Page 85 of Chaos Bound
Fuck. Didn’t she understand? He needed her now. Crashing through the cover of the trees, Holt grabbed her by the hips and pulled her against him.
Naiya startled and the gun shook in her hand. She looked back over her shoulder and laughed. “Where did you come from?”
“Your dreams.”
“I wasn’t dreaming about a big sexy biker pressing his package against my ass when I’m trying to shoot a gun.” She gave a little wiggle and fuck she almost set him off.
“Too many men looking at this sweet ass.” He smoothed his hand over her cheek. “Thinking things they shouldn’t be thinking about something that belongs to me.” He kicked her legs apart and held her against the box with a firm hand against her lower back.
“Holt! What are you doing? What if someone comes out here?”
“I’ll shoot at them till they go away,” he growled. “I want you like this. After what just happened at the clubhouse, I’m in a mood for rough, and I don’t give a damn ’bout who sees us.”
Her voice caught. “What happened?”
“Got things settled in my mind about who I am, where I need to be, and what I got to do.”
She stilled, drew in a shuddering breath. “I don’t like the sound of that.”
But when she tried to get up, he pushed her back down. He would have her here. Hard and fast. And then he’d take her up to his room and give her slow and gentle, telling her with his body what he couldn’t say in words, saying good-bye. He reached around her, unbuttoned her jeans and shoved them down.
“Holt!”
“We’re in the trees. No one’s gonna see us. And even if they were minded to come out here, Tank will keep everyone away.”
Naiya dropped her head to the box and groaned. “He knows?”
“He knows me.” Holt ripped open his fly, freeing his throbbing shaft from its restraint. He leaned over Naiya, pressed his lips against her ear. “I need you, darlin’. You ready for me?” He slipped a hand between her legs, found her wet and slick.
“Such a good girl. Always wet for me,” he whispered as he positioned himself at her entrance.
“You have a way of turning a girl on.”
“Only one girl I want to turn on.” Holt rubbed the head of his cock along Naiya’s slit, and she moaned.
“Pushing her down on a box at a shooting range beside a clubhouse full of bikers, telling her that you need her, and then ripping off her pants is a good start.”
“You like that?” He pushed inside her with one hard thrust.
“I like anything to do with you.” She arched her back, angling herself to take him deeper. Fuck. She was made for him. Holt grabbed her ponytail and yanked her head back, holding her still as he hammered into her.
“Yes.” She bucked against him. “God, you feel so good, Holt. So big and thick. So hard.”
Christ. He wondered if women knew what it did to a man to hear them talk dirty about his cock. He was so fucking jacked, Jagger could come around the corner and he wouldn’t fucking stop. He pulled back and thrust inside her, faster, harder, gauging her reaction. He was right on the edge, but he wasn’t going to come until she climaxed. After what she’d been through, the last thing he wanted was for her to feel used.
“Give it to me, Naiya.” His balls slapped against her smooth round cheeks, his cock going so deep he could feel her cervix. “Give it up to me.” He slid one hand around her hip and stroked on either side of her clit, feeling the little bundle of nerves swell under his touch. Naiya moaned, and her pussy quivered around him.
“I’m so close.” She gripped the edge of the box, her knuckles white.
“Come for me, darlin’. I want to hear my name on your lips.” He rubbed his thumb over her clit, and she stiffened, choking back a scream as she came.
“Holt. Oh God. Holt.”
He pounded into her, his own release coming as hers ebbed.
Holt. Not T-Rex. A new man with a new life and a woman who had stolen his heart.
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