chain link fence behind him; but as hot as it was to know they could be seen by passing cars, he wasn’t about to share his woman with anyone. He picked her up and kept exploring that sweet mouth, slowly moving towards a blue Camaro he’d parked next to the shed earlier that day.
He set her down and spun her sexy ass around. Reaching around from both sides, he clasped her unzipped top and tore it completely open, then pulled it down off her shoulders and cinched it behind her back to hold her arms together with one hand.
With the other, he slid off her black pants and roughly pushed down on her back to bend her over the hood.
As he frantically tugged at his belt to get it undone as quick as fucking possible, she glanced back over her shoulder and licked those pillowy lips, sending him into overdrive. “You need a hand back there? I have two if you give this shirt some slack.”
He slapped her ass and growled. “Not a fucking chance, you’re right where you need to be.” After finally freeing his desperate cock from its prison, he slid his hand down between her cheeks and around to her soaking wet pussy. He dipped two fingers inside her swollen passage and smiled. His woman… Always fucking ready.
She grunted in disapproval when he withdrew, but she’d already stolen victory right out from under him and he was done playing by her fucking rules.
He brought his wet fingers to her mouth. “Lick yourself off,” he ordered.
As she clamped her lips around his fingers, he thrust his cock deep inside of her. She let out a raspy moan and sank her teeth into his skin. Between her sharp bite and the glorious fucking feeling of her warmth enveloping every inch of his shaft, his head started spinning and he almost lost it on the spot.
He yanked his fingers out of her mouth to keep himself from erupting. Instead, he bent over her and grabbed her hair, then turned her head to the side so he could bite her neck and return the favor.
Moaning and breathing hard, she pushed back against every elongated stroke. “God, I love your cock,” she whimpered. “Almost there, baby. Harder.”
He wasn’t about to deny her and slammed into her core hard and deep. Once, twice, thr—
“Fuck!” she cried out, her walls bearing down and squeezing so tight, he came as soon as she did.
As the best kind of pleasure washed over him, he released his hold on her shirt and planted both hands on the hood to steady himself. It had only been hours since they’d gone at it in the shower, but his throbbing balls felt like they were releasing years of tension.
God fucking almighty, if she didn’t accidentally stab him during sex, he’d probably end up dead from sexual exhaustion. He’d always thought his libido was through the roof, but trying to keep up with her voracious appetite was no fucking joke. His body felt like a gelatinous blob.
With all the endorphins running through him, it took a few seconds between hearing the popping sound and feeling his ass light on fucking fire.
He bolted upright and grabbed it. “Fuck! What the...”
Grimm’s cackling reverberated through the air but quickly faded as he ran off. Torch looked at his hand and seethed at the sight of blue paint.
Liv peeled herself off the hood and turned around. “Did you just get shot in the ass?” she asked, her jaw twitching from trying to stifle a laugh.
“I’m gonna kill that motherfucker,” he snarled.
She patronizingly rubbed his arm. “You want me to kiss your boo-boo and make it better?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
At least the asshole had waited for him to get off, but make no mistake, Grimm was back at the top of his shit list.
: 7 :
| LIVIA |
Dressed and ready for the day, I plopped down with my tablet on our bed at the clubhouse. After a long night of drinking and paintball, which had capped off an even longer day of working in the salvage yard for Torch, we’d decided to crash there instead of trekking home. He’d had to be up at the ass crack of dawn anyway; along with Buddha, Mace, and Gauge, he was currently on his way to Albuquerque with a load of scrap metal. At over five hundred miles each way, riding behind a heavy-duty flatbed, it would end up being a two-day run.
With most of Jan’s twenty grand already