Verek (Savage Kings MC - South Carolina #3) - Lane Hart Page 0,72
puts his helmet on my head, and then I’m climbing up on his bike in my dress, my coat still inside where I checked it. But my skin feels like it’s overheating at a million degrees.
I wind my arms around Verek’s waist tightly before he even cranks the engine. A moment later, we’re flying down the strip, right past the stores I walked past that night before I was taken. I squeeze him harder, knowing that I shouldn’t be scared of this part of town anymore. Those men can’t touch me again. They’ve invaded my nightmares and daydreams for far too long, even though they’ve been dead for months thanks to Verek.
It’s finally time for me to let those monsters rest, to stop letting them control my every waking moment.
Taking a deep breath of the cool night air, I exhale and relax into Verek’s backside, knowing I’m completely safe with him.
His town house is only a few streets back from the main strip just as he said, six brick two-story units on one side of the street, six on the other.
Killing the engine, Verek says, “This is it. How bad was the ride over?”
“It was fine,” I tell him, even though my hands are frozen solid. He climbs off the bike first, then helps remove my helmet before offering me a hand.
I try and calm my nerves when Verek takes me up the couple of steps to his door and unlocks it. Then I’m standing inside the living room of his bachelor pad where he’s been with tons of women, waiting quietly as he flips on some lights, revealing a cozy living room with dark brown leather sofas and a few paintings on the walls. It’s not the dirty, messy bachelor pad I expected. No wonder women want to screw his brains out when he brings them here to his home that looks like it’s just waiting for the right woman to come along and be a part of his domestic haven.
“This is it,” Verek says while I stand there and stare at the furnishings.
“It’s very nice. More than I expected, like a page from Home & Garden.”
“What? I don’t know about all that!” he says with a chuckle. “I’m guessing you expected scattered beer bottles and takeout boxes?”
“Something like that,” I agree as I take a peek into the kitchen that’s equally perfect before finally asking, “So where’s your bedroom?”
Smiling he turns and says, “This way.”
I follow him up the carpeted stairs, then past a bathroom and room set up like an office before we get to the master bedroom. Of course his four-poster wooden bed is huge since he’s not a small man. The thick blue-and-cream Sherpa comforter looks warm and inviting with big fluffy pillows. Even the bedside tables and dresser are oversized and manly. It looks just like I would picture somewhere Verek sleeps, even though he hasn’t spent a night here in six months.
“What do you think? The place needs a good cleaning. I dusted and vacuumed a little the other day, but I was in a hurry to get back to you,” he rambles when he comes to a stop at the foot of the bed and turns to me, looking just as nervous as I am.
“It’s perfect,” I tell him, walking over to him. Going up on my toes, I press my lips to his while my hands reach for the sides of his cut, pushing it down his arms and off, not wasting any time.
That one action spurs Verek on. His tongue delves deeper into my mouth, obviously needing more, but still his hands don’t touch me. Next, I lift his long-sleeve shirt over his head, and then my palms are gliding greedily over his chest and abs that I’ve missed, even though I just saw them last night. Once I’ve groped my fill, I drop to my knees to get to work on undoing his jeans.
“Jesus, Tessa. You’re already killing me,” Verek groans above me as I pop the button and tug his zipper down over his distended fly. I tug his jeans down his thighs, quickly followed by his black boxer briefs. The material doesn’t make it to his knees before my lips are sealing around the blunt head of his cock. I take as much of him as I can to the back of my throat only a few times, wetting the underside of his shaft with my tongue before Verek staggers backward until he’s sitting on the foot