Page 30 of April’s Fool

“Yeah, but I really haven’t stayed in it over the years, pretty much just crash at the clubhouse,” he tells me as he walks us up the handful of steps to the front door, where he unlocks it and pushes it open.

Before I can take a step inside, Fool lifts me into his arms and carries me over the threshold, straight into an empty house, save for the soft glow of electric candles and flower petals scattered on the floor, leading to what looks like a living room, but there’s no furniture to be found anywhere. Only blankets stacked in the middle of the room.

Fool sets me on my feet and turns me to face him. My eyes meet his, seeing the indecision swirling in his gaze. “If you don’t want to stay here tonight, we can go, but I just wanted somewhere to be alone with no interruptions. I know we’ll have that here.”

“Here’s perfect,” I tell him, lifting myself on my tiptoes to kiss him.

Fool’s hands slide around my waist, drawing me closer as our lips meet. The kiss deepens, and I melt against him, feeling his warmth through his leather cut. My fingers tangle in his short, thick, dark hair, and I lose myself in the moment, forgetting everything but the man holding me.

When we finally break apart, I’m breathless. Fool’s eyes are dark with desire, and I can feel his heart racing against my chest.

“Beck,” I whisper, more in plea than in question, unsure how to ask for what I want.

“Right here, baby,” he says, walking me backward. “I’ve got you. You trust me?”

“Yes,” I don’t even have to think about it to know I trust him. From the first moment I met him, I knew he was someone I could trust.

Fool’s fingers find the zipper of my dress and drag it down. The cool air kisses my skin as the fabric parts, revealing the lace of my bra, which falls to the floor around my feet. His eyes darken as he takes in the sight of me, and a shiver runs down my spine.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice husky. His fingers trace my collarbone, leaving trails of fire in their wake. ”So fucking beautiful.”

I reach for the buttons of his black dress shirt, one I know he wore today because of me, not his usual tees. My fingers tremble as I unbutton it. Beneath the fabric, his chest is solid and warm, and I feel the steady beat of his heart against my palm. I slide the shirt over his shoulders as I take in the tattoos on display. The one on his neck had entranced me, but I hadn’t seen the rest of it until now. I’d seen the ones on his arms, but never the rest of him. He’s beautiful in every way.

Fool leads me to the blankets, lowering me gently onto them. The petals scattered around us release a sweet fragrance as we move. I look up at him, feeling vulnerable yet safe in his presence.

“I want this to be special for you,” he says, his hand gently caressing my cheek. “You deserve everything.”

“Just you,” I whisper, drawing him down to me. “All I want is you. That’s what makes it special.”

Fool closes his eyes and rests his forehead against mine as he lets out a ragged breath.

“April,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “You don’t know what you do to me. How many times since meeting you have I thought about seeing you just like this? How many times have I wanted to spread you out, fuck you, love you, do everything I can to your body . . .”

He trails off as his lips find mine again, gentle at first, then with growing hunger. I arch into him, feeling the weight of his body against mine as he settles onto the blankets beside me. His hands explore my skin with reverence, each touch sending sparks of electricity through me.

When he reaches for the clasp of my bra, I hold my breath as anticipation builds. With skilled fingers, he unclasps it, then removes it completely. I feel the cool air against my newly exposed skin. Fool’s eyes darken as he takes in the sight of me, and a blush spreads across my cheeks.

“Don’t be shy,” he murmurs, his thumb tracing circles along my hip. “You’re perfect. So damn fucking perfect.”

I suck in a breath as his mouth follows the path his hands have taken, trailing kisses down my neck, across my collarbone, and lower. I gasp as his lips find my breast, my fingers fisting in his hair, holding him to me as waves of pleasure crash through my body. The sensation is overwhelming, and I feel myself arching into him, desperate for more.

“Beck,” I gasp.

“I’ve got you, baby. I’m going to make you feel so damn good,” Fool murmurs, blowing on one of my pebbled nipples, causing me to shiver. The sensation sends jolts of electricity straight to my core. I feel myself getting wetter with each touch, each kiss, each whispered word.

His mouth moves lower, trailing fervent kisses down my stomach as his fingers hook into the waistband of my panties. I lift my hips, helping him slide them down my legs. The cool air against my sensitive skin makes me shiver, but Fool’s warm hands quickly drive the chill away.

“Look at you,” he whispers, his voice rough with desire. “So fucking beautiful.”

I should feel exposed, vulnerable, lying naked before him, but I only feel beautiful under his hungry gaze. He stands to remove the rest of his clothes, and I watch as he reveals more of his tattooed skin. The artwork doesn’t just cover his chest. It also covers his hips, which tell stories I long to hear him tell me. When he’s finally naked, I can’t help but stare at his body—the muscles, the ink, the thick, long cock jutting out in front of him.

Fool returns to the blankets, his weight pressing me down as his body covers mine. His mouth reclaiming mine. His long fingers gliding along my body, down between my thighs where I need him most.

I moan into his mouth as he pushes a thick finger inside me.

“Gotta get you ready for me, sweets. Don’t want to hurt you. Not your first time, at least,” Fool whispers against my lips. His finger moves inside me in slow, deliberate strokes, and I clench around him. The sensation is foreign but not unwelcome. I gasp as he adds a second finger, gently stretching me.

“Relax, baby,” he murmurs. “Just feel. Take what I give you and feel how good it is. Imagine how it’ll feel once I’ve got you ready to take my cock.” He adds a third finger to the first two and lowers himself, peppering kisses along the way, settling in between my legs.