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“Would you be disappointed to find out that I don’t have some deep, traumatic story? Working construction, there’s always a lot of temporary workers brought in for certain parts of the job. There was a group of Eagles that would work for us regularly. I fucking loved motorcycles, and they looked cool as shit, so I made a pest of myself until they sort of adopted me. When I got a little older, I started coming to the clubhouse for parties, and when I was offered the chance to become a prospect, I said yes. Never looked back.”
She laces her fingers through mine, eyes soft. “And your parents were okay with that?”
“Oh, trust me, this isn’t what they fucking saw for my future. They were pissed as fuck for a while, but they got over it. We’re family.”
“That must be nice. I know my parents did what they thought was best, but I think in a lot of ways it just taught me that their love is conditional. If I mess up enough, my pictures might go in the box with Danny’s and they’ll build up a new life without me in it.”
“Jesus, that’s fucked up.”
Mila looks so fucking vulnerable that I lean down and kiss her. She smiles against my lips, and I cup a hand behind her head, pulling her closer. She opens to me like a flower that just needs a touch of sunshine to bloom. When I pull back, she follows with a low, needy sound.
“Don’t stop.”
“You want a little distraction, baby? Is it time for that rain check?” Sliding my hand up her side a little, I find the underside of her tit, and then explore my way right up until I've got it solidly palmed. Her nipple’s pushing firmly through both her bra and her t-shirt. I flick my fingers over the tip, making her gasp. “Or maybe it's just cold in here.”
She squirms away with a laugh. “Just the two of us? Is that even allowed?”
“Pretty sure I can figure it out. Maybe you can remind me how it works.”
I follow her as she rolls herself to the other end of the couch, so when we stop, her back's up against the arm cushion on the end, and I have her caged between my arms, looking down into those big beautiful eyes. She braces her hand against my chest, like she can hold me back. I hope she feels how hard my heart's fucking beating for her. She traps her lower lip with her teeth, blue eyes sparkling.
And then to my fucking surprise, she's the one who lunges forwards and kisses me.
17
MILA
I fall back with a laugh, smiling up at him and enjoying the way his rich hazel eyes flare with arousal. “Was that enough of a reminder?”
The sexy smile that curls his lips tells me I can only push my flirting so far before he pounces. “I’m not sure.” He leans closer. “It was a little quick. Maybe you need to show me again..”
My palm is still against his chest. Despite his easy going attitude, I can feel the coiled tension in his body. He’s holding himself in check, letting me play. His hips shift, spreading my thighs and lining the solid length of his cock right up the center of me. We’re still fully dressed, but being in this position is pressing a lot of instinctive buttons. I can feel myself pulling towards him on a deeper than physical level.
“I don’t mind helping you practice. If you want.” My voice is barely a whisper, but it's just us here. He hears me just fine.
“Oh, I really fucking want, baby.” He presses his lips against mine.
They're hot and softer than I expect, even when he kisses me hard. He cups my throat and chin with his big hand, holding me in place as he urges my lips apart and slips his tongue inside. I kiss him back the best I can as his powerful weight presses me into the couch. His control snaps, and a rough, needy growl rumbles in his chest. Scrapper uses his free hand to pull up my shirt. I do the same from below, gripping his T-shirt with both hands. We break apart to throw them aside. He straddles me and looks down like a king surveying his land.
His torso is cabled with muscle. A dusting of chest hair covers his powerful pecs and trails down over his six pack stomach, disappearing into his jeans. Plain black tattoo bands circle his biceps. The studs through his nipples are begging me to play with them. When it was the three of us, it didn’t really give me time to explore any of them as much as I wanted. This is my chance. I reach up and flick one with my finger. He hisses.
I pull back fast. “Did I hurt you?”
He laughs and shakes his head. “Nah, babe. They're just sensitive when you play with them, at least when you've got me hot.”
“So if I do this, that's okay?” I flick both of them, one with each hand.
I love the hiss of his sharp, indrawn breath. “Long as you don't mind me doing this.”
I'm still wearing a bra, but it's a thin, sexy one I put on for them earlier, and he finds my nipples easily enough through it, giving them a little twist. Pleasure shoots through me, sparking over my skin and down to my clit. It's my turn to hiss with pleasure.
“I guess I don’t mind,” I whisper, almost in a moan. I explore his chest, luxuriating in his smooth skin, the tickle of his soft chest hair, the pure power of his muscles underneath.
He kisses me again, while he keeps playing with my nipples. I moan into his mouth and arch my back, pressing my breasts into his hands. His fingers are rough and callused, like I'd expect from a man who lives hard and works hard. It feels different, better. The little bit of extra texture has me grinding my hips up into the hardness of his covered erection. He explores me with those hard working fingers, and everywhere he touches leaves a hot trace of need. I don’t even notice him undoing my bra until it goes slack.
“Aw, fuck…” he says with a tone that borders on reverence as my breasts are revealed. I never thought that lying on my back presented them in their best light, but the way he's acting they're the most amazing pair he's seen in his life. “You're so fucking pretty, babe. So fucking perfect.”
I swallow hard. I'm not used to getting hit point blank with compliments like that, and especially after the fire, I've been feeling raw and a little broken. “I?—”
