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  I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to me again, this time sliding my tongue past her lips while my hand moved up to the small of her back and tugged her body closer to mine. She gasped in my mouth and let her lips fall open for me. The coolness of her tongue clashed with my heat. She breathed through my lips and that gust of air made me want her even more. She tasted so fucking good.

  She couldn’t hold her height any longer and started to lower from her tiptoe position, but I followed her, keeping her body safe, cradled in my hands as I continued to kiss her. When we finally pulled away, a slow clap filled the room. It started from somewhere over by the bar.

  A glance right told me it was Cubby who’d started it. The fucking smartass. But all around us, retired veterans stopped their games and applauded our make-out session. Only Maggie was unreadable. She shook her head slowly and laughed under her breath. Surely, she thought I wasn’t good enough for this girl. I didn’t blame her. Maggie only knew me as the coldhearted bastard I put on display.

  “Wow,” Cassie said. “That was all man.”

  “Tried to tell you,” I replied with a smirk that mimicked hers.

  9

  Cassie

  “And then what?” Sue asked, hanging on my every word.

  “What do you mean and then what?” I replied.

  We were at a Chinese restaurant called Twin Dragons that had the best damn buffet and hibachi grilled food I’d ever tasted in my life.

  “You did not just make out with this guy and then go home,” Sue said, pulling apart a gigantic piece of sesame chicken.

  “He walked me home,” I told her. “And he slept with me.”

  “Atta girl!” Sue said, doing a silent cheer routine at the table. “I knew you had it in you.”

  I didn’t want to elaborate, but we did much more than sleep. After our kiss, we danced to one more song, and then he paid our tab and offered to walk me back to my apartment.

  “They did a good job,” he said as he touched the fixed doorframe.

  He’d sent someone over the same night he’d destroyed it. The guy had called out cautiously, “Anybody home? I was uh… I was sent by Rain to fix the door. But he warned me not to just walk in because you might hit me.”

  I’d had a good laugh at that.

  “It’s better than it was before you shattered it,” I told Rain as we stood at my door.

  “I want to hang out with you tomorrow,” he said. “I don’t know what or where, but let’s do something. At least then I can keep you safe from the Russians.” He looked out at the parking lot and changed his mind. “You know what? Maybe that’s a bad idea. I need to take care of some things.”

  I took him by the hand and said, “Will you come inside?”

  “You’re inviting me in?” he asked.

  “Yeah, I guess I am.”

  “You ain’t gonna hit me with somethin’ are you?”

  He is definitely my speed. Such a sarcastic…

  “That was soooo yesterday,” I said, sticking my key in the lock and tilting my head, biting my lip ever so slightly. Only a blind man wouldn’t see the signs I was giving him.

  Come get me, baby.

  I’d never been a slut, but holy shit, a woman has needs, and I had all kinds of needs at that moment. My thoughts kept going back to our fight. It was raw. It was nasty. I’d hurt him, and in the end, he’d hurt me. But it was so fucking sexy. I wanted that again, but I couldn’t afford to have my door wrecked with any historical roleplaying. Nor did I want a knock against my head that damn near put me out cold.

  The look did it. In fact, I jumped when he attacked me. His face locked on mine so fast I squealed into his mouth while he turned my doorknob, grabbed my ass in both hands, and lifted me up. He used my back to shove the door open and then kicked it closed behind him. My legs went up, naturally, like they belonged around this man.

  His hair dangled in front of his face, tickling my nose, and he pressed his forehead against mine and said, “I ain’t ever seen a damn thing as beautiful as you. You been on my mind nonstop.”

  Holy shit. Just take me. I’m yours.

  My chest felt so light I thought I might pass out. No man – none – had ever said anything so sweet and with such perfect timing that he would have me falling apart like this guy. I melted in his hands, and I did the only thing I could think to do. I reached down between my own legs, went a little further, and grabbed his balls like I did during our last fight. I gave them a squeeze, much gentler than the last time.

  “You got something wrong with you, don’t you?” he asked. “But damn if it ain’t perfect.”

