My body raged. My muscles turned to iron as I locked onto him and rode him for all I was worth, panting and moaning the whole time, becoming his vessel.
He fucked me like a madman for at least another minute. Neither of us could make a sound except for the ragged, savage grunts spilling out of us.
Then he plunged into me one last time, holding himself against my womb, swelling so big I felt the torrent for a split second before it began.
“Fuck!” Skin roared first.
“Oh. My. God.” I was right behind him.
We came. Savagely, relentlessly, wildly.
Our pulses mingled and our bodies rippled with carnal delight. His fire tore through me, a blaze set by the molten seed he spilled inside me. His cock jerked inside me over and over, rooted so deep, filling me until I overflowed around him.
I'd lost it with him a couple times before, but this...this wasn't even on the same planet.
Climax swept me up in a tsunami of heat, skin, and his feral curses. I took one last glimpse at the dark, violent ink seething on his chest before my eyes pinched shut.
My orgasm throttled me, caused my * to tense around him, sucking greedily at his cock. The begging wasn't over, even though I couldn't speak. Every inch of me wanted more from him.
More, more, so much more.
I didn't know how I'd walk out of here with my sanity intact. Hell, Ricky and his Johns had shattered it long before I ever heard the name Skin. But the biker's name was all I could feel in my soul now, filling the holes torn wide open by the pimp and his bastards, as surely as he filled my flesh.
I opened my mouth and tried to scream his name one more time. It didn't work. Nothing more than a squeak came out while we were frozen in bliss. When the firestorm lifted and I could finally breathe, he buried me in another kiss, wiping away the new fears and obsessions he'd planted in my head.
Tonight was ours, and I was okay. Hell, I was good, something I hadn't been since the last year at university.
I ran my hands up and down his chest, owning the moment. I had to stay here, every precious second, one with Skin and the night.
It was all I could do to stay happy. I ignored the foolish part of me that wanted him to own me forever.
VI: Conscience (Skin)
I couldn't shake the whole night fucking her. My eyes were still sore as I sat there in church, waiting for the Prez to get his shit together, listening to the steady thud-thud-thud of Joker slamming the knife on the table next to me.
The Veep's place at the table had about a thousand little cuts from all the years where he'd put his hand down flat on the old wood, stabbing his switchblade between his fingers. For some reason, it seemed weirder than ever today, watching him lost in his own tortured world 'til the Prez put a hand to his mouth and let out a sharp whistle.
“Fuck!” Sixty snarled next to me, covering his ear. Loud noises got his fucked up ear, ever since he'd been too close to a grenade going off a couple years back.
Joker stopped trying to take his fingers off and looked up at the Prez. Dust gave him the same dirty look I'd seen a thousand times before.
Same old club. Same old shit.
What wasn't the same was the way I'd fucked that sweet, wounded woman sleeping off the sex in my bedroom right now. It was twisted, it was playing with the last fire on earth I should, but damn if I regretted a thing.
No. No way. Fuck no.
My cock throbbed, wishing I'd kept her up for another hour. But then I wouldn't have gotten a lick of sleep at all.
Shit. What the fuck are you gonna do?
The question kept tossing in my mind. If only the incredible sex was all I could remember. Too bad fucking her brought these other feelings, this need to treat her like more than a piece of meat and a hostage.
“Let's get on with it, shall we, boys?” The Prez said darkly, training his dirty look on me next. “Your turn to brief us first, brother. The whore's your business, like you promised. You've had plenty of time to cook up a plan to get what we're owed. Spill it.”
Fuck. I wracked my brain through last night's haze. It took all I had not to freeze up as all the brothers looked at me, waiting for this grand scheme I was supposed to have hatched by now to get us the quarter million.
“We let her walk.”
Boom. My words wouldn't have been any less surprising than a pipe bomb going off underneath our table.
Several jaws dropped. The Prez cocked his head like he hadn't heard me right.
“Skin...what the fuck? You'd better be kidding me, brother.”
“Don't think he is,” Firefly said, standing up and flexing his fists, his huge jaw twitching. “The girl's got him by the balls. I heard those two yesterday. Up all night, fucking their little hearts out.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. All the sirens blasted in my head, especially when I saw the stocky boy walking around the table toward me, angling to make this shit physical if I didn't think of something, and think fast.
“Come on, guys, it isn't like that.”