eyes, palmin’ at their cocks up there thinkin’ on what they could do to you? No. Fuck no. Fuck the plan. Fuck them.” His nose rubbed along the side of mine.
I stared into his eyes and whispered. “You fought to deprive yourself of me?”
“Fightin’ like you wouldn’t believe,” he admitted softly, so softly it was clear his words were only for me.
His eyes roved my face.
I somehow, but not without difficulty, managed to swallow.
“I know I can’t have you,” he whispered against my mouth, ”but give me five more minutes with you back here in my arms, even if we’ve got blood on us, even if you hate my guts after how I’ve been hurting you. Okay? Just five? Can I have that, please?”
My heart dropped. “What?” I breathed.
His eyes were so gentle, so liquid with emotion that it undid me. I was already unraveled after that and now? Now I didn’t know what I was.
All I knew was that I was in the back of a van with a man who had just killed two other men to protect me. He’d just blown whatever mission there was with my family’s club against the Jackals to save me, putting himself at risk to do it.
And him asking me for this, asking with a word that I didn’t think he used too often – please – my world was just absolutely rocked.
“Please, baby?” he requested. “Just five minutes where I pretend I’m good enough to have somethin’ as beautiful as you?”
This time, I went in for the kiss. And he moaned as my lips touched his. He flipped so that my back was on the mound of quilted moving blankets. He threw my boots aside and then his head descended, and he was kissing me with hunger the likes I’d never felt in my life.
No one had kissed me like this. This kiss put movie kisses to absolute fucking shame.
My hands went into his hair as his lips moved down to my jaw and then to my neck.
He was on top of me then, grinding himself against me and he was as hard as a rock.
Christian Forker, rubbing against me with an erection. My God…
I reached and rubbed my hand up the ridge of his cock through his jeans. He raised his head to look down at me.
“You want this?” he rocked against me, his cock rubbing exactly where I wanted it.
I nodded slowly, staring directly into his eyes.
His hand yanked on my fly and then dove inside and found me. It found me soaking wet.
“Fuck,” he grunted, and his fingers twirled around my clit, making me arch my back.
I breathed hard. He hit that spot with precision. My hips jerked when he did it again, this time slipping a finger inside a little.
The van was filled with the sounds of me panting and then the clanking of his belt being undone by me. I got his jeans undone and slid my hand into his boxer briefs, finding him rock hard, silky smooth, and thick.
He groaned at the contact and then my t-shirt went up and over my head before being flung. I followed his lead and took his shirt up over his head and off before rubbing my hands all over his muscled upper body. He stretched to lean toward the front of the van and reached for his wallet, which was on the floor beside the dirty knife.
I blinked, taking in my reality. I was doing this. I was going to have sex. With Christian Forker, who had saved my life twice already.
None of my brothers or the brothers were around to stop it.
I didn’t have time to think it through; I didn’t want to think it through. Two nanoseconds after he rolled the condom on, my jeans and underwear were gone. He threw his shirt under my head.
“Blankets are dirty,” he explained and then settled on top of me.
I grabbed his shoulders. His lips came down almost to mine.
“You sure?” he checked. “Fuckin’ wanting this since the minute I saw you, want you so bad…”
Oh God. Yes!
I nodded and kissed him again, holding both sides of his jaw while looking at the beauty that surrounded me. His hair was in his eyes, his elbows were on either side of me. The backs of his fingers ran down my cheek and his lips were on mine again sweetly and then he slid it back and forth over me. I was drenched. Without hesitation, he drove it inside.
I heard it