  Fucking come here.

  I squeezed him harder and he moaned as I shoved my tongue into his mouth this time.

  How we got to my bed is a mystery to me. All I knew was this was the sloppiest kiss of the century. It was the loud, lip smacking, moaning and groaning, wild ride every woman wishes she’d get but most men can’t comprehend.

  He tossed me onto my bed, on my back, and pulled off his jacket, his kutte, and his t-shirt. Standing there in the moonlight coming through my window, he looked like a beast. A handsome, ripped with muscle, scarred, tattooed, and what looked like bullet riddled animal. His long hair hung in front of his face and the scruff of his chin, not quite a beard but long enough to show he didn’t give a shit about grooming, was so hot I found myself squeezing my legs together to try and calm my throbbing pussy.

  A slight tremble went through my body and I realized how nervous I was. Need had taken over, but now that we’d calmed down and he was standing there in front of me, I was worried. This wasn’t like me. He wasn’t the kind of man I was used to. How would this go? What would happen next?

  Get out of your head and open your legs. Let him in. That’s all you have to do. Let. Him. In.

  My shoes and pants seemed to come off on their own. I slid back on the bed in only my T-shirt and panties. Rain approached me and touched my knee with two fingers. It hurt, and I winced. I’d forgotten about the bruise. He dropped down to his knees and I leaned up on my elbows to get a look at him down there at the foot of my bed. He touched his face against my thigh and rubbed his head there. His hair and chin tickled me, and I laughed.

  He grinned and turned to open his mouth over the soft and tender flesh of my inner thigh. With closed eyes, he caressed me with his lips, wet me with his tongue, and I fell back on the bed so I could relax and feel him.

  I thought he would take it slow, but I’d never dated a biker before. I didn’t understand that manly thing they have where they tend to take what they want. They claim it. Own it. Destroy it in ways that might be good, oftentimes end up bad, but leave you sore and hurting either way.

  This was what he did to me that night. His hands held my ankles with such a strong force his fingernails dug into my flesh. His mouth went to my pussy, and over my panties, he shoved his face into me. His teeth gripped the fabric and his tongue pressed against it, dampening it so his lips could grab hold and he could suck the taste of me from the soaked silk.

  Oh, my God!

  My moan was louder than I anticipated, and I cupped a hand over my mouth, embarrassed by the sounds I couldn’t stop myself from making.

  Rain flicked open a knife. Where he’d gotten it, I had no idea.

  An image came back to me. A knife glimmering in the moonlight. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to force the thought from my mind. The scar at my side ached.

  My first instinct was to kick Rain. To run for the door, but he said, “Don’t worry,” with a low laugh. And suddenly I didn’t worry. The past flew out the window and was replaced by something else. Need. Desire. I couldn’t worry. That would screw all this up. If he were going to kill me, he’d meet no opposition from me. The scar aching at my side became an electric shock that traveled down to my waist and into my pussy, where I throbbed for Rain. I ached for him.

  He pressed the blade against the waistband of my panties and barely moved at all when the elastic band sna
pped and that triangle piece of fabric guarding me flapped open like it was saying, “You may enter.”

  You may enter, dammit. You can totally enter.

  But he didn’t enter yet. He stared at me, put his knife away, and licked his lips. I wanted that knife on me. I’d never wanted it before. I’d never considered it, but I wanted the knife against me. I wanted to feel it press against my flesh. My fear of blades was suddenly replaced by a desire for one. This was the control I needed.

  “Don’t put the knife away,” I said.

  I don’t know why I said it. He didn’t either, but he nodded, retrieved his knife, opened it, and held it out in front of me. His grip loosened around it when I reached down to touch the blade, pressing it against my own inner thigh so the point dug into my muscle. Not enough to break the skin, but the pain was sharp, and he grinned at me again.

  “Well, all right then,” he whispered, keeping the blade pressed against my leg as his lips came down over my clit and massaged me with open and close movements.

  “Rain,” I whimpered.

