Now, it’s her turn for her hands to wander down my body. Lightly, she slides her fingertips down my chest. Touching every part of me in a way that raises goosebumps up and down my back.
How is this woman able to do this to me, when no other woman can?
She takes hold of the buttons of my jeans, pulls them free and, with a devilish grin on her face, drops to her knees.
“I’m going to suck you, Snake.”
I want to see this sight every night for the rest of my life.
Adella on her knees, my cock in her mouth, a smile on her face, and the taste of her pussy on my lips. She’s so innocent — she says I’m her first — and it’s her innocence that makes me harder than any woman I’ve been with before. This woman is all mine, ready to give me everything.
I shut my eyes and have to reach out and grab the door to keep from falling. Adella is something special; in minutes, she’s got me boiling on the inside, ready to burst.
“I need to fuck you, Addie. Fuck, I need it so fucking bad.”
She lets go of my cock and stands up, smiling.
“How do you want me, Snake?”
I take a deep breath, steady myself.
“Turn around. Bend over. Let me see your ass.”
Every time I watch her ride, watch her sling one of her legs over her bike, watch the way her jeans hug her ass, I’ve wanted this view. Her curvy, brown-skinned ass right in front of me, mine to grab and hold while I fuck her from behind.
It’s even better than I imagined.
She looks back at me, brown eyes shining, back arched, highlighting just how curvy her ass is, and she smiles.
“Is this what you want?”
“It’s what I’ll always want.”
I position myself behind her, and she reaches between her legs and grabs my cock to guide it in to her tight wet pussy. My fingers dig in to her hips, the warm sensation is so overwhelming I feel like I’m about to fall over.
Breathing deep, I start slow. Gentle. This is only her second time and, no matter how badly I want to fuck her senseless, I don’t want to hurt her. I want her to feel good; I want her to enjoy every second of our fucking.
“You can fuck me harder, Snake. I know you want to.”
How does she always know what’s on my mind?
I grunt in response.
It’s too hard to put words together, it feels so damn good being inside her. So damn good hearing her moan in pleasure as I fuck her harder. Hearing her gasp, “More. Harder.” as I grip her hips tight and thrust deep into her, enough that the door she’s leaning against shakes in its frame.
Then, her moan becomes a gasp, goosebumps creep up and down her brown body, and her pussy clenches tight to my cock as she comes.
It’s more than I can take.
I can’t fight how good she makes me feel.
I let go. Lose myself deep inside her. Forget everything except how fucking amazing this woman is and the profound effect she has on me, body and soul.
Fuck if I know how long I take to recover when we both finish. For the longest time, we stay right where we are — barely inside her apartment, because we just couldn’t wait to walk the twenty feet to her bedroom before we had sex — and enjoy the simple touch of each other.
When I’m with her, I feel like a different man; like a man who doesn’t carry all these wounds on his heart.
Enjoy this moment, Snake. Because it might be one of the last you have. You know what you need to do.
This can not last.
With her hand on my chest, she gently leads me to her couch. There’s a look on her face like she knows what I want, what I need, to tell her. This woman can read me like no other.
“Talk to me, Snake,” she says.
And, though it’s difficult to do with anyone else, it’s easy to talk to her. To open up those places inside me I keep locked away; to bare what remains of my wounded soul.
This is the woman I have to leave? The one who understands and cares like no one else?
“We found Silas.”
She sits up. “You told me. What happened?”
“He was hiding out in some crappy motel outside of town. We got in. And he and I had a chat. I did some things to him. To break him. And it was like being at war all over again.”
She reaches out, puts a hand on my arm. That peaceful touch calms the pain inside me. The pain that comes with thinking about the parts of myself that I had to summon up to do the dark, bloody work that I did; I’d do anything for the club, just into the open mouth of hell if I had to, but that doesn’t mean it wont hurt.
Her touch makes all that go away.
“Logan, what happened?”
“Silas knew nothing. Fucking nothing. Bowen Dale keeps him and everyone else in the operation in the dark, except for what they need to know. Which means that he’s doing the same for his other nephew, Slade. It’s bad. Time is running out, Adella. We’re up against someone who’s fucking crafty, who has the kind of experience to drag this war on for a long fucking time and strike us where it hurts. And unless we find Bowen Dale himself and do it soon, this mess could ruin the club. Stone put a lot of money into that shipment, losing that would
