Thunder (Hell's Handlers MC #10) - Lilly Atlas Page 0,115

second before he captured her mouth, not seeming to care that she still had his flavor on her tongue.

The next thing she knew, her shorts were being ripped open, and Thunder’s hand was in them. Two fingers entered her without warning, making her shout against his mouth and clutch his arms for support.

“Christ, you really did like having your mouth full of my cock, didn’t you? So goddammed wet, I could drown in you.”

She shook and trembled as he finger-fucked her without mercy. Already, fifteen seconds in, she was close to coming. Wait, had he just asked a question?

“Oh, God, oh, God,” she said again and again. “I’m gonna come. Thunder!” She planted her forehead against his chest as she worked her hips in time with his fingers.

“That’s right, baby. Get it. Take it.”

“Yes…yes.”

His fingers moved with crazy speed, stroking the walls of her pussy with a rough touch. Mak panted, gripping him firmer with each passing second. The tips of her fingers and toes began to tingle. The sensation traveled through limbs, collecting in a tight coil low in her belly.

And then, as she screamed his name, it burst outward. The orgasm came on so fast and so hard, it made her head spin, stole her breath, and buckled her knees. Thunder caught her as she wobbled and rode out the violent storm.

Eventually, she sagged against him, and his fingers slipped from her body.

Mak blew out an unsteady breath as she straightened away from him. Her legs still felt like jelly, and her insides flowed warm and sated.

“Not how I was expecting dance class to go, but I’m not mad about it,” Thunder said with a wink, as he pushed her hair behind her ears. Probably looked like a bird had been nesting in there.

“Yeah…that was…”

“Incredible? Hot? Erotic? Fucking amazing?”

She grinned at him. How could she not? His playful nature infected her in the best way. “E, all of the above.”

“Damn straight.” Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her close and kissed the hell outta her.

“Let me just fix my hair and makeup, then we can go.” With warm cheeks, she glanced down at her open shorts. “Guess I need to change my panties, too.”

“Fuck no. Fix the hair and face if you must, but don’t even think about taking off that thong.”

“Seriously?”

He nodded. “I want to spend the entire night with the knowledge that you’re wearing the same thong you just drenched.”

Why was that so hot? “Okay,” she whispered.

Fifteen minutes later, they stood outside her house, next to his bike. Yeah, she should have assumed he’d want to take the bike, but it’d never crossed her mind.

“I don’t know…”

Thunder’s head fell back as he laughed. “Babe, your man’s a biker. You gotta ride.”

Mak’s mouth turned down. Weren’t they dangerous? She had so many people depending on her. What if something happened?

A strong arm tagged her around the waist then yanked her flush against an equally strong chest. “You’re worrying so hard, I can practically hear it. Don’t you trust me to keep you safe?”

“Yes,” she answered without needing to consider the question. “Absolutely. It’s the other idiots I don’t trust. It just seems a little scary.” God, what a buzzkill she was.

“I can promise you with one hundred percent certainty, you’ll love it.” He still hugged her close. “And I have a secret to tell you.”

“What?” She inhaled. Oh, he smelled good. Some subtle cologne, whatever made Thunder Thunder, and… and a little bit of sex. It would have embarrassed her if it wasn’t so intoxicating.

“You are going to be the first woman I’ve ever had on the back of my bike.”

Her eyebrows drew down. “Okay…that’s cool.”

Chuckling, Thunder squeezed her ass. “Having a woman on the back of your bike is a big deal in MC culture. You don’t just let anyone hop on. It means you’re my woman. My woman. Not my nightly hook-up, not my fuck buddy, not my friend. My woman. Get it?”

Wow. Mak nodded. “Yeah.” So, it was a claiming. An announcement of their relationship to the world.

With a smile full of promise, he held out a hand. All the fear and uncertainty she’d been experiencing faded into the background. She not only trusted Thunder to get them to the clubhouse safely, but she also trusted his promise she’d enjoy the ride.

Mak grabbed his hand, but instead of using it as leverage straight away, she brought it to her mouth and kissed the back. His eyes smoldered, and a host of heavy unspoken