Naiya dropped to her knees as he pulled a condom from his pocket and sheathed himself. When he was ready, she wrapped her hand around him and squeezed tight licking over the head of his shaft. This she knew: After she started dating again, she’d quickly discovered a man could be put off sex if he got regular oral pleasure, so she’d researched, studied, and perfected her technique, combining her love of science and her knowledge of anatomy with the best porn the Internet had to offer.
She took him all in, fast and deep, dragging her tongue along the underside of his cock, longing to taste him free of the latex sheath. Still, his musky scent of arousal made her pussy clench with need all over again.
“Yes. Fuck. Yes.” His shaft swelled, and she pumped her fist in counterpoint to her mouth as she withdrew, and took him in again. Holt bucked against her, his hand fisting her hair.
“You’re so fucking sexy and it’s been so damn long, you do that again and I’m gonna come so hard.” He panted his breaths, as she took him to the back of her throat, his body coiling tight. “Harder, Naiya. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Suck my cock. Take me as far as you can in that sweet mouth.”
She sucked, and licked as she pumped her hand, but she didn’t need any of her tricks. On her last stroke, Holt threw back his head and let out a guttural groan, his hand tightening in her hair, holding her still. Naiya relaxed her throat as he thrust deep and climaxed hard, his orgasm going on and on, his cock pulsing against her tongue. Finally, he shuddered and pulled out.
“You okay, darlin’?” He pulled her up and let out a ragged breath.
“Been awhile?”
With a groan, Holt fell forward, palms to the rough brick wall, his forehead pressed against hers. “Three months or so. I thought maybe Viper had made it so I could never be with a woman again.”
“Apparently, you’re in good working order,” she said with a soft laugh.
Holt pressed a kiss to her temple. “But it’s never been like that.”
“For me either.” She cupped his jaw, bristly with a five o’clock shadow. “But now I can add fuck a biker outside a bar to my list of skills on my resume.”
He kissed her lightly and they straightened their clothing. He disposed of the condom in a nearby garbage can and returned to kiss her again. “Seeing you with that cop drove me fucking crazy. I woulda happily gone to jail to get his hands off you.”
Shoes crunched on the gravel around the corner. Holt spun around, pushing Naiya behind his back.
“Oh, there you are.” Michael’s voice rang out in the semi-darkness. “The bus driver said you hadn’t boarded yet.”
Holt held her firm behind him with one hand, while the other slid beneath his leather jacket to the gun holstered at this back.
“I forgot to give you my card.” Michael held out his hand as he walked toward them. “Just in case you remember anything that might help. I’m giving them out to everyone who was in the area at the time.”
“Su—”
“Neither of us was in the area,” Naiya said quickly, interrupting Holt. She stepped out from behind his back. “And we won’t even be in the state after tonight. Sorry we can’t help.”
Michael stared at her, his eyes narrowing every so slightly. “My mistake.” He tucked the card into his jacket pocket, and looked around. “Not much to see back here in the dark.”
Naiya put her hand on her stomach. “Still in the throwing-up stage of the pregnancy, and the restroom was occupied.”
Beside her, Holt choked back a laugh.
Michael’s gaze flicked to Holt and then back to her. “Ah. I guess with five kids it’s old hat for you.”
She pressed her lips together and met his challenge head on. No one would ever trip up a scientist on details. “Four kids. Tim, Fiona, Pat, and Louis.” She rattled off the names of her co-workers at the science center where she volunteered during the summer. All one year apart. We didn’t want to waste any time.”
Tension crackled in the air between them. Holt slid one hand around her waist, the other resting at his hip near his weapon. “Good luck with your investigation.”
Michael hesitated and then nodded. “Good luck with the baby.”
Naiya’s heart thundered in her chest, and she focused on slowing her breathing as Michael walked away.
“Kinda like the idea of gettin’ you knocked up,” Holt murmured when they were alone. “Then there’d be no doubting you were mine.”
Naiya let out the breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. “There would also be no mission of revenge because you’d be too busy changing diapers and rocking your daughter to sleep. Doesn’t really fit with the big, bad, outlaw biker image.” She pulled away and gave her clothing one last check.
“Lots of Sinners got kids,” Holt said. “Dax has five boys and he goes to the school and their sports games wearing his cut, not hiding who he is or what he does. And Cade’s got three kids. They moved to a house on Dax’s street ’cause the people there were accepting of Dax’s biker ways. Zane’s got a boy he didn’t even know he had, and there’s rumors Shaggy’s got kids all over the place with different women, but he never sees them ’cause his life is about the club…”