Her face turned a deep red.
I brought the brush back and tapped it off her ass, making her jump.
I put the brush in her hand and leaned down, gently kissing her shoulder.
I had to get the fuck out of the bedroom, even with my dick raging for attention.
I’d done enough damage for one day.
I had the rest of Harlee’s life to destroy next.
twenty-four.
(harlee)
I couldn’t sleep.
The lights were off. The room was still. I wasn’t afraid of anything in the apartment, not even Trent. I truly trusted him. In my mind I couldn’t understand what he was going through with all on his plate. The enforcer patch on his leather cut seemed to come with such an amazing honor yet responsibility. He had to somehow settle deals with outside crews and kill his own father?
It made me shiver.
I reached out and turned on the nightstand light.
The bed felt wrong being half empty. Hell, it wasn’t even my bed. I really couldn’t remember the last time I had a bed of my own. A place of my own. Something that resembled home.
I kicked the covers off my body and left the bedroom.
I wasn’t done with Trent and I couldn’t stand not being near him. If he wanted to spank me with my own brush, then do it. I just wanted to get a better understanding of the man I was falling for.
I was falling for Trent.
That was just insane. And probably very wrong.
How far would the engagement thing go? Would I seriously end up in the middle of some outlaw wedding just to appease Trent and his motorcycle club? If that were to even be remotely true, then I needed more information. If I was going to be his old lady and take care of him, he needed to drop the burden on me.
These were all the thoughts that empowered me as I walked the hall toward the living room. I expected to find Trent sitting up, awake, thinking.
Instead, he was sleeping.
How the hell could a man sleep with knowing he had to kill his own father?
When I got to the couch and looked down, I bit my lip. Trent had his leather cut off. He also had his shirt off. He was just laying there on the couch with no shirt on. The beast, the monster, sleeping so peacefully - with a gun in his left hand. My eyes looked down to where his jeans started. Fuck, he had those super hot cuts of muscles that ran from each side of his body right down into his jeans.
I watched his stomach rise and fall a few times.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
Slowly, I reached for his gun. I managed to slip it out of his hand and held it tight in my hand. I quietly reached back and put it down to the table. Then I set my attention on his jeans. My hands were eager, jumpy, my body ready for more of him.
Yeah, I know, I came out of the bedroom to talk to him, but that was on the back burner for now. I couldn’t pass up the chance to feel him again. To taste those muscles and to let my tongue slide along his cock until he was rock hard and pulsing in my mouth again.
I dropped to my knees next to the couch and managed to get his jeans open without waking him. I pulled his jeans and boxers down, watching the thick root of his cock appear. The more I pulled at his jeans, the more cock there was to see. It felt like it would never end so I reached and grabbed him. He was already mostly hard. It made me blush, knowing he slept like this. He was a total bad ass guy and I fucking never wanted someone so bad in my life.
My hand stroked him a few times and he started to move. He groaned under his breath and opened his eyes just as I positioned my mouth over him. He seemed surprised and I grinned… then my mouth went right to work.
**
My eyes didn’t leave his. My mouth devoured as much as I could fit. I tasted the hard steel like skin of his shaft. When I pulled back, my lips eased against the fleshy head of his cock. I made circles around it, trying to coax out something to swallow down.
“Fuck, darling,” Trent growled.
His hand then took a handful of my hair and pulled.
I let out a groan.
“Get the fuck up here, right now.”
I stood up and Trent’s hand ran down my body. His fingers curled around my panties and pulled, ripping at me, wanting them off. So I hurried to strip down and step out of my panties. His fingers slipped between my legs and touched me.
“Shit, darling, you’re dripping,” he whispered.
“Yes,” I purred. “Take care of me, Trent.”
“I won’t let that honey go to waste.”
He reached with both hands and pulled at me. He pulled me to the couch and toward his face! I fell forward and grabbed the couch, letting out a yell. I had no choice but to straddle the couch, Trent’s hands gripping my ass and wanting me at his mouth.
“Holy shit,” I said.