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As the climax rushed through her, I gritted my teeth. It was all I could do to hold on. Hold on… The need outweighed everything else and I lost it, erupting deep inside just like I’d wanted.

And it was perhaps the most satisfying moment I’d experienced since…

The few nights before.

Well, shit. She had gotten under my skin.

CHAPTER 10

Denise

I would soon be forced to get one of those tee shirts with something crazy written on it like ‘naughty girl.’ Or perhaps ‘stupid’ was more fitting.

After fucking in a public bathroom, something I could easily be fired for, we’d finished our drinks and walked to the parking lot together. I’d fully intended on sending Shephard on his merry way, but we’d bantered again, played a little rough and ended up kissing for a full five minutes.

After that, he’d shoved me into my vehicle’s passenger seat after snagging my keys. The big he-man had to be in charge. After jumping into the driver’s seat, he’d instructed me to tell him where I lived. I hadn’t been a smart enough girl to insist he bring his vehicle as well. That would have taken brains and I was still in a sexual fog at that point.

I didn’t live but a few miles up the mountain, the road leading to it less than a half mile away from Shackles, the bar where we’d… God. Fucked. I couldn’t believe I’d done something so sinful.

We were damn lucky the bartender hadn’t said a word when we’d gotten back to the bar.

As we pulled up in front of my cabin, Pepper was already barking. She knew a mile down the road when I was almost home.

There was absolutely no typical foreplay in our world of passion. We weren’t chatting about our lives or providing each other with any details that would matter. I knew who he was by accident and I hadn’t told him my job. But of course I’d also allowed him to see the Glock I’d been carrying at the motel and I’d seen the weapon in his jacket.

Did that make him dangerous enough I should be nervous? Not at this point. With his lineage, his father being a vital member of this community, I wasn’t worried he was the killer. I only knew he was one badass man with an ax to grind against the entire world.

Our bodies slammed against the front door as I fumbled to unlock it, Pepper likely going nuts from the sounds. He was an incredible kisser, more so than a few nights before. We were far too much into each other sexually and a part of me screamed this couldn’t continue.

But it would for tonight.

Once I managed to get the door open, we almost fell onto the floor from how hard he shoved it open. Pepper was right there and the moment I took a breath, I noticed her intense scowl. A walk would need to wait until we were finished.

We were like two teenagers, ripping each other’s clothes off as I backed us into the bedroom. I hadn’t brought a single man here and it had never been my intention to do so. This was way toounexpected, but as much as he annoyed the crap out of me, I enjoyed the rush of adrenaline while spending time with him.

Once inside the room, he was the one who managed to turn on the light on my dresser. It was an old one, the bulb providing little light, but that was just fine by me. We were both now fully naked, Shephard tossing the extra pillows onto the floor. But this wasn’t about a quick, brutal fuck as had happened an hour before.

He picked me up, tossing me in the middle of the bed and immediately crawling on top. I wasn’t in the mood and neither was he for my previous antics. He had my legs bent, up and back with my knees against the comforter before I could take a deep breath.

Every sound he made was more like a wolf’s growl, low and throaty. I loved it as it added to the carnal passion we were sharing.

With the first swipe of his tongue, I was panting. There was no removal of the haze surrounding my eyes, or the strange series of vivid stars trying to fight their way through the fog.

I was digging my heels into the comforter, barely able to recognize my own voice as I moaned. He held me down to the point all I could do was tangle my hand into his long hair, gasping from the way his beard tickled my labia.

My heart thudded as I tossed my head from side the side, the way his tongue worked magical. He knew when to suck on my clit and when to back off, allowing me breathing room. He was gentle then rough, and I sensed he was watching everything I was doing.

I had no clue how I wasn’t climaxing from him stimulating my overly sensitive little bud. I chalked that up to his expertise. He was truly masterful with his mouth and tongue. But he proved his long, thick fingers were damning as well by driving several into me. I was slickened from his cum and mine, but I was still tight.

Of course, I purposely clamped down on his fingers, which forced him to laugh. He rarely allowed himself the freeing moment, his gruffness a tremendous part of the armor he wore. Sighing, I could feel myself spinning out of control. Within seconds I was lost in the fervor of the sweet moment, jerking up from the bed as an orgasm swept through.

I was startled at the sound of my strangled scream, the hoarseness entirely different than I was used to. This felt way too incredible and I was ready to beg him not to stop.

He didn’t as if sensing my need, even lifting my torso into the air, issuing a stark rougher growl and feasting as if this was his last meal.

Between his tongue and his fingers driving into me, I could no longer function at all. There was no thinking and I wasn’t positive I was breathing. The incredible moment lasted for a long time, so much so one climax rushed into another. I was crazy as I was driven into a sweet moment of ecstasy.

“Oh. Oh. Yes…” They were the only words that formulated. The pure nirvana was incredible.