Page 76 of Brutal Reign
I think I just discovered my new favorite hobby.
Her moans increase in volume, hips bucking mindlessly as she races closer to release, tumbling over the edge of bliss with a scream. My wild girl falls apart spectacularly on my tongue, body shaking as she rides out the waves of rapture and I lap up every drop.
River’s body goes slack against the seat of her motorcycle, chest heaving as she fights to catch her breath. Laying one last parting kiss on her mound, I rock back, rising to my full height and wiping off my mouth on a forearm.
Fuck, she looks so goddamn beautiful like this– sweaty and spent, panting and sated. I drink in her appearance like I’m dying of thirst, my hand dropping to squeeze my hard shaft through my jeans. “You gonna let me fuck you now?” I murmur.
River makes a scoffing sound in her throat, pushing upright. “Why do you ruin everything by talking?”
“C’mon,” I drawl, stepping between her thighs.
She reaches out to grab my dick, but not quite how I want her to. She narrows her eyes on me, squeezing the throbbing muscle harshly as she pants, “In your dreams, Walker.”
I fight back a wince, thrusting my hips forward in invitation. “Yeah, right there, baby.” My taunt only makes her grip tighten.I grimace, gritting my teeth against the pain. “Oh yeah, just like that.” I grind out. “I love it when you get rough with me.”
“Ugh!” River groans, shoving me away and hopping down from her bike to yank her leggings back up. She stoops to scoop her helmet up off the ground, pulling it on before twisting to toss a leg over the seat of her bike and climbing on.
“Where are you going?” I laugh, still on cloud-fucking-nine after making my girl come all over my face. “Don’t I even get a thank you?”
She turns to meet my smug grin, flipping me the bird as she cranks her key in the ignition of the Chief and fires up the engine.
“Riv!” I shout over the roar of her motorcycle.
“Fuck you!” she calls back.
“Dare you!” I laugh, stumbling back as she hits the throttle, circling her bike around like she’s going to hit me.
I know she won’t actually do it. To a random onlooker, this scene might seem a teeny bit toxic, but this taunting game of push and pull is kinda our thing. Always has been. And it just got a whole lot more fun now that orgasms are on the menu.
I throw up a wave as her tires kick up dirt and she speeds away, but even though my girl’s running from me for a second time, I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face right now if I tried.
She’s falling in love with me and she doesn’t even know it.
26
All I know is burning, oppressive,heat.
The heat emanating from my motorcycle’s engine and exhaust pipe.
The heat of the sun beating down on me through the trees, even as it slips lower in the sky.
The pulsing heat of my own frustration, the lingering heat of desire still sweltering in my core…
All combined, it’s a raging inferno that feels like it’s singeing me from the inside out, endeavoring to consume me until there’s nothing left but ash and bone. Part of me wants to let it. Then I could just blow away on the breeze, free of Alpha challenges and mate bonds and dangerous secrets.
I need a shower– preferably a cold one. Anything to relieve this overwhelmingheat.
The moment I get back to the squad complex, I practically sprint inside, hooking a left to enter the recruit barracks. The place is deserted since it’s dinner time. My heavy footsteps echo through the large space as I make my way straight to the locker room, slapping my hands against the door and pushing through it.
Of course, I can’t be lucky enough for the locker room to be empty, too. One of the showers is occupied, and the sight of Ace soaping up his cut body beneath the spray has me stumbling a step, my heart tripping over its valves. Hot.Damn.
He turns at the waist to glance my way, his toned muscles rippling beneath his tattooed skin. His bicep bunches as he raises an arm to wick the water away from his face with a palm, and we lock eyes as the door swings closed behind me. If I wasn’t burning up before…
Yeah, a cold shower is a must.
“Hey,” he greets, his turquoise eyes half-lidded and an easy grin curving his lips.
I lift my chin in acknowledgement, forcing a tight-lipped smile as I advance into the room. Stopping short when I reach the end of the bench that spans the length of the shower area, I try my best to ignore the fact that Ace’s naked body is on full display mere yards from where I’m standing.Trybeing the operative word, since he’s impossible to ignore.