Edge Of Darkness (Arrow's Edge MC #2) - Freya Barker Page 0,26

at the sink rinsing dishes, while one of the older kids is loading them into the industrial-sized dishwasher. Lisa is sitting at the table with the younger kids but gets up when we walk in.

“I was gonna offer to help clean up,” I tell her.

“No need. I’ve got plenty of volunteers.” The older boy loading the dishwasher snorts loudly, and Lisa throws him a sharp look. “And idle hands that need to be kept busy.”

I’m sure there’s a story there, as the boy turns all shades of red before focusing back to his task.

Goodbyes take another twenty minutes before we head outside.

“I’ve got my bike here, I’ll follow you home.” Yuma follows his words up with a deep kiss that has me forget we’re perfectly visible through the big windows of the clubhouse.

I’m not surprised when he’s already waiting for me at the base of the steps up to my apartment.

Yuma

Couldn’t wait to get her out of there.

Fucking Ginger. She almost managed to shut whatever we’ve got going here down before we even get started.

I know there are things I need to talk to her about in more detail than I have, and although she’s been very accepting so far, I’m not so sure how some of those details are going to go over. I’m not looking forward to that conversation.

Seeing her at the clubhouse was an unexpected but ultimately welcome surprise. She seemed to take the whole thing in stride, even my instinctive kiss, which was more of an announcement than I was ready to make. I may not know how this is going to work out, but I sure as fuck am ready to find out.

“Yuma…” she breathes when I shut the door behind me and crowd her against the hallway closet.

“James,” I correct her, my nose almost touching hers. “My name is James Wells. Yuma to the outside, but with you I want to just be me.”

Her eyes go soft and her hands come up to frame my face.

“James,” she repeats. “Kiss me.”

She doesn’t have to ask me twice. Her mouth opens under mine willingly, and what starts out as a sweet kiss quickly turns into frantic groping in her entryway. Her tongue in my mouth, her hands tangled in my hair—holding on for dear life—while I pull up her leg and rub myself against her heat. I have to pry my lips from hers before I lose the last frays of my control.

“Don’t want to take you up against this fucking closet our first time, take me to your bed, Lissie.”

Her cheeks flushed deep red, her dark eyes even darker, she takes my hand and leads me to her bedroom. Inside, she surprises me when she stops in the middle of the room, and turns around to face me, whipping off her top in the process. With her eyes locked on mine, she reaches behind her and unclips her bra.

Fuck me, she’s beautiful.

Not because of her generous tits—they easily fit my palm—but because of the proud tilt of her chin, despite the hint of vulnerability in her eyes. She’s challenging me to take her as she is. I almost laugh, because the idea I might have an option in resisting her is ridiculous. Instead I strip my own shirt, kick off my boots and socks, and shove down my jeans.

I hear her sharp inhale, but I’m not sure whether she’s reacting to the tattoos covering my chest and stomach or my unencumbered cock pointing straight at her. It doesn’t matter either way, because it’s my cock she’s focused on when she drops to her knees in front of me.

At the first touch of her tongue, I already almost blow my load, so I quickly haul her up under her arms.

“Hey,” she protests. “I was enjoying that.”

“Me too, Babe. Too fucking much,” I grumble, while pulling down her jeans and underwear at once, the scent of her arousal thick and tempting in my nostrils. I can’t resist pressing my face against the dark curls at the apex of her legs, inhaling deep.

“James,” she whispers, running her fingers through my hair.

The slight scrape of her blunt nails against my scalp sends a charge straight down my spine all the way to my balls.

“Bed, Lissie.”

She doesn’t argue, just lowers herself on the mattress on the floor. First fucking thing on the agenda, after I fuck her, is getting a goddamn proper bed. I snag my jeans and fish out the hopeful condom I’ve had in my pocket this past