Broken (Soldiers of Darkness MC Book 1) by Michelle Betham Page B

fucking endless legs, and when she leans over the countertop to grab a teaspoon, her T-shirt rides up slightly, giving me a glimpse of her tight, young ass. She’s wearing panties, but they’re tiny, and most of them are where my increasingly impatient cock wants to go; right up that tight, young ass. But maybe not the first time. There I go again. I’m thinking past the first time with this girl, and the first time ain’t even happened yet. But it’s gonna. And it better be soon, ‘cause the wait is freakin’ killing me.
    ‘Why didn’t you fuck me last night?’
    Her question takes me aback slightly. That’s come straight out of left field. ‘I didn’t want to.’ Well, that’s a fucking lie, actually. I wanted to fuck her so bad, come on, she was freakin’ naked in front of me! All I had to do was free my cock and we were home.
    ‘I wanted you to.’
    Whoa! Really? ‘I don’t think you did, darlin’.’
    ‘Don’t tell me what you think I wanted, Mack. I wanted you to fuck me. And you didn’t. Because I think there’s a man there inside of you that you won’t ever let out. A man who isn’t an arrogant, violent bastard.’
    ‘I ain’t got time for amateur psychology, sweetheart.’
    I watch as she pulls off her T-shirt, exposing her perfect tits and a body that could make a dead man come.
    ‘Fuck me now.’
    Am I in some kinda weird fucking dream here? ‘Izzi…’ Why the hell am I stalling? What the fuck is wrong with me?
    ‘Please, Mack.’
    Jesus Christ, she’s freakin’ begging me! And I still haven’t moved a fucking inch.
    ‘I want you to fuck me.’
    This is crazy. This must be a dream, because I don’t do this. I don’t hesitate when a hot-as-hell woman begs me to fuck her, and she ain’t the first to do that. I’ve had them on their knees in front of me, crying tears of frustration they’ve wanted me that bad. And every time it’s been something I can’t get enough of. But this time – this time I’m hesitating. And I don’t know why. She has no idea how much I want to fuck her. No freakin’ idea…
    She leans back against the counter and pushes those beautiful tits out slightly, and that’s it. I’m on it now, I ain’t playing games no more. I don’t know what the fucking hell is wrong with me but I’m back now – Mack Slayer is back, from that momentary lapse of judgment.
    Her smile widens as I move closer, and I feel my heart start to beat faster than I’ve ever felt it beat before, the adrenaline coursing through my body making my head spin. How many times have I fucked a woman before? Hell, I lost count decades ago. I’m thirty-eight, for Christ’s sake. And then I remember that she’s younger than me. But she’s old enough, for sure. I think she just looks a whole lot younger than she is. She ain’t no teenage whore playing dangerous games. She’s old enough.
    ‘You sure about this, Izzi?’
    What the fuck …? When have I ever asked that question? I don’t care if they’re sure or not, I don’t give a crap. But, right now, I do. And it fucking terrifies the shit out of me.
    ‘Can we stop talking, Mack?’
    She don’t have to ask me twice.
    I reach out and place a hand between her tits, because, for some reason I ain’t even gonna try and explain – there’s enough confusing shit going on right now – I want to feel her heart beat. I want to know if it’s beating as fast as mine, and it is. It’s pounding away inside of her, and I ain’t ever felt anything like that before. I’m in crazy-shit territory here. And then her eyes lock with mine and I don’t care how crazy or terrifying this is. I don’t fucking care no more.
    I slide my hand down, and her skin’s soft and warm beneath my fingers, and I feel my cock straining to be set free. It can wait, just a few more seconds. There’s something I need to do first. Somewhere I need to go.
    Her eyes burn into mine, and I swear I can feel sweat breaking out on my forehead. And as I hook my