Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
XANDER
Christ, I’d never felt anything as good as her. Never heard sounds as hot and beautiful as the ones she made while I drove into her tight, slick pussy.
“God, Xander,” she groaned, arching her spine and tipping her ass higher so she could take me deeper.
What had started as a hard, brutal kiss in the kitchen had morphed just like our kisses the night before had.
We’d gone wild as soon as our lips connected.
I’d stripped my tee off her and ripped her panties clean in half before lifting her up and setting her on the counter so I could drop to my knees and do something I’d been dreaming of doing for a month.
I’d buried my face between her legs and ate her like I’d been starved to the point of ravenous. And, fuck me, but she tasted like the sweetest honey. I’d toyed with her clit and fucked her with my tongue until she came in my mouth.
Listening to her, tasting her, smelling her was enough to drive me crazy.
I’d pulled her off the counter and positioned her just as I wanted her before taking off to my room for a condom.
And when I walked back into the kitchen to find her still bent over the counter with her ass in the air just as I left her, I snapped.
Which led to now.
All that long, wild mahogany hair swept across her back as she looked over her shoulder at me. The look she gave me—her lids at half mast, those deep brown eyes glazed over—made my cock swell, and I had to fight back the need to come before I got her there.
“Your pussy feels too good,” I grunted as I pounded into her. “Need you to get there, baby.”
“Fuck me harder,” she gasped, her eyes rolling back as her fingers white-knuckled the edge of the counter. “Wanna feel you as deep as you can get.”
“Jesus,” I rasped, her words pushing me even closer to the edge.
Reaching down, I hooked her left knee over my arm and lifted her leg up, spreading her even wider.
“Fuck, yes!” she shouted as I started thrusting harder. “Just like that, Xander. God, yes. I’m gonna come.”
Just like that, her neck snapped back, all that hair swinging as she reared back into me and came on a sharp, keening cry.
With the sound of my name on her lips and the feel of her cunt squeezing me, I was done for.
Pulling out, I spun her around and took her to the ground.
Grabbing the backs of her thighs, I lifted her legs high and wide and drove back in, sitting back on my haunches so I could watch as my cock, glistening with her release, surged in and out.
A second later I was following after her, groaning as I poured myself into the condom.
My orgasm set another one off in her and her body locked tight, her lips parting on a silent moan as I gave her the third climax of the morning.
It was something I’d never experienced before, coming together with a woman, and I had to say I did not hate it.
I knew after our first time that she was the best I’d ever had, but this time was even better, something I hadn’t thought possible.
Just like she didn’t hold back in life, Sage let it all lay bare when it came to sex, shaking off any inhibitions so she could get everything possible out of the act.
Releasing her legs, I fell forward, catching myself on my forearms on the cold tile floor.
“Shit,” I hissed as I came down. “You’re somethin’ else, Shortcake.”
She let out a small, breathless giggle. “You’re not so bad yourself, big guy.”
With a chuckle of my own, I lowered myself enough so I could brush her lips with mine, slowly slipping my tongue inside when she opened for me.
After a short, languid kiss, I pushed back up so I could meet her sated gaze.
“You got off three times, all before six in the mornin’.
I’d say I’m a lot fuckin’ better than not so bad. ”
“Okay,” she relented with a giggle. “You’re outstanding. Happy now?”
“Ecstatic,” I replied, feeling my lips split into a wide grin.
“Damn, you look good when you smile.” She sighed, reaching up and rubbing the corner of my mouth with her thumb before slipping her fingers into my beard and giving it a tug. “And I love this. Feels incredible between my thighs.”
A rumble slid up my throat as my cock began to stir. “Keep talkin’ like that and I’m gonna have to fuck you again.”
She pulled her kiss-swollen bottom lip between her teeth and bit it while her gaze turned contemplative. She finally let it go with an unhappy sigh. “As much as I’d like that, I really need you to take me back to my car. I have to get home. I need to shower and get ready for work.”
“Shower here,” I said quickly, surprising myself by the offer.
Everything I’d done in the past ten hours was completely out of character.
I’d never let a woman sleep over, and I’d sure as hell never invited them to use my shower, but the thought of Sage leaving made my gut sink.
I didn’t have a goddamn clue what I was doing, other than acting on instinct, and being with her made me feel so good I wanted to drag it out as long as possible.
“I’ll take one with you. It’ll save time and give me the chance to finger fuck you before we get out. Win-win.”
Her eyes went wide one second before she burst into laughter, the sound sweet and musical.
“Wow,” she giggled as her hilarity waned. “You just thought of everything, didn’t you?”
“I’m a very smart man.”
When she smiled up at me, I felt that warmth start in my chest and spider outward to my stomach and arms. “Yes, you are. But as tempting as that offer is, I’ll have to pass. Hair like this requires serious product. I need shampoo—”
“I’ve got that.”
“And conditioner.”
Well fuck.
“Then an anti-frizz serum, Moroccan oil, and smoothing balm, all of which I’m pretty confident you don’t have. Not to mention lotion, moisturizers, eye cream, makeup and clothes.”
I arched a brow and gave her a bland look. “So what you’re sayin’ is, for a chick raised around bikers, you’re seriously high maintenance.”
“No,” she dragged out on a giggle. “What I’m saying is, I might be a tough biker babe, but I’ve got good skin and great hair. And if God’s gonna grant me those gifts, I’m gonna do what I need to do to show my appreciation by taking care of them.”
“So . . . high maintenance.”
