Chapter 7
Mari
I’m desperate. I want all of Fletch. Every hard inch of him. There is no second thought. This gigantic biker with the rough voice and the dirty words is going to be my first lover.
Lover. That’s how this feels. Not a cheap hookup. The way Fletch watches my eyes as he helps me into position burns a hole right into my heart.
“That’s it,” he murmurs thickly. One of his hands is on my hip, the other is curled around the back of my neck.
We never look away. Hotly, he says, “Guide me home.”
With trembling fingers, I position him. My mouth falls open at the first pressure against that tight place.
He tugs me down. Slowly. A sound rumbles through him, straight into my breasts.
“Oh, Fletch—” I exhale as he forces me open.
Our noses are almost touching. He’s looking right into my eyes. “You’re mine now, Mari. To protect. To worship.”
I almost burst into tears. “Don’t let me go,” I whisper.
He pulls me down more, slowly stretching me. The length of him opens places I didn’t know were there, making a deep warmth glow in my lower tummy.
He groans hotly. “Oh fuuuuck. I’m barely holding on and you’re not even all the way on me.”
I look down for the first time. The thick base of him is stretching me open and the are inches left.
“I can’t,” I wheeze, shocked at how much of him is left as wave after wave of pleasure ripples deep inside of me.
“Yes, you can.” He lowers his hand and presses his thumb against my clit. “I’m going to show you how to touch yourself so my hands are free.”
I watch, mesmerized as the callused, scarred thumb moves over my clit in a gentle motion. “Give me your fingers,” he orders.
He moves my fingers for me. I whimper at the pleasure. “That’s my sexy baby,” he roughly exhales.
I find my rhythm and he leans back, dragging me with him.
“Don’t stop,” he warns as he cups my ass with both of his strong hands. Then he starts to work me. Pulling me forward until he’s almost out, and pushing me back, driving in more of his cock.
His hips rise and fall, his biceps flex, catching he light from the window.
The rhythm takes over and we both moan as the pleasure builds. Every stroke takes him deeper. The circles I’m making on my clit amplify the pleasure. And when he leans up, nosing aside his cut so he can take my nipple into his mouth, I melt.
It happens in my pussy. A softening. Opening. Fletch feels it too. He growls, “Goddamn, that’s good.”
And I slide over a cliff into electric pleasure that makes me collapse onto his chest.
He holds me, big arms wrapped around my back, pressing the leather with his name on it into my skin. Deep inside me his cock is rock hard, throbbing. When the orgasm finally releases me, Fletch flips me below him and the weight of his pelvis crowds against mine.
I’m so sensitive that I scream. He captures it in a searing kiss as he begins to move above me. The strokes are long, determined and hitting a place that makes my whole body shake.
“God. God. That’s good. Really good.”
He chuckles, pulls back enough to look down at me. “Now you know,” he says hotly. “I’m gonna take such good care of you, Mari.”
I’m nodding deliriously. When my eyes drift closed he shoves deep, making my tits bounce. “Look at me,” he demands in a growl. “I want your eyes on me when we come together.”
He’s gorgeous in his power. Big body glistening with sweat, those huge muscles flexing as he powers into me, driving me up the bed.
He watches every reaction, every flicker of emotion on my face. As I get closer, he does too. “That’s it,” he grunts. “Give it all to me, sweetheart.”
A rough, high sound comes out of my throat. My legs violently shake against his hips and he leans down. “It’s your cock now, angel. Take it.”
Oh god. I claw his arms, my hips lift, my nipples turn to fire, and I am swallowed.
Fletch growls above me, fucking deeper. Holding there as his neck muscles strain. A heavy thump in his cock makes my insides quiver. With the next thump he shouts and splashes his release inside of me. Marking me.
I don’t even realize I’m crying until he kisses the tear off my cheek, a rough curse under his breath.
“I’m okay,” I promise. “Just emotional.”
He wraps me tight in his arms. “You’re safe. I’ve got you now.”
It’s not even noon, but I fall into a deep, dark sleep that I haven’t known in years.
When a knocking sound penetrates my foggy mind, I open my eyes to a strange room. There’s an arm over my waist and a heavy, hairy leg over mine.
“Go the fuck away,” Fletch yells without moving an inch.
I’m dumbfounded. “Did I really just sleep with my boss?”
He raises his head and looks down at my flushed and probably bruised body. “Looks that way.”
I groan dropping my head back against his warm chest. “I lost my mind.”
He chuckles warmly and says, “And your virginity.”
“Oh my god. I thought you were incapable of joking.”
He rolls me beneath him in some kind of ninja move and cages me in, his hands threading into my hair. “I also thought I wasn’t capable of wanting a future with a woman.”
I open my mouth, close it, and he grins. It’s devastating. I want it a million more times.
“You want a future with me?”
“I want you.”
I make a whimpering sound in my throat. “You don’t play fair.”
“Never said I would.”
The knocking starts up again. He growls, “Those fuckers.”
“Do they need you?”
He licks the column of my neck, making a sexy sound that causes my pussy to clench.
“Probably. They’re bad carpenters. I have to keep them from making the worst mistakes. They were going to use decking screws.”
“Oh. That’s not good. Do you need help ordering materials?”
His eyes warm, his fingers sliding deeper into my hair. “Yeah, I do.”
“I can do that.”
His mouth opens over mine, taking a greedy taste. The knocking gets louder.
“Fletch. Get your ass out here. Badger nailed his hand to the wall.”
“Oh fucking hell,” Fletch groans. He kisses my temple. “Duty calls.”
I’m grinning when he climbs off the bed because my god, the man is a sight. “How tall are you?”
“Six-four.” He chuckles, patting his rock-hard abs. “Two-seventy.”
My mouth is dry as I sit up on the bed. He grabs his jeans off the floor and slips them on. “Like what you see?”
“Very much.”
This seems to please him immensely. “That’s real good.”
I catch sight of his watch and a light flicks on inside my head. “Oh my god. Oh no! What time is it?”
“Three twenty-five.”
I’m scrambling off the bed, scrambling for my clothes when Fletch grabs me, making me hold still. “Tell me what’s wrong and I’ll take care of it.”
“Cassie was coming by work at three-thirty. What if Clark is there? What if Gary does something bad? I have to call her. But my purse is in the office trailer.”
Fletch pulls out his phone. “Calm down, sweetheart. Use this. I’ll take you to town to meet her.”
I’m so freaked out, I can barely remember Cassie’s number. “Please answer,” I whisper as Fletch helps me gather my clothing.
It goes to voicemail. “Cassie, it’s M, don’t go to Gary’s. I’m not there. Please call me immediately.”
I hang up and follow up with a text. “Cassie, call me. It’s M. I don’t have my phone. Please call me. This is urgent.”
Fletch steadies me as I drag on my jeans. Oh no! He cut my shirt. And my bra!
Calmly, he pulls his T-shirt down over my head. My mind is still spinning when he picks up my shoes, picks me up and carries me out the door.
“Is Badger bleeding out?” Fletch asks the club guy as he strides down the steps.
“No. But he ain’t happy.”
Fletch yells back over his shoulder. “Cut the board and take it with you to the hospital. Don’t pull the nail out.”