she held his gaze.
“Who are you?” He was bewitched.
“Ever.”
“Ever who?”
“Ever Yours-in-this-moment.”
His lips quirked up of their own will. “I’ll take that.” For now.
She stroked his cock from root to tip, her finger riding the vein that snaked on the side. He fumbled in his vest pocket for a condom. With Ever there weren’t enough condoms. On his way to find her, he’d stopped at a drugstore and bought two boxes, but he expected those to be gone by week’s end.
She took the packet from him and tore it open with her teeth, holding his gaze. Then she fitted the rubber over his swollen head and rolled it down with a scorching look that made his balls ache.
She took her time, but he was finished letting her have control. He grabbed her waist and lifted her. Her pussy slid over his cock, soaking wet and ready.
“Fffuck,” he groaned as he bottomed out in her tight channel.
She hooked her legs around his spine, her head thrown back with wild abandon.
Digging his fingers into her ass, he kissed her. White-hot need slammed through his system. He couldn’t stop himself from pumping into her.
Her inner walls squeezed him even as she opened her mouth for his tongue invasion. Sweetness unlike any he’d known wrapped around him. Even the dampness behind her knees seemed as if it was just for him. He shoved deep.
Crying out, she threw herself into the kiss. He slammed her down on his cock, needing to possess.
She didn’t accept it yet, but she knew it. She belonged to him.
He sank his teeth into her plump lower lip, and her pussy squeezed him tight. Pressure rushed up from his balls. He dipped his knees to get a better angle and thrust into her.
Her harsh cry signaled her release a split second before her body clamped down on him.
“Fuck yeah, baby. Take what you need.” The blinding haze of orgasm bore down on him. In a bright flash, he was gone.
He locked Ever to him and roared his release. Sandalwood and vanilla engulfed his senses, and her hair tickled his nose. For long minutes he did nothing but listen to his pulse and breathe her in as he rode one of the most mind-blowing orgasms he could remember.
She shifted in his hold, drawing on his cock one last time. He bucked his hips and pulled back to meet her gaze. Her eyes were glassy, her lips swollen.
“Next time we go slower.”
She nodded, dazed. Smiling, he let her slide down the wall to her feet. He reached for his condom, but she covered his hand. “Let me take care of you.”
As she removed his condom and dropped to her knees, he thought he’d lose his mind. When she cleaned him with her mouth, his cock hardened once more.
He traced the curve of her jaw, watching himself disappear between her lips. “You did that on purpose. You wanted me to ache for you all over again.”
She flashed those incredible blue eyes at him. “Did I?”
“Who are you? Jesus hell…” he croaked as she sucked his length.
She released him with a pop and got to her feet. She shimmied out of his hold and crossed the space to throw away the condom she held pinched in her fingers.
He turned to watch her ass sway with every step. Twisting back, he rubbed his forehead against his arm, which was still braced against the wall. Damn, she was everything he’d fantasized about in a woman.
She snatched her shorts and panties off the floor and stepped into them. He regained enough of his senses to pull up his jeans too. Right now he wanted her on his bike, her arms wrapped around him. But there were points to be proved first.
He caught her hand and towed her to the door. “Come meet my guys.”
“They’re here?” Panic rippled over her face.
“Not all of them. Just a few.” He eyed her. “You think they’d let me go anywhere totally alone?”
“No, I suppose not,” she said quietly.
The bar was a subdued version of The Gearhead, but it was still hopping. A jukebox played Led Zeppelin. Jamison leaned close to speak into Ever’s ear.
Anton Strout
Jason Miller
Jerry B. Jenkins
John le Carré
Nora Roberts
R. E. Hunter
Richard David Feinman
Carolyn Keene
Nicci French
Tantoo Cardinal