“Whatever,” she groused, rolling her eyes playfully. “Call it what you want, big guy, I’m still gonna need you to get me to my car.”
It took a lot, but I managed to pull out and shove up from the floor, grabbing Sage’s hand and bringing her up with me.
A few minutes later, we were both dressed, and I was following her to the front door, silently wishing life didn’t have to get in the way so I could keep her here in my cabin, just the two of us, until I eventually sated this overwhelming desire I felt for her.
If that was even possible.
Sage
This morning had been . . . different. He was different.
After the second time we had sex, I’d seen a side of Xander I’d never experienced before. Sure, I knew he could be funny. He’d joked with me in the short time we’d been friends, and I totally dug his dry sense of humor, but I’d felt as if I had to pull each one of those out of him.
The Xander that I had this morning was something else.
He’d teased in a way he’d never done with me.
Hell, he was downright playful. And if it hadn’t been for those shadows I could still see playing in his inky eyes and the way he said discussing his past was out of the question so unflinchingly, I would have thought he was actually happy.
“What’s on your mind, Shortcake?”
At Xander’s question, I pulled myself from my silent contemplation and turned to look at him.
“I miss the bike,” I answered on a pout. It might not have been the honest answer to his question, but it wasn’t a lie.
When we’d left Xander’s earlier, I noticed that the temp outside had taken a serious dive. Instead of leading me to where he’d parked the Harley the night before, he led me to a rustic-looking shed a few yards from the cabin where a big black and chrome truck was parked.
It was nice, relatively new and clean. I’d even go so far as to say the bench seat took my mind into some pretty deep gutters.
But it wasn’t his bike.
“Know you like the bike, baby, and you look sexy as shit in those pants and that jacket, but you’d have frozen to death on the back of it.”
My belly fluttered at his compliment of the outfit I’d painstakingly chosen the night before with him in mind. Good to know it had the intended effect.
He wasn’t wrong about the cold though. As awesome as my faux leather leggings and moto jacket were, they didn’t do a damn thing against the cold.
“Hmm. So what you’re saying is you like me in leather,” I teased.
He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, and the side of his mouth hooked upward. “I haven’t seen you in much I haven’t liked. But yeah. That leather comes in a close third.”
“After the red dress?”
“After the red dress,” he confirmed.
Curiosity got the best of me, and I couldn’t help but ask, “So what came in at number one?”
He didn’t hesitate. “Those ripped jeans with the fishnets underneath and that cropped black top you wore to The Tap Room a while back.”
“Seriously?” I turned to face him full-on. “That’s nowhere close to the best I’ve got! You’ve seen me in way hotter outfits. Hell, half of what I wear to work is better.” Then something hit me. “Wait—how did you even see me in that?”
“Was walkin’ by the bar, saw you dancin’ through the window,” he answered. “And I didn’t say it was the hottest, babe. Yes, most of what you wear to work has me walkin’ around with a hard-on I can’t get rid of, but that one was still my favorite, ’cause it was you.”
My lips parted and I suddenly found it difficult to breathe as I whispered, “It was me?”
“Yeah,” he replied casually, keeping his eyes on the road, so he couldn’t have seen how big an impact his statement was having on me right then. “From the hair to those boots, it was all you.”
Oh shit. Do not cry, Sage, I mentally scolded. I’d spent three years with a man who did everything in his power to change me. He took who I was and twisted and molded until I became something completely different, and I’d let him.
But with one simple comment, the man beside me not only showed he knew the real me, but that he liked it. He couldn’t possibly know, but having him say that meant absolutely everything.
“Sage,” he called, making me blink. I inhaled deeply and forced the burn to leave my eyes. “Where’s your head?”
I couldn’t bring myself to admit to him that he’d just moved me in a way that, if I wasn’t careful and he didn’t stop, I could easily fall for him, so I deflected.
“It’s currently wondering if I have time to suck you off before we get to Rebels.” I patted the middle of the bench seat. “I’m thinking this bench could come in pretty handy.”
A wild, animalistic sound rumbled up from his chest and his fingers squeezed the steering wheel so tight the leather beneath creaked. “Don’t start somethin’ you can’t finish.”
I looked out the windshield just as he turned into the parking lot. The bar looked even worse in the day than it had the night before. “Darn,” I said, looking back at him and poking out my bottom lip. “Oh well, maybe another time.”
He pulled up beside my baby—that was blessedly scratch-free—and put the truck in park. I shouldn’t have been surprised, after all, Xander had warned the man at the door, and if there was anyone who could intimidate a guy named Butch who worked at a place like this, it was Xander Caine.
“Thanks,” I said, looking back at him as I grabbed the door handle. “I’ll see you in a—”
He cut me off by hooking me around the back of my neck, yanking me across the seat, and slamming his lips down on mine in a heated kiss that made me melt.
“See you in a couple hours,” he said in a husky voice once he pulled his head back.
All I could manage after he scrambled my brain was, “Uh . . . y-yeah.”
I climbed out of the truck and unlocked my car, climbing inside and giving Xander a wave as I started her up and reached beneath my seat for my purse. I heard his truck rumble off as I pulled my cell out, and when I brought the screen to life, I saw I had nine missed calls. Nine.
All from John.
Going through, I deleted them all—along with all the voicemails he’d left—and threw the phone into a cupholder before putting my baby into gear and driving away from that shitty bar without giving my ex-husband a second thought.
I’d just experienced one of the best mornings I’d had in forever, and no way in hell was I letting that asshole ruin it.