  He smiled against my pussy and I felt his grin as I reached down with both hands and grabbed his hair, pulling on it hard and urging him to pick up the pace and eat me like a man.

  His knife blade trailed down my thigh and around to my ass where it jabbed me deep enough to make me lift my hips and fuck his face. It hurt but felt so good. It was the first time I ever felt the need for pain during sex, but with him, I liked the aggression, the thought that he could hurt me, but knowing he never would.

  Rain’s tongue slid down and he threw the knife onto the bed so he could use both hands to spread my pussy lips. He shoved his face into me so hard his chin pressed against my asshole, and I cried out in pleasure. His nose sniffed at my clit and his tongue dug in deep, lapping up my insides, sucking at my folds. I couldn’t lie still. My body thrashed around on the mattress.

  Oh, my God! Where has he been all my life?

  I laughed out loud. He lifted his face and said, “What?”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?!” I shouted as I bucked my hips and slammed his face into me again. He was right there. I was close.

  God… this… ho… holy shit.

  Like a possessed woman going through an exorcism, my back arched, and I lifted up to my elbows, releasing my grip on his hair so I could watch him.

  “Rain…” I said again, nodding my head, telling him what he was doing was right.

  The hunger in his eyes was unexplainable. His face, his mouth, was slick with my juices. Shiny in the moonlight, as he reached down to unfasten his jeans and slide them off. My bra dug into the undersides of my tits, and I wanted it off, so I unclasped it and threw it onto the floor. My T-shirt stayed on. I wasn’t comfortable enough with my own body to be exposed like that.

  He climbed onto the bed on all fours, his cock solid between his legs, and I could only watch him with my mouth agape as he stalked me. He climbed my body and held both of my wrists above my head with one of his hands. With his other, he lifted up my shirt and grabbed my left tit in his hand, his thumb pressing against the hardened nub. My legs collapsed as far open as I could manage, and he used no hands as the head of his cock found me.

  Rain’s head pressed against my swollen, throbbing pussy. I thought I’d have to wiggle into him, or he’d at least have to use one of his hands to guide himself in, but no. His head broke through my folds and his cock stretched me open as he drove in deep. No tender, slow loving. My eyes burst open and my lips slid up over my teeth in a cry of pain that would have alerted the neighbors if I didn’t swallow it halfway out of my throat.

  “Bite my shoulder if you need to,” he told me.

  I did. My mouth came down close to his neck, and bit down so hard into his muscle I was afraid he’d need stitches. All it did was cause him to pull back and shove into me again. I tried to pull my hands free from his grip, but he held them in place and worked himself out and back into me. My pussy squeezed him so tight, and I could feel myself stretching. He was sliding in and out of me easier now, and I fell into the rhythm. I stopped fighting his embrace and let my arms relax, my back fall, and I forced myself to breathe again.

  The only thing that bothered me was how quiet he was. He looked into my eyes with such intensity, so much raw power, and I wished he’d say something to me. His lack of words made me uneasy about my own. I didn’t know what to say.

  I went with, “God, you feel so good.”

  He nodded and kept driving into me. Finally, he let go of my wrists and I gripped his back, dug my nails in, and asked, “Do you want me, Rain?”

  Confusion made his brow furrow, but he didn’t stop moving. Of course, he thought he already had me. But I wasn’t some kid who’d fall madly in love in one night. I was a modern woman. He needed to let me know I was his if I was going to be. When he didn’t answer, I kicked out from under him, and he pulled out of me with a strange look on his face.

  “What’s going on?” he asked in that sexy, gruff, soft growl of his.

  “Lie down, dummy,” I said.

  He chuckled and lay on his back. I threw a leg over him, lined him up with my pussy, and slid down onto him. He winced and sucked in breath through his teeth. With his hair in his face, it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. A man wincing like that from being inside me. Now, it was time for me to hold his hands down. I leaned forward and put my weight down on his arms as I rolled my hips and fucked this badass biker.

  What has gotten into you tonight?

