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“Tease,” I grumble before clearing my throat. “And then we hear bikes. We lay in wait and we ambush them as soon as they walk in.”

“That’s it?”

“Yes and no. They were arguing on the way in. Mercer wants them to clear everything out, Diesel wants to sell the shit then get outta Dodge. They were distracted. That gave us an opening to take out three of them before the others could get their thumbs outta their asses.”

“That sounds…straightforward and a little boring.”

“It should have been. But in usual DRMC fashion Pops went rogue and then he went stabby. Rider and Grind ended up in a fight.”

She hisses a little, “Damn. Hate to be on the end of that. They’re both huge and look like they’d fight dirty.”

“With each other. And yes, they did fight dirty.”

Willa laughs, the husky sound like music to my ears. Her weight moves again, her lips press to my shoulder and her hair tickles my neck when her lips move to my ear.

“Roll over.”

Willa

I watch the play of Miles’ muscles as he rolls, his oiled skin glowing in the lamplight. He’s so rugged and rough and beautiful it takes my breath away. My hands find their way to his chest before he’s even settled on his back. The hair on his chest tickles my palms, and I bury my hands deeper, loving the feel of it through my fingers, his heartbeat under my palm.

“Babe,” he swallows, loud in the quiet room.

“Shh. Let me play,” I murmur. He had his way in the car, teasing me until I came on his tongue. Now it’s my turn.

I stand from the bed, back to Miles, my hands going to the hem of my yoga top. I peel it up and over my body, purposely going slow, teasing him with every inch of skin I reveal.

“Damn, you’re gorgeous,” he whispers. More to himself than me, I think, as the words were spoken so low I could barely hear them.

If he thinks my back is gorgeous, he’s about to get an eyeful of my ass. Reaching for my waistband I slowly roll it down, tugging a little to get the tight, black material over my ass. Miles’ sudden intake of breath before muttering curses lights me up from the inside and instead of drawing things out even more, I shove my pants down to my toes, kicking them out of my way.

Taking a breath I turn slowly, my body on full display, just like Miles’. His cock is so hard it's weeping, leaving a little shiny patch in the hair on his lower stomach. I’ve tasted him before. When we were fucking. But this? This feels different. I could pretend it’s because he got past my defenses. That he charmed his way into my heart. But that’s not true. I didn’t fall in love with him because he called me gorgeous or because he kept his word and came to my house to fix my door and wall. I fell in love with him because he gave me back my smile. One I never knew I missed until it came back.

“Baby?” he asks, crunching up to sitting, reaching for my hands.

I twine my fingers with his as I straddle his lap, resting my forearms on his muscular shoulders, my fingers twirling the soft hair at his nape.

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper into the space between us.

He searches my face, gently pushing my hair behind my ear. “Willa, I-”

My lips press to his, sipping, tasting, my tongue tracing his lips, asking for entry and gaining it without hesitation. I deepen the kiss, sucking on Miles’ tongue as I move in his lap, closer, closer until I’m as close as I can get but it’s not enough. Rising up to my knees one hand snakes between us, wrapping around his thickness, holding him steady as I drag the mushroomed head against my seam, dipping into my wetness before dragging him up, up until he bumps my clit.

His moans are loud in the dim room, my whimpers joining him. “Baby, please, I need you,” he hisses when I tease him with my entrance.

Gripping his shoulders I lower myself onto his hard cock, stretching to accommodate his thickness, the burn delicious as pleasure zips through my body.

“Willa, Willa, Willa,” Miles chants, his hips gently thrusting up in time with my downstrokes.

I know I can’t last long in this position, not when my clit rubs Miles’ stomach, causing every nerve ending to feel alive. My peak builds quickly and I chase it. In one perfect moment the stars, or my g-spot and Miles’ cock, all align and I fall over the edge. Tumbling, crashing wave after wave of pleasure as I moan out my release.

My body feels too alive, too sensitive and then I’m starving for more. More touch, more pleasure and Miles knows. He reads me like a book. No words are spoken. Not when Miles’ talented mouth sucks on my nipple, his tongue batting the swollen nub.

“Miles!” I gasp out in a voice that doesn’t sound like mine.

His strong arms wrap around me and he swings me flat onto the bed, never breaking our connection. He moves from one breast, to the other, spoiling my nipple while his free hand drags along my body, squeezing, kneading my thigh as he hooks it over his hip, opening me up so he can push into me a little deeper. So deep, so good, so hot.

“I need one more from you, sweetheart,” he murmurs into my breast as his hips start working again.