Chapter 1 Christmas Heat #3
I snake my arms around his neck as his wrap around my back.
I hear the click of the lock before he grabs my ass.
His eyes light up and he leans down to kiss my throat.
My head falls back, my eyes closing as a soft moan escapes me.
He pulls me tighter, and I gasp as his erection presses against my stomach.
He sucks on my earlobe as I lift my shirt.
I pull it off and toss it to the ground.
He reaches around and unclasps my bra. It falls to the floor.
“You’re perfect,” he purrs, his eyes roaming hungrily over me.
I undo my jeans, shimmy them over my hips, and step out of them. His eyes devour me. When he scoops me up, I wrap my legs around his waist. I snicker at the sudden movement. He carries me to the bed and throws me down. I love his playfulness.
I take in his glorious, sculpted body. He pulls his boxers down, and his dick springs free—stiff, thick, and massive. My jaw falls with a thump. Then I see it.
“Is that a piercing?”
He watches me with a cocky half smile. “Sure is, pretty, lady.” He has a barbell pierced through the head of his penis. He is one brave man.
“Please . . ..” I beg quietly. “Come over here and kiss me.”
He slowly strokes his cock while gazing at me like I’m all he’s ever wanted.
As he crawls up my body, he pauses and tugs at the side of my underwear.
I raise my hips, and he hooks his fingers onto the side of them and slides them down my legs.
He brings them to his nose and inhales, making my face heat. “These are mine now.”
He tosses them aside, moves up my body, and rests his weight on me.
Our lips crash together. We’re both eager.
My mouth opens for him. I cup his jaw, feeling the rough stubble before tangling my fingers in his hair.
Our tongues glide against each other, and I feel his metal tongue ring.
He tastes like sin, and I kiss him back harder, thinking I might never stop.
It’s as if his lips are oxygen and I need him to breathe.
His tongue explores every inch. Desire fills me, and I’m throbbing down below. He places open-mouthed kisses on my chest, and his lips tease and nibble on my breast.
“I need you inside me now,” I say through harsh breaths as a wild hunger spreads from my belly to my clit.
He stops swirling his tongue around my nipple and looks up at me with that suggestive grin. My skin is burning where his lips just were.
“Shhh,” he says playfully. “I want to spend the whole day and night devouring your body.”
“Oh, I want that too, but . . .” I lean down and grab his dick.
He hisses.
“I need you,” I repeat. I might combust without him inside me, and we are on a time crunch here.
He leans over, opens the drawer of his bedside table, and takes out a condom. He rips open the wrapper with his teeth and slides it on. When he comes back up, I twine my legs around his waist. He stares at me with those deep, blazing eyes. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
I hum in appreciation. Reaching my entrance with the tip, he grinds forward a little. I whimper. I caress the hard planes of his chest as he pushes slowly and smoothly inside of me, making me gasp out loud at his large size. It was almost too much.
He shudders. “Jesus, woman, you feel so good.”
He rubs firm circles over my clit until my body relaxes. His mouth captures mine as our hips move together. Discomfort turns into pleasure. My eyes close as scorching heat courses through me. He pulls back slowly and thrusts in deep.
“Oh my god.” I’m gasping for air. I arch my hips, and he slides over that spot again.
He plunges in, and I eagerly meet him with each thrust. Pleasure ricochets throughout my body.
He grinds deep, and my body heats with a light sheen of sweat.
He picks up pace, his thrusts rougher, more insistent.
His palm slips over my throat and my eyes widen as he applies pressure and tightens his grip, but I can still breathe.
The action, surprisingly, turns me on even more.
Amazing. Better than I ever imagined. We’ve waited for so long, but it’s been worth every second.
“More,” I beg.
“I’ll give you more,” he says, his voice strained.
“Don’t hold back—I want everything.”
He mercilessly drives into me, wild and animal like, commanding my body.
The pressure builds. I’m coasting fast toward an orgasm, but I can’t get enough, so I lift my hips, wanting more.
This is what I’ve always craved—passionate, hot sex.
We’ve been teasing each other for years, but he was worth the wait.
“Yes,” I moan. My thighs tremble, and I’m clenching around him.
I let out a small cry, riding the waves of pleasure that consume me.
Twitch’s mouth finds mine again. I have no doubt that he’s trying to quieten me, but I can’t stop the sounds my body demands to make.
He comes with a deep moan, tensing and driving deep, holding as he climaxes and slowly driving into me a final few times.
He rolls over and lies next to me, pulling the comforter over us.
That was electrifying. We’re panting, but our breaths start to slow. He rubs soothing motions on my arm, which is such a contrast to how hard we just fucked. Contentment washes over me, but it’s fleeting. Reality hits me like a freight train.
I get out of bed. There are a few people at the clubhouse. They could have heard us. The thought makes anxiety tingle through me.
He frowns. “Stay.”
I groan as I watch him sit up. The comforter slides across his skin, showing his chest and abs. He just oozes sex appeal. I search the room for my clothes. “As much as I want to, you know I can’t.”
I move toward my panties, but he says, “No, they’re mine now.”
It makes me chuckle. I pull on my jeans, then my bra and shirt, feeling his frown on me the whole time.
“Now, you know this was a one-time thing.” My voice is confident and direct, but this somehow feels like only the beginning.
His head falls back, and he bloody laughs at me. “No fucking way. I haven’t got to do everything I wanted to you yet.”
I squirm. It sounds like a promise. I can’t bring myself to say no because I want that too, so I shake my head and walk to the door. “It’s not going to be weird between us now, is it?”
“No, we’re sweet.”
I give him a small smile, unlock and open the door, and step outside, patting my hair down.
I turn to stone when I hear a gasp. Ivy and Demon are staring back at me.
Crap. Crap. Crap. I plaster on a fake smile, but I can see all over their faces they know exactly what we were just doing.
Ivy takes my hand and pulls me aside while Demon goes inside Twitch’s room.
She gives me a lopsided grin. “What were you two up to, hmm?”
“Exactly what you’re thinking.” I’m not going to lie. Ivy’s my friend. I trust her.
She giggles and leans closer. “Was it good?”
I pretend to wipe sweat from my forehead. “He was too good,” I mumble.
“Is that a bad thing?”
I bite my bottom lip. “Yes. Because now that I know how good it is, it’s going to be harder to stop it happening again.”
“Are you two a couple now? How’s that going to go with your brother?”
I recoil at the mention of Reaper, and the guilt seeps in. I let out a deep sigh. “No, we’re not together. You can’t tell anyone.” My high has all but left.
She zips her lips. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
“I’d rather not be the cause of conflict within the club, and I’m unsure how my brother will react, but I fear it won’t be good.”
She gives me a tight hug.
“I’m going to go take a shower,” I say, hoping to wash away the negativity of the betrayal against my brother. But the guilt just won’t let up.