A smile played on her lush lips. She tilted her head and said, “Sloan.”
The big man rubbed a hand over his dark, neatly trimmed beard. “Rylan,” he said brusquely. “Take off your clothes.”
Rylan’s hand slid down to his zipper as if it had a mind of its own.
Fuck. What the hell was he doing, taking orders from this asshole? Yet he couldn’t stop himself. Something about Sloan’s low, steady voice was damn near hypnotic.
Reese’s smile widened as Rylan unzipped his jeans. He kicked off his boots, shoved the denim down his legs, and then drew his shirt up and over his head.
“Socks,” came Sloan’s restrained command.
Rolling his eyes, Rylan peeled off the thick wool socks and flicked them onto the hardwood floor. He was fully naked now, and he grinned when Reese’s gaze fixed on his very prominent erection. He could see her studying the barbell piercing on his cockhead, as if trying to decide whether or not she was going to enjoy it.
He fisted his cock and gave it a slow stroke, thumbing the piercing with deliberate showiness. “What now, gorgeous? I’m naked and hard and it’s all for you.”
She didn’t answer. And she remained fully dressed in skintight jeans plastered to her long legs and a tight sweater clinging to her tits. Those big brown eyes continued to gleam, darkening with pleasure as he gave his dick another pump.
The longer she stared, the closer he got to the brink. “I need to come before I fuck you,” he muttered.
That finally got him a response. “Any reason you can’t come while you’re fucking me?” She toyed with the hem of her sweater, absently sliding the fabric up an inch.
His gaze tracked the motion of her hand, focusing on the narrow strip of flesh that had just been revealed. He swallowed a groan, resisting the urge to rip that goddamn sweater to shreds. He wanted her naked, but he was afraid that if he barked out another order, she’d kick him out on his ass.
“I’ll last longer if you suck me off first.” He shuddered out a breath. The thought of those pouty red lips around his dick almost caused him to shoot in his hand. He glanced at Sloan, whose faint smile told Rylan that the man knew exactly how close he was to losing it.
Rylan held Sloan’s gaze and forced out a mocking laugh. “Seriously not interested in joining the party? You’re just gonna sit there and watch?”
Sloan arched a brow. “Not if all you’re gonna do is talk. Because if that’s all you have to offer her, then she was right to turn you away before.”
Rylan’s nostrils flared. “Fuck you.”
The man chuckled. “I already turned you down.”
“Sloan,” Reese chided without turning around, “be nice.”
“Only if you’re extra rough with him. He’s annoying me.”
She threw her head back and laughed, and the sight of her exposed throat summoned a growl from Rylan’s mouth. He snapped his arm out, bunching his fingers in the soft fabric of her sweater to wrench her toward him.
“You wanna know what I have to offer?” he bit out. “I’ll fucking show you.” Then he crashed his mouth over hers before she or her guard dog could say another goddamn word.
Reese gasped, startled. The moment her lips parted, his tongue slipped past them, thrusting deep. She tasted like hot sin, fierce and wild, and the blood in his body pounded harder with a driving need to claim her as his own. He laughed internally at the utterly nonsensical thought. Tethering her would be like tethering the tide. Impossible. The minute you had her, she’d slide from your grasp, teasing you to come after her and try again.
But for now, he had her. He had her fevered lips clinging to his. Her tongue licking a fiery path inside his mouth. Her delectable body sliding against his.
He’d take it. He was a simple man. He liked to fight and to fuck and he’d wanted Reese for far too long to put conditions on this encounter.
They devoured each other with their mouths. He tunneled his fingers into her hair and pulled her head back with a sharp tug to get her mouth in a better position for his invasion. Her fingernails dug into his biceps and he shuddered at the thought of those marks on his shoulders, down his back, on his ass cheeks.
Reese kissed like she did everything else—with every ounce of energy and life she had in her. This was what outlaw meant. Living one’s life to the very edge. If Rylan wanted a sedate, tame existence, he’d live behind the gates of West City and slowly kill himself with normalcy.
Nope. This passion—this life—was what he craved. And there wasn’t more of it in all of the land than in this one woman.
The need for release throbbed in his cock. He tore his mouth away and shot a fierce look toward Sloan.