“Holy shit, Maverick!”
In a quick move, he pocketed the knife, ripped the ruined seam wider, and lined his cock up with her wet core. And then he was sinking deep, shifting her forward on the bike just a bit so he could bear down on her. Her moan lanced heat through his blood, her body arching over the curved tank, her hair spilling fucking beautifully over the matte blank with its red accents. When he was balls deep it felt so good that he had to grip the handlebars to steady himself.
“Oh, my God, this is so fucking hot,” she cried. Her hands joined his grasping onto the handlebars. “Please, Mav.”
“Yeah,” he said, his voice like gravel. He withdrew and thrust, the bike rocking under them, the engine adding a hot full-body sensation. Her pussy was wet and already tightening around him. He grabbed the knife again and fisted her little silk tank top. “Need all of you,” he growled, slicing it from the low neckline to the hem. It was easy work to cut through the satin holding together the cups of her bra, exposing the mounds of her tits.
“Yes,” she said. “Take what you want.”
“What about you?” he said through a clenched jaw as he penetrated faster, deeper, riding her without mercy. Not that she was asking for any. “You gonna take me?”
“Yeah,” she cried. “Oh, yes.”
And God help him, he needed her to, to take all the adrenaline and aggression inside him. With each mind-blowing thrust, it was like she was sucking the poison of darkness and loneliness from his soul. “Yeah, you are. Take me, Alexa. Fucking take me.”
“Maverick.”
Her moan twisted up the tension gathering low in his gut. “That’s it. Take all of me.” He bottomed out inside her, then ground himself even deeper.
“God!” She reached a hand between her legs, and watching her work her own pussy while he fucked her on his bike was the single hottest thing he’d ever seen in his life. She screamed her orgasm, her whole body bowing over the gas tank, her thighs bucking over his. He planted his hand on the flat plane of her belly just below her breasts, steadying her and pinning her in place.
And then he shifted his stance so that he was hammering down into her, his pelvis crashing into hers on every thrust. Sensation was barreling down his spine and stealing his breath. “Christ, you’re gonna take me, Alexa. You’re gonna take everything I’ve got to give.”
She grabbed his wrists. “Everything,” she rasped.
The word tripped his orgasm, just ripped it right out of him until he felt turned inside out, raw and exposed, on top of the world. His shout echoed over the bike’s low rumble against the garage’s concrete, his cock kicking inside her again and again and again. It went on until Maverick saw spots around the edge of his vision, like he’d taken a drug that had sent him on the best, purest high.
When his body finally calmed, he lifted her against him until he was cradling her in his arms, her legs wrapped around his hips, their fronts pressed together, his cock still buried to the hilt. When he finally killed the engine, her arms wrapped around him on a sigh so contented he could’ve dedicated his life to making her sound that way over and over. She stroked at his hair as her whole body went lax against him. The silence was loud all around them.
“So good with you,” she whispered.
“Always,” he said, not sure if she meant the sex or how she felt or, just, all of it—the sex and the closeness and the fun times and the hard times and the boring minutiae of daily life. Which was how he meant it.
“I can’t even be mad that you ruined my clothes,” she said with a little satisfied hum. “Because it was too damn hot.”
He chuckled and nodded. Someday he’d be eighty and too arthritic to ride and too senile to remember what he was arguing about with Dare, but he’d sure as shit recall every detail of what’d just happened with her. It was seared into his very DNA. “I’ll replace them.”
She pulled back from the hug just enough to look him in the eye. “I don’t care about the clothes, Maverick. I don’t care about anything that’s replaceable. Not anymore.”
At just that moment, he realized that he’d made love to her without kissing her even once. His gaze dropped to her lips, and suddenly he was ravenous for a taste. He devoured her with a deep, slow, lingering kiss, full of tangling tongues and tugging lips. His senses were full of her, but not as full as his heart. So he kept right on kissing, because it ensured none of the words pinballing around in his head got voiced. Not yet.
Alexa shifted in his lap, emphasizing that his cock was hardening again inside of her. He gripped her hips and thrust himself as deep as he could go. Held himself there. His libido started making plans he wasn’t sure either of their bodies was actually up to carrying out.
Just then, wind gusted a warm, humid breeze through the garage, and a thin spray of water blew over them.
Al squeaked and laughed. “When did it start raining?”
Maverick peered over his shoulder. “Hell if I know.” A nuclear bomb could’ve exploded out there ten minutes before, and he wouldn’t have realized it. She shivered, goose bumps rising up on her skin. “Let’s get you inside.” When she nodded, he eased out of her, helped her off the bike, and did up his jeans when he got off.
She tried to hold the pieces of her clothes together, but he’d literally ripped her to shreds. And he couldn’t stop staring. “You are a wet fucking dream right now, Alexa. I’m not gonna lie.”
“I am? I’m a disaster.” Looking down at herself, she gave a little chuckle.
He shook his head. “A beautiful disaster, maybe. But all of us are sitting on some kind of disaster, Al. Some are just better at hiding it than others.” He sure as hell was. The guilt over not protecting his mother all those years before still had the ability to steal his breath and trash his self-worth. He should’ve seen it. He should’ve acted sooner. He shouldn’t have let it get so out of control. He shook away the thoughts and slipped out of his Ravens cut. “Here.” He held it out for her to put on.
She put her arms through the holes and wrapped it around herself, and the denim and leather was so big on her that it hung to the tops of her thighs. And fuck if seeing her wear his colors didn’t threaten to rev him up all over again.
An image flashed before his mind’s eye—a black-and-purple tribal raven with a red heart tattooed on Alexa’s fair skin. Marking her as one of them, as claimed, as his. The imagining made him think of his conversation with Dare, and that his cousin might actually get the pleasure of seeing such a thing on Haven’s skin in the not-too-distant future. And Maverick had maybe never been more jealous of another human being in his life until that very moment.