Guilty Bastard (Grim Bastards MC) - Shelley Springfield Page 0,1
their marriage breaking down. He just doesn’t have the heart to tarnish their image of their mother. Knowing he is willing to take shit for what his old lady does makes me love him even more.
Taking in a deep breath, I push away thoughts of my feelings for him and try to be the friend I know he needs.
“Wanna go grab a beer and play a little pool?” I ask, pretending that having him in my arms isn’t all I can think about.
Tugging me into his room, he shuts the door and shrugs off his cut. When his eyes finally come to mine, the need is still there but there’s something else, too.
“I’ve tried to stay the hell away from you,” he says, reaching down and grabbing the bottom of his shirt. “I’m too fucking weak to fight it now.”
I watch as he pulls his shirt over his head, showing me his rippling abs. “Round, you need to think about what you are doing.”
I’m not stupid; I know what he wants. It’s the same thing I’ve wanted for years. Still, I don’t think this is a good idea. Being with him, while he has an old lady, could leave me with a broken heart. Can I afford to take that chance?
“You’re all I’ve thought about since the day you walked through that door,” he tells me, reaching out and pulling me flush with his chest. “It’s either go out there and drink myself to oblivion, or stay in here and give in to the temptation I’ve been fighting for years. Well, I’m tired of fighting.”
Running his hand up the back of my neck, he fists my long hair in his hand. “I need you, Lisa. I need you tonight.”
My eyes lock on his, and the need I see in them damn near takes my breath away. “Take what you need, sweetheart.”
His hand releases my hair and comes around to cup my face. A second later, his mouth comes down on mine. The first brush of his lips sends a wave of lust through my body. His tongue caresses mine, giving me my first taste of him—a delicious mixture of whiskey and coffee, a truly addictive flavor. Deep down, I know this will only lead to heartache, but I can’t turn away from him. A part of me needs this every bit as much as he does.
He continues to kiss me as he walks me back toward the bed. As soon as my legs hit the mattress, he pushes me down and brings his body over mine. His fingers go back to my hair, pushing the loose strands from my face. The entire time, his eyes are locked on mine.
“This is gonna change everything,” he says, his voice husky with need. “You understand that, don’t you?”
My heart skips a frantic beat, as his words ricochet through my brain like a loose cannon. “I know it will.”
His lips meet mine again, deepening the kiss. I barely get a taste of him, before he jumps up from the bed, his eyes looking longingly at me, and he kicks off his boots.
A slow smile spreads across his face, as his hands goes to the button on his jeans. “I need you naked, Lisa.”
I get up from the bed and undress quickly, not questioning whether what we are doing is right or wrong. By the time I shimmy out of my panties, Round is back on the bed, naked and waiting. It only takes a second before he is yanking me down to him. I get only a glimpse of his thick cock before he rolls on top of me, grabs my legs, and jerks them apart.
“I gotta taste you,” he mumbles, before lowering his head to my already wet pussy. “I’ve wanted to know your taste forever.”
My back bows up in pleasure and a touch of pain as he latches on to my clit, giving it a gentle bite. As soon as his teeth release, his tongue circles it, taking the sting away. At the same time, his fingers find my opening and delve inside.
“I knew you were gonna taste fucking amazing, but I had no damn idea it would be this good,” he says, before running his tongue over my clit once again.
My hips jerk up, wanting to get closer to his mouth. “So good.”
He doesn’t reply, just continues to work my pussy. I’ve never felt anything like this in my whole life. It’s as if he knows what I need before I