Page 12 of Make or Break

“Yeah, so do your jeans.”

He leaned up, his brown eyes sultry and heated. “Are your panties part of the cosplay you got going? Or can I rip them?”

I ran my tongue along my lower lip. “You can rip them.”

He pulled me up, then he put his other hand under my dress. I thought he’d make short work of tearing my thong off, but he stared at me while he fondled me. Teasing me. My nipples hardened and I bit my lower lip.

“Tundra. Please.”

“I like that,” he murmured, satisfaction lacing his words.

His fingers kept weaving a special brand of magic between my legs.

“Honey,” I breathed.

“God you’re wet, Mick.”

I ground down on his finger, trying to get more. My head tilted back, so I didn’t see him crouch down.

Then I heard the ripping of fabric and my thong was gone. He stood, held the fabric in his hand for a beat, then shoved it in his pocket.

Oh my God.

No man had ever done that. I loved that he did, and crazy as it seemed, I couldn’t wait to find out what he did with them.

His hands went to the bottom hem of his t-shirt and he whipped it off. He stooped to take his boots off, then shoved his jeans and underwear down at the same time.

I’d imagined him naked many times, but this topped every one of my fantasies. His broad chest sported a thatch of dark hair. I’d noticed he liked beer and he didn’t shy away from rich food, so his abs weren’t overly boxed. He had a four-pack, and a trail of hair that led down to his glorious cock. Those thighs I’d admired back at the bar were even better out of his jeans. His quads were well-sculpted and they rippled when he stepped out of his jeans.

“Let’s go, princess. We got a fuckfest to kick off,” he said, grabbing my hand and leading me to the recliner.

I giggled and climbed onto his lap when he sat down. Driving my fingers into his hair, I kissed him deep. He kissed me back, my hips moved, my pussy rubbing against his erection, but not lining up.

“Shit,” he whispered against my lips.

“What, honey?”

“Need a condom.”

“I’m on the pill and have a clean bill of health.”

He sighed. “Yeah, I haven’t been to the doctor since February.”

“But you’ve only—”

His chin jutted out and he closed his eyes for a beat. “Told you there was more to it, but before kicking me out, Sarah admitted to being with someone else while with me. The fucking bitch started it around Thanksgiving and it’s been going on ever since. I’m not putting you at risk, babe.”

I looked to the side and back to him. “I amend what I said. She’s a moron, a bitch, and a cunt. Who the hell would cheat on you?”

His lips tipped up a little, then he wrapped his hands around my thighs and stood. He set me down. “One moment.”

I watched him snatch up his jeans and pluck his wallet out to get a condom. Much like my brothers, his back had the Riot MC patch inked there. Only he had another line of forest green ink in Old English font that read, Brotherhood Always. No Traitors.

He turned around and I saw he’d already rolled on his condom.

I pouted. “You know, I could have done that for you.”

He closed his eyes for a second while jerking his chin up. “You put those fingers on my cock and I’ll come in your hand, woman. You don’t know how worked up I am right now.”