Page 17 of Make or Break

He kissed my neck where it met my shoulder, then he drew hard at my skin there. It wasn’t a good idea, but I tilted my head because I loved the feeling of him marking me. With any luck, it would fade in the next three days…and even if it didn’t, I’d figure it out.

His hips tilted against my ass and I felt how hard he was. I pushed back against him. He let go of my neck. “Not sure if you’re down for this, but I want to claim this ass. Thought about fucking your ass more than once.”

“It’s yours to claim,” I said reflexively, and wanted to kick my own ass - figuratively. My grip on what we were doing here was slipping. I wanted so much more from him, for us.

But I’d signed on for four days.

And I’d enjoy them.

The question was whether I’d survive in the aftermath. Could I go back to barstool banter without running my hand along his cheek?

Dammit.

As the saying went, I was the dog who caught the semi-truck, and I didn’t know what to do with it now.

“Are you holding something back?” he asked.

I was, and not just about wanting more from him.

“Can we use one of my toys when you do?” I asked.

His hand came out of my panties and he yanked my jeans down. Earlier, I’d taken my shoes off after we brought in the last of the groceries, so I stepped out of my jeans just in time for him to spin me around to face him.

“Shirt off, Mick.”

I pulled my shirt off, tossed it aside, undid my bra, and let it fall to the floor. While he tugged his shirt off, I shoved my panties down.

He exhaled hard before he cupped both my breasts in his hands. “You got toys. What kind?”

My eyes met his and I saw nothing but hunger there, and it made me feel bolder. “I have two vibrators - a Lelo and a Womanizer, as well as a rabbit, and a dildo.”

He swiped his thumbs over my nipples and I inhaled. God, he drove me crazy with just his thumbs.

“Which toy do you wanna use?” he asked.

I stared up at him for a moment. It was what I considered one of my wildest fantasies. “If you…claim my ass, I want to use my dildo at the same time.”

“You want double penetration,” he surmised.

He didn’t exactly sound judgmental, but he didn’t sound that pleased either.

“I like the fantasy of it. I know I’d never be comfortable with two people at once.”

“God, you’re every fuckin’ wet dream I’ve ever had.”

I exhaled with relief.

My fingers went to his belt, but he swatted them away. “No, ma’am. Time to eat.”

I arched a brow. “Did you just tease me? Why am I the only one who’s naked?”

He flicked his tongue between his teeth. “Because you’re the one getting eaten.”

I left a naked Tundra napping in my bed, put on my over-sized New Orleans Saints nightshirt and went to the kitchen. The rack of lamb needed a marinade paste slathered all over it well before it went into the oven. While I gathered ingredients from my pantry, I heard a phone buzz. Tundra’s phone skittered on the kitchen table. The display showed Sarah as the caller.

How I wanted to pick it up and chat with her, but if I’d learned anything from Dad, it was not to put my nose in other people’s business - especially if they were bikers.

The phone stopped vibrating, but pinged with a notification not long after.