Conley (Heartlands Motorcycle Club #8) - Frankie Love Page 0,6
against my chest. My desire to hold her tight and never let go is rising within me something fierce.
“I wished that for one night, I could feel utterly alive.”
“I can make your wish come true, Calico,” I tell her, my mouth moving to her ear. “I can make your dreams come true, too.”
“Then what are you waiting for, Troy Conley?” she asks as my mouth lowers, finding hers. Kissing her like there is no tomorrow.
Chapter 4
Calico
Some first kisses are terrible — not that I’ve had one in over a decade. It’s been fourteen years.
I haven’t been kissed in so, so long.
But this first kiss isn’t terrible at all.
It is a kiss that feels like it was made for me and me alone, and I sink into it the same way I sink into Conley’s arms. Completely, entirely, as if there is nothing but this kiss, this moment, as if he is holding me with the promise of so much more.
I let myself believe all those schoolgirl fantasizes for just a moment because that is what this is — an escape. A delicious, pussy-melting, core-igniting, fantastic escape.
I want him. I want him in a way I’ve never wanted anyone before. Completely.
“Oh,” I pant as he lifts my ass. I wrap my legs around him as he draws me closer still. We are both slick from the water, but he has a firm grip on me. My ass. And God, it feels good.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Conley tells me. His masculinity is like a cloud around him, intoxicating. He is everything I shouldn’t want. And the red flags are raised high — he’s a man with a motorcycle and arms laced with tattoos. But he is more than a biker. He has a decent job, a son who is grown… those aren’t red flags. So he has a bike, same as my ex, but he also has a way with me, with River, that makes me feel understood.
Wanted.
And God, I have never been wanted like this before.
Conley looks at me and I swear he likes it all, every last curve of mine. He doesn’t see the stretch marks or the cellulite — or if he does, he doesn’t care. Because there is a hunger in his eyes that makes me want to be devoured.
“I want you so bad, Cali,” he tells me. “I never get like this.”
“Like what?” I ask, breathless. We’ve moved to the edge of the pool, in a completely dark corner, and I lean against the wall.
“It’s been a long time,” he says with a gruff voice. His strong hands run over my breasts and I close my eyes, shivering. “Are you cold?”
I shake my head, ever so softly. “No.” My voice is breathless. “It just… it’s been a long time for me too.”
“Do you want this?” he asks, cupping my cheek, lifting my chin. Our lips are an inch apart.
“So badly.”
“Good. Because Cali, I want you so fucking bad.”
It’s reckless and out of character — meeting a man and giving him any part of myself — but this night is different. This day is different. I packed our car and left town, done with my ex once and for all, and drove here. Maybe I broke down at just the right place. For just the right moment. Here. Us. Now.
I stand in the water, taking off my panties, my bra. It’s so dark, but the heat growing between us is so damn bright, it hurts my eyes. I flutter them shut, knowing Conley is taking in my naked body from head to toe. God, I hope he likes what he sees.
He wraps his arms around my waist, and he leans down, kissing me gently. My lips tingle as our mouths meet, and a warmth rises from my belly, my pussy wet — wanting. Him.
“Oh, Conley,” I whimper as his fingers deftly tease my nipples. Massaging my breasts in a way that has me biting my bottom lip, hard. I made one wish and look what I’ve been granted. Why haven’t I been making wishes all my life?
He lifts me up on the edge of the pool and parts my knees. “Lean back, baby,” he says, as he lowers his mouth to my pussy.
My palms press into the concrete, and I try to hold steady even though my heart is pounding hard. Conley begins to run his tongue over my pussy, my slit wet as he kisses me, pleasuring me in a way I’ve never been pleasured before.
I whimper