiped my mouth with my arm, a cocky smile curling my lips.
Alanna looked confused, and her cheeks were burning with an adorable blush. “What…um…I’ve never…”
“You gave me just what I wanted, beautiful,” I assured her as I got to my feet. “I was fucking thirsty, and I’m feeling pretty fucking satisfied, now.”
At her continued look of confusion, I chuckled. “You squirted, baby. Just means I gave you a taste of paradise. Felt good, right?”
Her blush intensified, but she smiled and nodded. “Um, really, really good.”
“That’s my girl.” Quickly, I shoved down my boxer briefs, freeing my dick and sending it bouncing against my belly. “Let’s see if you can do it again with my cock buried inside you.”
My control had been completely crushed, and my dick was weeping at the prospect of filling her womb and leaving a part of me behind.
I climbed over her and notched my tip at the entrance, then a thought hit me. “Not on birth control, right?”
She shook her head. “I didn’t have a reason to be.”
The reminder that I’d popped her cherry, that she was mine and only mine, broke my sanity. I gave way to the animal inside me—rough, raw, and determined to breed its mate.
“Fuck!” I shouted when I slammed home, bottoming out in one push.
My pace was brutal. My hips pumped fast, hard, and purposely. There was nothing in my head except giving her pleasure and fucking my baby into her gorgeous body.
“Chance! Yes! Oh yes!”
Her cries fueled my desire, and the mattress creaked, the headboard hit the wall, and sweat dripped down my back.
“You can take more, baby,” I growled. “Know you can.”
“I want all of you, Chance,” she moaned.
And that was what she got. Passion mixed with violence, the edges smoothed just enough by love that they wouldn’t cut her.
My eyes closed tight as every ounce of energy poured out of me, owning her slick channel, feeling every contraction around my cock, pushing her higher and higher until her voice was hoarse from screaming.
Finally, I felt her reach that pinnacle, the one right before she gave me everything.
“Together,” I grunted.
With a roar, I blew into a million pieces, come exploding from my cock and filling her until she was stuffed with my seed. My hips continued to snap fast and hard as I drew out our pleasure as far as it would go.
When the world finally began to knit back together, I collapsed on top of her and grinned. “Knew I could get you there twice.”
After a day spent in Alanna’s arms—and a lot of it buried in her pussy—I hated to see the clock reach the time when I had to leave.
I took a quick shower and moved around the room with purpose, dressing and grabbing everything I would need.
She watched me put on my armor—cut, gun, ammo, knife.
With each layer, I became colder. Harder.
Becoming a man Alanna had only seen glimpses of.
And she’d never fully see him. Jax wasn’t completely wrong in his thinking when it came to Alanna.
I intended to keep her far away from the darkest parts of this life.
When I was ready to go, she padded over to stand in front of me and cupped my cheeks to give me a long, sweet kiss. Then she whispered, “Come back to me.”
“Always,” I promised, giving her one more brush of my lips.
No more than a few steps down the hall, I heard her yell, “In one piece, Chance Lawton!”
A grin split my face. Yeah, I loved the fuck outta that woman.