you were saying about a quickie? Time to pay up, Mrs. Larter.”
I winked and squeezed his ass. “You know I always pay my debts. Let’s go.”
After instructing Jet to check my bike over since it had been in storage for so long, Torch spun me around in his arms and nudged me through a sea of bodies into the clubhouse, his hands inching down the front of my jeans the whole way. By the time we made it to his room, foreplay wasn’t necessary.
He slammed the door closed behind us and immediately started stripping down. I followed his lead and shimmied out of my clothes in record time.
With a grunt, he picked me up and carried me over to the bed. Romance apparently wasn’t on the agenda, he threw me down and jumped on top of me like a lion in heat.
Cupping a hand over my pussy, he used a finger to test the climate before bringing it to his mouth and sucking my juices off. “So wet already,” he murmured. “Be honest, did that fucking Busa do this?”
I started laughing so hard that I had to turn my head away.
“Liv…” he growled.
I collected myself and looked back up at him. “No, baby, you do this. Quit being so insecure.”
He ran his palm down my thigh and pushed it away to open me up. “Oh, I’m very secure.”
Reaching down, I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and tugged. “Good, now get me off.”
“Gladly.” With a roll of his hips, he swiftly impaled me.
Starting with slow strokes to build some heat, he rocked that fantastic ass back and forth with focus and fluidity. He pushed my thighs open wider, and as my walls swallowed him whole, I hooked the other leg around his back and my hands around his neck. Clinging to it, I lifted my head off the pillow and pulled our mouths together.
Though it had been intended as a quickie, we kept our lips busy and took our time in building speed and intensity. A slow burn, if you will. Thrust for thrust, my hips matched his tempo but let him take the lead.
I had no idea what was going through his mind, but the thought that our night could end badly had certainly crossed mine. Would this be the last time for us?
No. Wouldn’t happen.
Torch and I were a team, we were stronger together than apart. And if the club’s street intel about the number of men who would be there was right, we’d outnumber them four to one. Scully and the militia didn’t stand a fucking chance.
It was fine, we’d all be fine. I wasn’t about to start having doubts now.
By the time I shook off those worthless thoughts and gave Torch my full attention again, my man had pulled away from our kiss and was starting to work up a sweat. I stared into his eyes and focused on moving my hips in sync with the carnal sensations building inside my core.
Fuck, slow burn was right. It felt like a hundred and twenty degrees—and climbing—in there. Torch was getting close too, he moaned and groaned and clamped his teeth down on my neck.
The sharp stinging pushed me over the edge and my nails reflexively dug into his skin as my walls closed in around his cock. I cried out just as release came. “Shit, baby! Yes!”
A mere two seconds later, Torch tensed and hissed as climax hit. Seeing his muscles twitch as he slid his shaft in and out a few more times, I kegeled the shit out of it to milk every last drop.
He rolled to his back and slid an arm under my shoulders to pull me in. I rested my head on his chest and sighed in absolute contentment.
“You should probably head over to the compound soon,” Torch muttered. “You sure you wanna do this? Babe, if they catch you spying—”
“They won’t even know I’m there,” I assured him. “I used the satellite pictures to find the perfect tree to perch in, it’s about two hundred yards away from the fence and Biff has the coordinates. I’m just keeping track of people going in and out, right? No big deal.”
“But the drones—”
“I’d still have to be somewhat close and they’re easy to spot during the day,” I argued. “Don’t start second-guessing the plan now, bad things happen when people choke.”
“I know. I just can’t believe you’re cool with sitting in a goddamn tree for seven hours.”