  Moonlight shined off the knife blade on the mattress next to us. I picked it up and held it against his stomach. He looked down, saw it, and lifted his ass up to drive into me hard. He could have stabbed himself in the process.

  “Do you want me, Rain?” I asked again.

  “I want you, baby,” he said.

  “Do you want me?” I asked again. “Want me to be your woman? Or is this just a fuck? I can handle it either way. But I need to know.”

  His gaze fixed on mine and I tried to read his eyes. His cock felt so good in me right now that I nearly forgot my question. He didn’t know how to answer, and the panic in his eyes worried me. Pressing the knife blade against his gut, I was about to ask him again when he slapped my hand, sending the knife scattering to the floor.

  Then he pulled his arm away from my grip, reached up with both hands, and pulled my body tight against him. With his hands gripping both my shoulders like he was going to do a pull up at the gym, he held me in place and hammered me so hard and fast I could only fall onto his chest and hold on for dear life.

  He fucked me so furiously my breath stuttered, and I couldn’t speak. His cock hit the right spot and I felt my arms go slack. My palms fell against the mattress. It was all him now. He held me in place and kept thrusting into me until I felt heat building up and all I could manage was, “Mah… ah… ahhhhh.”

  “You want to know if I want you?” he whispered into my ear. “Here’s your answer.”

  Somehow, he picked up the pace and fucked me faster, harder, deeper, and then I could only cry out. I yelled, I shouted, I fucking bellowed as my limbs trembled, my lips quivered, and my pussy exploded in an orgasm that paralyzed me and left me at his mercy.

  “Oh, fuck,” he whimpered as he slowed down to long, deep, steady thrusts.

  And I felt him inside me, shuddering, shaking, and pulsating as his warm cum shot into me.

  “Don’t stop,” I begged him, knowing we were both spent, but loving the feel of him inside me. It was the first time, since moving to Alaska, I didn’t feel alone. I was wanted, needed, and had. His strokes slowed, but he kept going, until I moaned into his chest and laughed.

  He held me in his arms and chuckled. We both fell into that post-sex lazy laughter. When I rolled off him, he pulled me close so I could rest my head on his chest. I didn’t have that urgent desire to shower and wash myself clean like I did with my last boyfriend every time we had sex. With Rain, it felt good having him cradle me in his arms like tha
t, and I think deep down I worried he might get up, get dressed, and leave if I took the time to shower.

  If you’re worried about that, you shouldn’t have fucked him.

  It was my insecure side. Men didn’t stick around for long. At least that was my experience with them. My dad left when I was little, my uncle, who was like a second father to me, died when I was twelve, and the few serious relationships I had usually ended when the guy either cheated on me or left me because he wanted someone else. I was a good joker, a great flirter, but admittedly not the best when it came to revealing my true feelings.

  “What do you want, Cassie?” Rain whispered.

  “I don’t know,” I admitted. “Companionship, maybe?”

  “God makes dogs for that.”

  Ouch. That fucking hurt.

  “Wow,” I said aloud. “Seriously?”

  I pulled away from him, but he snatched my arm up and yanked me back roughly, grabbing my face and planting a kiss on me again. I pulled away.

  “Don’t,” I said. “It was good. You were great. We both got what we wanted.”

  “I didn’t mean it like that. Stop.”

  I allowed myself to relax in his arms, waiting on his next words, which needed to be wise ones before I rolled the rest of the way out of my bed.

  Your bed. Not his. Why are you leaving? Tell him to get the fuck out of your bed.

  “I meant if all you want is a fella to sit next to you on the couch, that’s what dogs are for.”

  “If this is your explanation, I have to admit, it fucking sucks.”

  “I don’t… I can’t… I’m not good at…”

  He’d raised his voice and it seemed to bother him. He touched his neck and grimaced. I wanted to hug him, to hold him, to call him baby. To ask him if he was okay. But I was stubborn, and he’d basically told me he wasn’t what I was looking for. That I needed to get a fucking dog.

  “It’s cool,” I said as I got up and walked to the bathroom.