EXILE
Lula’s sweaty body clung to mine as we caught our breath on her king-sized bed. My fingers combed through her thick hair. Smiling at me, Lula kissed my chest and throat before finding my lips. My hand cupped her ass, bringing her closer and wishing we could forget the world outside this bedroom.
“I really am a biker groupie,” Lula murmured after adjusting the pillows so we could rest our heads. “I wanted a guy like my dad, so I’m always on the prowl for a tatted badass.”
“How many notches are on your groupie belt?” I asked, cocking my eyebrow.
“Two, but I’m still young.”
Chuckling at her bullshit, I admitted, “I’ve never had a single girlfriend. Not even in high school.”
“Were you a surly asshole back then?”
“Yeah, and I had a reputation because of my dad. I figured no sensible girl would want to hook up with me for real,” I muttered and exhaled hard. “But that might have been me wanting to keep people at a distance.”
“Dating is overrated,” Lula said as her index finger traced my lips. “I went on a few dates when Jarred and I took a break before getting married. And then, I tried again after the divorce. Men are boring.”
“I’m sorry,” I said and smirked.
Lula grinned. “My biggest problem has always been that the only cool men I know are either actual family or feel like family. Sure, someone like Rock Savo is attractive, but I knew him when he was a toddler. Maybe that’s why Jarred was never sexy to me.”
“Never?” I balked. “Why did you marry him?”
Lula snickered at my horror. “There’s more to a man’s worth than his good looks.”
“Well, I don’t know what else I bring to a relationship.”
“You saved me,” she said as her hands stroked my jaw. “You killed that asshole in the hallway, right? I very much appreciated that.”
“You’re welcome.”
Lula smiled brightly. “Also, when you were helping me to your motorcycle, you didn’t cop a feel. Most men would have accidentally gotten a handful. You showed restraint.”
“You’re just scraping the bottom of the barrel of compliments now.”
“Okay, fine,” she said, squirming closer until her nipples teased my chest. “I have genuine praise for you. I find you very romantic.”
Scowling, I thought she was putting me on. “You do?”
“You rode up here to see me. A less romantic man would have taken his time and played the situation real slick. Instead, you showed up like a dog in heat. I appreciate such behavior from a man.”
“You’re fucking with me now.”
Stroking my jaw, Lula laughed. “A little, but I was extremely happy when you showed up. Your big move made me feel pretty.”
“You’re gorgeous.”
“So are you, but I feel like maybe there’s more here between us than mutual attraction.”
My need for this woman left me tongue-tied again. Rather than put words to how much I wanted to keep her at my side, I kissed Lula. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pinned me against her.
Our kisses grew more heated. Her naked body intoxicated me. I couldn’t breathe or think. I just needed her again.
Lula pressed me back on her bed and climbed over me.
Her soft brown hair tumbled over her tits.
I smiled at the way she slid her hot pussy against my erection, teasing me while our gazes held.
Lula was breathtaking. My chest hurt at how she might only be mine for a short time.
How long before life’s responsibilities tore us apart?
Leaning down, Lula nipped at my lips and moaned my name. I cupped her ass as she rolled her hips. Lula reached between us, stroking my cock. When her gaze held mine, the expression in her dark eyes made me feel like a fucking king.
I teased her upturned nipples, making her breath quicken. Lula guided my cock inside her body. We sighed together as if we’d been waiting forever for this moment.
As she rolled her hips, taking me deeper, I marveled at more than her beauty. I couldn’t believe how incredible everything felt. I was drunk on this need, unable to see past Lula.
Our bodies moved together as if knowing exactly what the other needed. When my fingers plucked at her nipples, Lula arched her back and gripped my hands with hers. Her hips moved with more urgency. The heat around my cock felt incredible, velvety soft yet unrelenting.
Lula made the most divine sound when she came. Her hands tightened around mine as she rode me harder, craving more. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was everything beautiful in the world. I felt starstruck and a little helpless against this unyielding desire.
My place wasn’t in Little Memphis. I couldn’t stay here. Yet, as Lula drove us both to another powerful orgasm, I promised myself nothing would break us apart. If I could trust in the inevitability of keeping Lula, everything I needed could be mine.