TWENTY-SEVEN
Splice
If Splice needed proof of how Lisa had control over his entire being, it was right there while he had her on all fours in the middle of his staircase, because she’d been too damn impatient to wait while he carried her up to the bedroom.
There was no conscious conversation Splice had with himself to make Lisa a priority.
That decision was in every cell, and right now, it was screaming at Splice to see to all her carnal aches.
As he came down over her prone body, his raging dick nudged into her panties-covered ass, but this wasn’t about him.
Not right now.
“Couldn’t wait until I got you to a bed, huh? You just had to shake your pert ass in my face, didn’t you?” he pressed his mouth to the side of her neck and sucked until she whimpered.
Lisa was beauty itself.
She was every addiction a man like him could die from and never hope for a cure.
The want he felt for Lisa burned the back of his throat as he stroked a hand around to her belly, lifting her into him before he slid that hand into her panties and found her pussy scalding hot to the touch.
Lust stacked up in his chest, pouring blood down to his bulging dick until not a drop was left in his head.
He was caught in a whirlpool of chaotic longing.
His addictive goddess was his chaos, and he’d happily let her destroy him.
“Does Ryan Gold want to fuck me? Are you aching to take over?” She smiled back at him like an innocent girl, and Splice had to grind his back molars before he lost his composure and did some pathetic begging.
All because his girlfriend was teasing him in the way that got his engine revving.
He saw it in the twinkle in her eyes, making her so much more beautiful than she already was.
“Nah, goddess, it’s all about you, period,” he said, knowing it was the truth.
He loved the way it suddenly felt right. To know he was all about Lisa in every way she needed him to be.
She was first, middle, and last.
That vital piece of his existence, she didn’t realize, belonged to her.
“Ryan Gold is such a gorgeous liar, isn’t he?” she taunted, but the noise drifted into a languid moan as he rammed his two fingers higher into her dripping core.
“Oh, God. Ryan. Ryan. It’s so good. Don’t stop.”
“Like I could, goddess. Not until this little pussy shudders for me. Are my fingers too much?”
“Nooooo. So perfect. More. More!”
Lisa’s small, breathy demands were like a starting pistol going off in Splice’s brain. He continued to ply taunting pressure to her clasping walls, giving thumb strokes to her clit, and he felt it happening for her in quick moves.
She clawed the stairs, craned her head back so they could connect with a needy kiss. She bucked and whined so sweetly.
Splice was almost mindless, following the directions of her cries to the letter. She wanted faster; she wanted harder; she wanted more, and he delivered for his girl.
He continued to cram his blunt fingers into the tight confines of her underwear with ruthless movements. Every nudge against her little bud on the twisted-out stroke set off a chain of sparks inside her.
Fuck. She was out of this world as she cried into his mouth.
His free hand curled around the front of Lisa’s throat, keeping her head angled and her mouth locked to his.
He tasted her climax while his fingers finished her off, but once she was spent, he didn’t remove his hand.
He was tortured more by feeling her fluttering inner walls fighting around his fingers, and his jealous cock wanted in on that action so fucking badly.
His lower body ached. It ached in a brutally fantastic way, and like every time he’d been with Lisa, he was in no great rush to get his pleasure.
Hers was more than enough, and he pulled from her mouth to bury his face against her sweet-smelling neck, growling her name while she tauntingly rolled her hips, bucking up into his groin with her backside. He had his forearm braced near her mouth, and she suddenly sank her teeth into him.
The jolt shot blood down to Splice’s rampant dick.
“Do it again,” he rasped.
She bit him again and scraped her teeth the length of his forearm.
Mother of Christ, he went blind. “Have mercy on me, goddess.” He pleaded hoarsely, his thread almost snapping.
“No,” she laughed, the hot little tease.
Even though she was a little buzzed, she still had him wrapped around her finger; he picked her up and put her on his lap when she asked him to turn around.
Lisa instantly curled into his neck, as if it were her favorite spot. Her home.
Splice had so much shit on his mind lately.
How to keep her safe and a crazy man out of their lives, but this peace was worth every bad moment as he hugged her closer, dropping kisses to her temples and soothing a hand along her spine.
She was content to snuggle him. Splice rose to his feet, Lisa in his arms, and trekked upstairs, setting her on the side of the bed.
She was low-lidded, watching him walk around the bedroom, lighting the room with only lamps.
He grabbed sleepwear for her, knowing she didn’t enjoy sleeping naked as he did.
She was sweet and docile while he dressed her and then tucked her into bed.
But she rolled into him like a missile the moment he slid into bed.
