I pause, my breath fogging in the freezing air of the cabin, and I wipe away the tears at the corners of my eyes. “And it is being ripped apart by Switchblade and his friends. And every time you talk about how what we’re doing to save my friend is just some business transaction — auto repairs in exchange for your help — you fucking debase it. You devalue it. And you want to know why it hurts so bad? It’s because I like you so fucking much. I let you get close — closer than any man in years — and you stab me right in the fucking heart.”
I stop. Sniff, wipe away more tears, and wait for the recriminations I know are just around the corner. How dare I try to personalize this mess? How dare I try to make this anything other than business?
“You’re right,” he croaks.
His voice is this raw, primal thing, cut with emotion, wrenched from a throat ravaged by savage cold and exhaustion.
“You’re right,” he says again. “And you want to know why I keep talking about business? Because I can feel myself slipping. My loyalty belongs to my club and anyone who’s questioned it — even Rosa — I’ve let go. They’re my family, my brothers, my sisters, and I love them and I’d die for them. From the second I woke up in your bed, spent a morning around your table feeling so at peace and enjoying far more than is right the company of you and that Speed Demon, Josie, I realized just how good of a thing you’ve built and I knew I was sunk.”
He pulls me closer. Heat blooms in my cheeks and my chest. My lips curl and suddenly I’m smiling.
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying you’re the strongest temptation I’ve ever met. You make me think the thoughts I don’t know I can fight. But I am not a good man, Violet. I would only be trouble for you. And who I am belongs to the club. Yet, no matter how much I remind myself of that fact, I can still feel you in my heart.”
I turn. We’re face to face, my lips so close to his that the urge to kiss him raises a profound ache in my chest.
I look into his eyes and I can see the struggle there. The urgent and intense need at war with his loyalty. He’s a man on a mission, one that means so much to his family, and that conflicts with everything he feels for me.
He isn’t trying to demean me; he wants me and he wants to be a part of my life so much that he doesn’t know how to act.
So much of me knows I shouldn’t kiss him, then. It would be a mistake. Consigning myself I should turn away, ride out the remaining hours until daylight in painful silence, but I can’t help myself.
I lean that last half inch forward.
He meets me the rest of the way.
A moan of deep, irresistible need comes from me the second our lips touch; this is a kiss I’ve been wanting for years, from a man who wants me for something above and beyond just sex, but for who I am and what I’ve made of myself.
Thoughts of cold, of frustration, of fear, they all pass from my mind as I give myself over to the sole purpose of experiencing every bit of him.
I shiver beneath his touch, fingertips that run down my back to cup my ass and pull my hips to him. His cock hardens against me and he reaches down, taking his cock and guiding the head to the opening of my pussy. I grind against him, the sensation of his hard heat against the bud of my clit driving me wild.
“You make me crazy, you know that?” I whisper while I suck the lobe of his ear between my lips and give it a firm nibble.
He moans in answer and thrusts his hips forward, making me shiver as the firm promise of his cock grinds against my pussy.
Wet, slick and shaking with desire, I move from his ear to his neck, kissing him, running my hands over his body, cupping his muscular ass, pulling him as tight against me as I can while I rub my pussy against his cock.
Back and forth, I grind on him, each time bringing myself to the very edge of sliding his dick inside me, and yet each time pulling back from the edge. He’s panting as I tease him, and I am, too, the tingling climax that I feel growing between my legs is irresistible.
I’m going to come just from grinding on him like some horny teenager.
That thought crosses my mind and is gone just as quickly, chased away by a more urgent need. Grinding isn’t enough. If I’m going to use his cock, I’m going to use his cock.
Grabbing it by the base, I take his cock and rub the head against my clit. Bliss and heat makes my toes clench and my eyes roll back in my head.
“I hope you don’t mind if I use your cock,” I whisper.
He doesn’t answer. Can’t answer, except to moan while I rub his cock and the pre-cum dripping from
