driftwood going from
place to place. Then he’d met Moose one night in a bar and shit had come together.
He’d prospected, earned his cut and found an identity that suited him. He’d
seen and done too much to get out and pretend to be normal. Everyone else’s
black-and-white moral compass didn’t suit when he knew how much gray actually
existed.
He tapped the phone, wishing he could forgive Joel. He’d
missed him over the years. But how did one get over something like that and
trust again? It was a question he still had no answer to.
Chapter Five
Juliette wrapped her arms around Shooter’s waist and held on
tight. There was an electricity in the air that spoke volumes. The time for
courting had come and gone. He couldn’t keep his hands off her. Every caress of
her hand, side and knee had ramped up the sexual tension simmering between
them. He’d ambushed her after work and taken her to dinner. There was no
mystery why he’d taken her to his apartment for the first time. The wind
tousled her hair, chilled her barely covered skin and forced her as close to
Shooter as she could get.
The man must be a hypnotist. One look into his eyes
and she’d been a goner. The heat between them was undeniable. But it was the
sweetness hidden beneath those layers of gruff bluntness that had her falling
for him. He’d been hurt before, badly. She recognized the pain because she
housed it too—like attracted like.
They came to a stop outside an apartment complex on the
south side of town.
“It’s not much, but it’s clean and safe.” He shrugged. “I
spend most of my time at the club.”
Swinging his leg off with the grace of a dancer, he stood.
Holding his hand out, he helped her stand on her heels.
“Doing okay?” He peered at her from beneath ridiculously
long lashes.
“Y-yeah. I wasn’t dressed for riding tonight.”
“No.” His heated gaze raked over her painstakingly slowly.
Still not used to being the center of his piercing gaze, she fidgeted.
“Are you embarrassed?”
“No.” She looked away as her cheeks heated.
“You are.” His teeth were a slash of white in the darkness.
“I’m going to devour you whole, Juliette.”
Please do.
He chuckled. “You finally loosening up on me?”
“Oh my god, I said that out loud.” She’d never wanted to
make a cartoon exit so bad in her life. A black hole opening and engulfing her
would be welcomed.
“You did and I like it. Don’t hide yourself from me.” He
cupped her chin. “Ever. I live unencumbered by rules. When you’re with me I
expect you to do the same. You know that by now.”
Completely under his spell, she nodded her head.
“Fuck, what are you doing to me, Juliette?” He pulled her
hips flush against his. The thick bulge in his pants pressed into her, dropping
her belly down into her shoes the way a deep hill would. “Now all I can picture
is you in a pencil skirt with a strand of pearls between your breasts. Those
long legs spread wide on the checkout counter while I take you hard and fast.”
The heated words he whispered tickled her ear and tangled up her insides. She
squirmed against him, moaning at the friction it caused.
“That’s it, baby. Feel what you do to me.” His silken voice
and the whirlwind events of their courtship seduced her and robbed her of her
modesty. Shameless, she ground her hips into him, whimpering as tendrils of
pleasure unfurled in her pussy. Wetness formed between her legs, soaking her
panties and the tops of her thighs.
“That’s it. Do you like the way my cock feels?”
“Yes.”
“It’s only going to get better from here.” He gripped her
hips, lifting her up, and she wound her legs around his waist out of instinct.
Stunned by her actions, she studied him with hazy vision.
“We need to get inside before I take you on my bike.”
“You can do that?” She whispered. Visions of their limbs
entwined while she rode him made her moan.
“We will do that, Juliette. You and I are
place to place. Then he’d met Moose one night in a bar and shit had come together.
He’d prospected, earned his cut and found an identity that suited him. He’d
seen and done too much to get out and pretend to be normal. Everyone else’s
black-and-white moral compass didn’t suit when he knew how much gray actually
existed.
He tapped the phone, wishing he could forgive Joel. He’d
missed him over the years. But how did one get over something like that and
trust again? It was a question he still had no answer to.
Chapter Five
Juliette wrapped her arms around Shooter’s waist and held on
tight. There was an electricity in the air that spoke volumes. The time for
courting had come and gone. He couldn’t keep his hands off her. Every caress of
her hand, side and knee had ramped up the sexual tension simmering between
them. He’d ambushed her after work and taken her to dinner. There was no
mystery why he’d taken her to his apartment for the first time. The wind
tousled her hair, chilled her barely covered skin and forced her as close to
Shooter as she could get.
The man must be a hypnotist. One look into his eyes
and she’d been a goner. The heat between them was undeniable. But it was the
sweetness hidden beneath those layers of gruff bluntness that had her falling
for him. He’d been hurt before, badly. She recognized the pain because she
housed it too—like attracted like.
They came to a stop outside an apartment complex on the
south side of town.
“It’s not much, but it’s clean and safe.” He shrugged. “I
spend most of my time at the club.”
Swinging his leg off with the grace of a dancer, he stood.
Holding his hand out, he helped her stand on her heels.
“Doing okay?” He peered at her from beneath ridiculously
long lashes.
“Y-yeah. I wasn’t dressed for riding tonight.”
“No.” His heated gaze raked over her painstakingly slowly.
Still not used to being the center of his piercing gaze, she fidgeted.
“Are you embarrassed?”
“No.” She looked away as her cheeks heated.
“You are.” His teeth were a slash of white in the darkness.
“I’m going to devour you whole, Juliette.”
Please do.
He chuckled. “You finally loosening up on me?”
“Oh my god, I said that out loud.” She’d never wanted to
make a cartoon exit so bad in her life. A black hole opening and engulfing her
would be welcomed.
“You did and I like it. Don’t hide yourself from me.” He
cupped her chin. “Ever. I live unencumbered by rules. When you’re with me I
expect you to do the same. You know that by now.”
Completely under his spell, she nodded her head.
“Fuck, what are you doing to me, Juliette?” He pulled her
hips flush against his. The thick bulge in his pants pressed into her, dropping
her belly down into her shoes the way a deep hill would. “Now all I can picture
is you in a pencil skirt with a strand of pearls between your breasts. Those
long legs spread wide on the checkout counter while I take you hard and fast.”
The heated words he whispered tickled her ear and tangled up her insides. She
squirmed against him, moaning at the friction it caused.
“That’s it, baby. Feel what you do to me.” His silken voice
and the whirlwind events of their courtship seduced her and robbed her of her
modesty. Shameless, she ground her hips into him, whimpering as tendrils of
pleasure unfurled in her pussy. Wetness formed between her legs, soaking her
panties and the tops of her thighs.
“That’s it. Do you like the way my cock feels?”
“Yes.”
“It’s only going to get better from here.” He gripped her
hips, lifting her up, and she wound her legs around his waist out of instinct.
Stunned by her actions, she studied him with hazy vision.
“We need to get inside before I take you on my bike.”
“You can do that?” She whispered. Visions of their limbs
entwined while she rode him made her moan.
“We will do that, Juliette. You and I are
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