“Can we kiss for a long time, hmm?” She was already pressing her lips to Splice’s, and the hum vibrated desire to his quickly rising cock again.
Goddammit, he’d only just got himself under control with a fast jerk in the bathroom. He internally groaned, roping an arm around Lisa’s waist, hauling her closer, and his goddess went a step further to drive her man wild by throwing a leg high around his thigh.
“Can we?” She tempted. “I love Ryan’s mouth so much; it’s my one weakness.”
He grinned, stroking the hair away from her face. “Just my mouth? Not me, sweetheart?”
She puckered, letting him know she wanted kissing.
It was his fucking pleasure.
A long time to his girl meant five minutes, because her tipsy ass fell asleep while she was kissing him. He groaned, drawing slowly back from her mouth, tempted to do some diabolical things to her unconscious body.
But that wasn’t Splice’s kink. He wanted Lisa wide awake and screaming with enjoyment. He drew her half on top of him, slipped a hand into the back of the PJ pants to cup her ass, and shut down, one horny cell at a time.
* * *
Lisa
“I swear, I’ll stop saying how different he is soon,” chuckled a low-whispering Nina a few nights later.
They were sitting on Nina’s backyard decking, both nursing glasses of wine and wrapped warmly in thick cardigans in the early December night air. Their men were inside seeing to the food.
“It’s fine,” smiled Lisa, “his charm hasn’t stopped quaking my knees yet. That man calms my nervous system like nothing else, Nina.”
“Was he like this years ago? It’s like seeing a book hero springing out of the pages, the way he’s so freaking attentive and adoring with you.”
“He was always intense, but now...”
“It’s worse?”
“Worse, or better.” Lisa leaned toward Nina’s chair so the men couldn’t hear as she said, “The way he is, I am origami for the number of times I want to fold for that man. Seriously, he looks at me with those smoky gray eyes, and I want to give in to everything he asks for.”
For days, they’d been almost joined at the hip, spending nearly every waking and sleeping moment together.
And Lisa had been on cloud nine, despite the serious situation that had prompted Ryan to stick close to her.
Even driving her to the local university yesterday, where she was working for the day.
He was just a beautiful man. Inside and out.
“He makes me happy, Nina.” She murmured. “I wish I’d run back to him years ago. I wish I hadn’t left him behind.”
Nina rubbed her knee. “You’re together now; that’s what counts. And you’ll both make up for lost time.”
Right then, the boys stepped out onto the decking. One was carrying a tray of mini sliders; the other, a jug of red liquid she assumed might be alcoholic punch.
The food smelled amazing, but Lisa was instantly on alert at the serious look on Ryan’s taut jawline as he came down in a crouch before her.
“I’ve gotta go deal with something, sweetheart,” he told her. “Stay here with Nina and Tomb, okay? I’ll come back for you soon.”
She nearly bit her tongue off to ask what it was, but these bikers had a code of silence surrounding certain things, and she could respect his boundaries.
So, she cupped the side of his stony face. “Okay. You’ll be safe, right?”
“Always.”
“Try not to bite anyone.” She attempted to lighten the mood.
“I only bite you.” He leaned in and lingered a kiss on her lips. “Back soon.”
“He’ll be okay, won’t he?” she asked Tomb when Ryan was through their back gate. He, too, had lost some of his earlier jovial mood, and he shared a knowing look with Nina.
“Yeah, stuff comes up, and we’ve gotta take off with little notice, but it’s nothing to worry about.”
Being told not to worry made Lisa worry even more, but she kept it all internalized.
Whatever he was off doing, it couldn’t be as bad as she was imagining.
Maybe it was a work problem at the bar, like she saw him handle it when they all grabbed drinks.
She had no clue what was going on until she saw Ryan leap over the bar to stop a brawl between four guys.
The way he managed it was thorough and capable.
Sexy even. Lisa had been left breathless, glued to the sight of her boyfriend.
If she hadn’t witnessed it firsthand, she wouldn’t have believed he was a Doberman with a golden retriever’s temperament.
Yeah, she hoped he was only dealing with that kind of issue again.
It was odd how little she’d considered the stranger bothering her in recent days, given his silence since that single call. She tried to convince herself that he had left, lost interest, or discovered a new hobby.
But the thought of Ryan being in danger right now brought back all her fear and worry so intensely that she could hardly focus on Nina and Tomb trying to keep the chat light.
Be safe, she said in her mind. I didn’t just get you back to lose you now.
Her man was a beast, she thought. A sweet puppy with her, but a beast to everyone else. He’d take care of himself and return home to her any time now.